Nine days of beauty

Feng Jiu was unable to maintain the enchantment because of the stabbing pain in her heart. She didn't know when Donghua would come to her and carried her down to Zhuxiantai.

Along the way, her heart ached unbearably, but she felt a steady stream of internal force pouring into her body, supporting her consciousness.

She raised her eyes to Donghua, but he only looked forward indifferently, she didn't know his expressionless face, he was really angry.

The body became heavier and heavier, she couldn't even see his appearance clearly, she fainted in his arms in a daze, and turned into a little fox.

On Zhuxian Terrace, Nan Lao had already got back into the sword and turned into a jade flute, and was taken back to the Taichen Palace by Si Ming.

When he handed it over to the emperor, he saw the fox on the couch was still sleeping, and Donghua protected her with all his internal strength, looking very tired.

Donghua took the jade flute, and at a glance, he recognized that it must have been made hundreds of thousands of years ago. If it wasn't so, how could the enchantment forged from a magic weapon be able to block the sky?

"Emperor, the old man has returned to the jade flute. I don't know his identity." Si Ming told Donghua based on his own speculation, "But judging from what he said to the female monarch, there is still the vision of the three-living stone. I'm afraid that Emperor Wenchang is no longer here."

Donghua stared at the jade flute in his hand, but said nothing. Seeing this, Si Ming stopped talking and bowed his hands to leave.

Donghua caressed the fox on the couch, remembering that the old man called her "empress" just now, he knew that Feng Jiu and him had indeed become husband and wife in the "spirit world".

The way she looked at him was no longer as affectionate, cold, or meaningless as before.And thinking about that Wenchang... makes him very depressed.But let her get married with others and let him go, wouldn't it be as he wished?

After sleeping for an unknown amount of time, Feng Jiu woke up with a calm body. The room smelled of Zen incense, and she knew that she was in the Taichen Palace.

He propped himself up and wanted to get out of bed, but he pulled hard to his heart, and the pain was so severe that he rolled down to the ground.

Frowning tightly, Feng Jiu lay on the ground, clutching his chest and panting, unable to get up.

The setting sun outside the door poured into the hall, Feng Jiuxu was mottled with sweat, and suddenly a shadow fell in front of her, before she raised her eyes, Donghua picked her up and put her back on the soft couch.

"The body is weak, so I lie down at ease."

Donghua leaned her on his body and took a pulse for her.Although there is no danger of life, his body is very weak.

Feng Jiu was panting uncomfortably, and Si Ming, who was following behind, put the decoction in his hand in front of the couch, poured a glass of water and served it in time.

Donghua took the glass of water, winked at him, and Si Ming accepted and retreated.

Feng Jiu wanted to reach out to hold the water glass, but Donghua pressed her hand down and brought it to her lips, with his chin resting on her forehead, he whispered, "Drink."

Feng Jiu was taken aback for a moment, but she was extremely thirsty, so she lowered her head and drank all the water in the cup.

The water in the cup bottomed out, so Donghua put it aside, then picked up the soup that Si Ming had just put down, took a bowl and a spoon with both hands, wrapped Feng Jiu in his arms, stirred the food in the bowl, and said slowly, " I have raised this snow lotus in the Taichen Palace for more than 10 years, and I can recover faster after eating it."

Listening to his voice, Fengjiu pressed her forehead against him, her scalp felt like a wooden comb was passing by. Feeling his cool body temperature behind her, she slightly turned her face away. This kind of intimacy, compared to feeding her in the mortal world. It was even worse when taking soup and medicine, which made her feel uncomfortable.

"Emperor." Feng Jiu lowered her expression and took a look at the decoction. She knew that this lotus seed was worth a thousand years of purple jade dragon king ginseng. She was so unkind, and she was unwilling, so she refused, "This is a treasure in the fairy world. , Feng Jiu is no longer in danger of her life, why did she suffer so much?"

"If you like it, it doesn't matter if you drink it every day, I just keep some more."

It's generous!Feng Jiu sneered from the bottom of her heart, looked away, and put a spoonful of soup on her lips.

She wanted to refuse, but he was like this, but she didn't even have a chance to speak.

Donghua had a panoramic view of her expression, knowing that she was resisting in her heart, but he could only pretend not to know, Bai Fengjiu was the only person in the world who made him so accommodating.

