Help!My goddess is sick

Chapter 92 You Put On Your Clothes
Xie Cijiu turned over and buried his head deeply in it, but...

This touch seems a little wrong?
Xie Cijiu raised his head suspiciously, and met Yan Zhihui's flat chest.

Xie Cijiu: "..."

Sure enough, the lines are smooth, tight and beautiful.

But the question is, why is it naked?
Xie Cijiu came back to his senses suddenly, and pulled Yan Zhihui's hand to retreat, but he was pulled back by another arm without retreating.

Xie Cijiu looked down, how did he and Yan Zhihui sleep in such a lingering position?

I can't wait to get my arms and legs entangled!
She tensed her face, gritted her teeth and whispered, "Let go!"

Yan Zhihui slowly opened his eyes, touched Xie Cijiu's hair up from the back of his waist, and rubbed her hair. With a little force, he pressed her into his arms, and his voice was like that of when he first woke up. Hoarse, with a low voice that makes people blush, "Aren't you going to sleep?"

Xie Cijiu's face was caught off guard and stuck to Yan Zhihui's skin again. The hot and slippery touch made Xie Cijiu's ears burn instantly.

"Put on your clothes!" Xie Cijiu couldn't bear it and reached out to push him, but all he could see was a piece of delicate porcelain skin, and there was nowhere to start.

She hesitated for a moment, reached out and pinched Yan Zhihui's chin: "Get up!"

Yan Zhihui smiled softly, grabbed her finger and put it to his lips, bit it lightly, "Okay, listen to Madam."

He let go of Xie Cijiu, turned over and sat up, the clothes that were originally loosely draped over his body instantly slipped off his shoulders, and a large piece of his naked back fell into Xie Cijiu's eyes.

Xie Cijiu: "..."

Seeing such a beautiful scene early in the morning, even if the heart is still like water, there should be ripples.

Yan Zhi turned his head and lowered his eyes to look at the silk clothes that fell on the bed, and smiled slightly: "I blame it for being too slippery, I didn't mean it."

With his movements, his smooth long hair also fell down the side of his face, reflecting Ruyu's face, it was so lively and fragrant.

Xie Cijiu couldn't help laughing: "Didn't it be intentional?"

Only ghosts will believe your words!

Yan Zhihui stretched out his hands to pull up the clothes with an innocent face, and put them on slowly, even tying a belt was slow.

"Can you hurry up?"

Xie Cijiu looked at it and wanted to tie it up for him, so that he could get out quickly.

"If I hurry up...forget it, let's not talk about it." Yan Zhihui looked at Xie Cijiu's face that seemed to be eating people, and when he saw it, he didn't flirt.

However, there was a lot of movement in the house, which still attracted the attention of outsiders.

Yinshuang knocked on the door: "Princess, are you awake? Are you calling your servant?"

She lay on the door panel in doubt, listening carefully.

Xie Cijiu: "..."

She held her breath and glared at Yan Zhihui, urging her with her eyes.

Yan Zhi turned back and made a move, and the coat flew over by himself, and he transformed into Mr. Pianpian.

So he can actually put his clothes on without using his hands.

Xie Cijiu felt that he had been teased by him again, so he ground his teeth.

But now is not the time to settle accounts, she raised her voice and said to Yinshuang outside: "You wait outside, I will change."

"Yes." Yinshuang nodded without asking again, and walked away a little.

Xie Cijiu looked down, his clothes were still in good condition, he was relieved, and got out of bed to get his outer clothes to put on.

Yan Zhihui leaned against the bed and looked at her. When she was almost dressed, he suddenly hooked his fingers at her, "Ajiu, the collar is crooked."

Xie Cijiu grabbed his collar in doubt and straightened himself: "What about this time?"

Yan Zhi shook his head back: "It's still a little crooked, let me fix it for you."

He said it seriously, Xie Cijiu hesitated and walked over, "Yes."

To her surprise, Yan Zhihui really fixed the collar for her this time, without making a fuss.

"Are you ready?" Xie Cijiu looked down at Yan Zhihui's blue skirt and couldn't help but ask.

Yan Zhihui helped her fasten the button, nodded: "Okay."

"A lot... um..."

Xie Cijiu raised his head to thank her, but Yan Zhihui held her face in his arms, lowered his head and pecked her on the lips.

Xie Cijiu: "..."

Sure enough, I still shouldn't trust this dog man.

Before Xie Cijiu realized that he was about to hit him, Yan Zhi smiled back and turned into a streamer and flew back to the flower to pretend to be dead.

Xie Cijiu stood where he was, clenched his fists, "Yan, Zhi, Hui——"

Yan Zhihui: Don’t be angry, I’ll show you flowers~
Suddenly, several buds appeared from the gardenia flower on the bedside, and they all bloomed in the next moment, like jade and snow, with a delicate fragrance, and the whole room was filled with the smell of Yan Zhihui.

Xie Ci took a sip of the wine and felt even more angry, what should I do?
She glared at the flowerpot, decided that it was better to keep out of sight, and turned to wash up, then put on her cloak and went out.

As soon as the door was opened, the noise outside became more obvious. Xie Cijiu frowned: "What's going on? What's going on outside the courtyard?"

Seeing her coming out, Yinshuang quickly turned around, "I heard that someone from Beijing is here, and they are dealing with yesterday's assassin, it seems that they have been caught alive."

Xie Cijiu raised his eyebrows, quite surprised: "Caught someone alive?"

Queen's layout will still leave handles?

Or does she have any other tricks?
Xie Cijiu was suspicious, and said to Yinshuang: "Go, go out and have a look."

"it is good."

A group of people stood in the dark on the long steps outside the courtyard, and Xie Cijiu stood by the courtyard gate and looked around, but they couldn't see the end.

The crown prince stood at the front, talking to them and Jin Yiwei with his back turned.

"Who do you say ordered you?"

"No... no one ordered it. We just don't believe that the prince will rebel, and we want to seek justice for the prince."

The speaker's voice was weak and hoarse, as if he might die at any moment. The prince frowned and looked at his broken black clothes and the exposed wounds. It is a certainty, even if you are dissatisfied with the court's treatment, you should not kill innocent people indiscriminately."

The assassin knelt on the ground, his face was covered with blood, and he couldn't see his original face clearly. Hearing the prince's words, he still couldn't help laughing, "Hahahaha——"

Jin Yiwei's people pressed him from left to right, and reprimanded him: "Presumptuous!"

The assassin suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood, and spots of red splashed on the prince's python robe.

The prince's eyes moved slightly, and his brows frowned.

"All of you sneaked into the capital because you were dissatisfied? Or is it because someone is swaying you behind your back? Now that you are dead anyway, do you still have to hide it for the people behind the scenes? Don't you have any relatives?"

The assassin was tired from coughing, and his voice became weaker: "Dear ones... our relatives have been killed by you long ago, what relatives do we have? Poor son was assassinated by you bastards, otherwise... if the son raises an army, we will Will follow to the death!"

He finally laughed out loud, his eyes widened, and he was completely out of breath.

The prince took a deep breath, "You—"

Xie Cijiu watched this good show with cold eyes, without any disturbance in his heart. It seems that the military power in southern Xinjiang is about to change hands.

(End of this chapter)