Nine days of beauty

When Feng Jiu prepared the snow lotus decoction and came in, Donghua had already woken up, and Zheyan was silent at the side without saying a word.

Her heart was awe-inspiring, but she still kept smiling, and she came to the bed with a bowl, "It's good that the emperor wakes up, I boiled the snow lotus..."

"Let's put it down, Jiu'er. This snow lotus is useless to this emperor."

Startled, some of the soup in her hand came out, so hot that she almost knocked over.

"Jiu'er..." Donghua put the bowl in her hand aside, wiped the soup stains for her and rubbed it in his hand, seeing that she couldn't help crying, but he couldn't help it.

She is sad, he can't help it.

Zheyan sighed and left Taichen Palace.Too many joys and sorrows in this world come from love, but they are not lucky enough.

"Dijun, I'm fine."

Feng Jiu wiped away her tears, still looked at him with a smile, "No matter what, I will be with you, you will not be alone."

"Silly Jiu'er..." He pulled her into his arms, concealed the water lines in his eyes, and kissed the phoenix flower on her forehead, thinking of her endlessly.

Since Donghua passed out that time, he has no symptoms of angina, but his body has become weaker and worse than when he returned from the mortal world.

Finally came the day of Feng Jiu's birthday, Zheyan had already asked Zheyan to tell her that he hadn't returned to Qingqiu, and the Bai family could understand that they didn't have much time as a husband and wife, and they could get along day by day.

The two sat in the courtyard hugging each other for a whole day, from sunrise to dusk, seeing the sky was getting dark, Donghua asked again, "Does Jiu'er still have any wishes?"

The person in his arms smiled faintly, and was very satisfied in his heart, "I said that I only wish to be with the emperor."

Donghua looked at the person in his arms, stroked her cheek, he loved her, loved her terribly, but he couldn't be with her anymore no matter how hard he tried.After a long silence, he finally spoke slowly——

"Jiu'er, drink the water of forgetting love."

He clearly felt the body of the person in his arms go stiff, and then he heard her say, "Dijun, I can accompany you to the robbery, I'm not afraid."

With a sad smile in his eyes, he had thought about it before, but he always remembered the promise he made with the Fox Emperor when he married her back to Taichen Palace, "Even if she returns to Chaos, no one will hurt her at all."

Others can't be hurt, so how can he take her to the catastrophe?She still has a long life to go, and she still has a lot of beautiful things that she hasn't experienced, and he can't bear it.

"Jiu'er, you can still live for a long time. You still have many people who love you by your side. Forget about me, you can still live happily."

Feng Jiu shook her head violently in his arms, raised her eyes to stare at him, expressed grievance, and pursed her lips, "My father has my mother, my aunt has my uncle, my fourth uncle has Zheyan, but I, only you, you It's only me! Why don't you let me accompany you?"

Yes, he only has her.But he couldn't selfishly bring her along for the robbery.Closing his eyes, Donghua took a deep breath, "After drinking the water of forgetting love, go back to Qingqiu, the Taichen Palace is about to be ruined, Jiuer don't look at it."

For a long time, she didn't respond to him, she just cuddled in his arms, and as the night wore on, she fell into a deep sleep in his arms.She hugged him tightly with both hands, refusing to let go.

Donghua wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and the night melted away, hiding his expression, only swallowing him into the shadows, without saying a word, he carried her back to the palace.

In the lonely night, he stood in front of the couch and looked at her, struggling for a long time between reason and desire, finally, as if he made up his mind to turn around, and walked out step by step, leaving the woman alone in her dream.

When he woke up early in the morning, there was no one else except Si Ming, who was in the outer hall.

It was a little cold in the morning, she didn't care about adding an extra coat, and hurried forward, "Where's the emperor?"

Si Ming pondered for a while, took out an envelope from his sleeve, and presented it to him, "Empress, this is the emperor's own handwriting, please entrust me to deliver it to you."

Seeing his respectful look, she faintly felt something was wrong, staring at the unaccepted envelope, "What do you have to say, the emperor won't tell me?"

"The empress should see for herself."

Si Ming made a bow again, and there were some words that others could not say.

Feng Jiu took the envelope hesitantly, and the moment she pulled out the paper, a bloody smell faintly diffused, and the word "divorce letter" on the front came straight into her eyes, which made her terrified, her hands trembled, and she almost threw the paper away.

Write a letter of divorce in blood...

In order to let her go back to Qingqiu, he was so resolute and stayed together for thousands of years. Was it really so easy to let go?

Feng Jiu's lips were bleeding from the bite, and her wide-open eyes were full of steam, "Where is Dijun... Where is Dijun?!"

"Empress, the emperor has ordered that you don't have to look for him, and I will take you back to Qingqiu."

Si Ming also lamented in his heart. After all, he had served the two of them for thousands of years, so he couldn't bear it. "Empress, it's better not to see each other. It's better not to make the emperor feel sad."

"I want to see him! I must see him! This blood book..." Feng Jiu burst into tears, shaking the thin paper in her hand, her voice trembling, "I want him to make it clear!"

Si Ming wanted to stop her, but she froze in place for a moment. He was used to treating her as a little highness and forgot that she was already a god, so he couldn't stop her at all!

Si Fate was unable to move his internal energy for a long time, and seeing Feng Jiu running out, in desperation, he had to use telepathy to inform the emperor.

The morning breeze blew her thin blouse, strands of gauze skirt fluttered, Feng Jiu searched inside and outside the Taichen Palace, and when she arrived in the courtyard, she saw that the flowers and plants that had lost their vitality began to wither, and the withered scene showed signs of dilapidation.

My heart became even more flustered, "Dijun, where are you? Why didn't you see me? Why did you write this to me? Why!"

No one responded to her, which frightened her even more than when she strayed into the spirit realm.

She fell to the ground, spreading out the wrinkled blood book with trembling hands, tears dripping down, melting into the dried blood, and the sound of weeping was heartbreaking.

She cried until the mist blurred her eyes, Donghua stood beside her silently, bent down, and put the purple cloak on her body, "Jiu'er."

"Jiu'er", she thought it was an auditory hallucination, stared at him for a long time, grabbed his hand and stood up, "Dijun..."

"I have made it clear in the letter, why are you still so willful?"

Before she could finish speaking, Dijun drew his hand and took a step back. Feng Jiu's hand was empty, and he was in a daze, thinking that he had returned to the time when he rejected him ten thousand years ago.He stepped forward with the crumpled blood book spread out, stared straight into his eyes, and said softly, "Dijun, are you going to drive me away?"

He didn't look at her, but looked forward indifferently, his eyes were deep and dark, containing his forbearance and depression, "Yes, I want you to go back to Qingqiu."

The bitten lip felt pain again, Feng Jiu said with trembling lips, "Dijun...are you really willing?"

Her questioning, in exchange for his silence, made her understand.

Letting go of the blood book in his hand, Feng Jiu laughed with tears, "Then Feng Jiu will follow the emperor's wish and never come back."

She never looked away, only listening to what he said——

"it is good."

She didn't know what to do, she walked out step by step, the Buddha bell under her feet rustled, so that both of them could hear clearly.

"Nine children."

Her footsteps stopped suddenly, and she turned slightly sideways, "What else does the emperor want to say to me?"

"Promise me, never look back."

He returned to chaos, irreversible, turning back would be pain, and he couldn't bear it.

His voice swirled low in the courtyard, and entered her ears with the wind. She walked forward step by step, "Got it."