"I know you don't want to lie on this bed and not move. Now that you are like this, I am afraid that you will not be able to walk in a few months." Donghua persuaded him, and resumed his usual leisurely style, "The jade flute is here This emperor keeps it here, and when he is healthy, he will give it back to you."

After he mentioned it, Feng Jiu suddenly remembered the jade flute that was thrown beside the Sansheng Stone that day, subconsciously stroked her waist, but it was empty, and said, "This is Feng Jiu's personal thing, why do you need the emperor to keep it for you?"

"You look like this, if you use that magic weapon to do something again, won't this emperor cause trouble for himself?" Seeing her speak, Donghua put a mouthful of soup into her mouth without stopping , "Drink this soup obediently, and your heart will not hurt so much."

Feng Jiu had no choice but to drink the soup honestly, and Donghua breathed a sigh of relief.

This scene is just like the scene in the mortal world when he fed medicine when he was an emperor, and he specially ordered the imperial physician to make the medicine harder so that she would remember it.

During the silence, a bowl of soup and medicine was exhausted.

Donghua put her down gently and covered the quilt, but she grabbed him with one hand and kept her eyes fixed on him, "When will I return my jade flute?"

With a sudden tug in his heart, Donghua sighed, "I said, I will pay you back when you recover."

For the next half a month or so, the emperor asked Si Ming to stew lotus seed decoction for her to drink every day. Feng Jiu's complexion really improved a lot, but she was often alone in a daze. When Si Ming told her jokes, she also lost interest. Little response.

Every time Donghua stood in front of the window and looked at it, he didn't know how to make her happy. But Chengyu and Lian Song came to see this scene, and they were the ones who blamed Donghua.

"Dijun, don't say that she is a generation of queens, even if I am confined in the house for the first day, I am afraid that I will die of depression." Chengyu took the grievances on Fengjiu's behalf, and asked tentatively, "I heard A few days ago, Tianhou wanted to visit the female monarch, but the emperor refused in the name of the female monarch's need to rest in peace, but there is such a thing"

Donghua fell on the couch, holding a teacup, staring at a peach blossom in front of him, without saying a word.

If you don't say anything, you will acquiesce, Lian Song sighed, "The Emperor is only worried that Tianhou will take her away, but he didn't consider that the Queen may miss her family. She just lost her husband. If she has her family to accompany her to relieve her worries, she can feel at ease. a bit."

Although Lian Song's words were sincere, Cheng Yu still worried silently in his heart: Anyone can mention it, but the matter of Emperor Wenchang cannot be mentioned.

Sure enough, with a "click", the teacup in Dijun's hand was broken, Cheng Yu swallowed, and secretly looked at Dijun's face. There was no expression on his face, half a smile but not a smile, it's good, I'm afraid he got angry.

Lian Song at the side stopped shaking his fan and looked straight at the debris on the ground.

"Third Highness remembers so much, how about going to the 'spirit world' to remember?"

Donghua stood up, looking directly at him made him shout "It's not good!" in his heart.

Changing the topic hastily, Lian Song looked away, Donghua Emperor's eyes were too sharp, he couldn't avoid it, and if he got into trouble with this old stone, that female monarch would be considered unlucky.

"I just said casually, why should the emperor take it seriously? Now the only name on the Sansheng Stone is the female emperor. She once loved the emperor so much. How can others take advantage of it?"

After speaking, Lian Song was relieved to see that the emperor stopped throwing fire at him.

The words of Cheng Yu and Lian Song had some effect.

That afternoon, Feng Jiu fell into a deep sleep and was tired, so the emperor carried her to the mat in the courtyard, sat down, let her lean on his body to rest, and only gently stroked her loose long hair , looking at her sleeping face, waiting for her to wake up.

Wan stretched Lang's lap, where is it not pitiful?

This situation is very similar to those two years in the mortal world, when he wanted to have a child with her, at that time she was shy and charming, making him fascinated, drunk and lying in a gentle country.

Now, she treats him so strangely, that kind of tenderness is long gone. He has no way of thinking about the deep love between Feng Jiu and Wen Chang who have been together for thousands of years in the "spirit world". Even when Song Song mentioned Emperor Wen Chang, he was lost sense of proportion.