Help!My goddess is sick

Chapter 55
As the name suggests, the wordless tablet does not contain a word, no matter the front or the back, it is a piece of wood without any trace.

The emperor was so precious, he stood up, approached and carefully picked up the tablet, and took the fine silk handkerchief next to it to gently wipe off the dust that didn't exist.

His eyes are gentle as if he is looking at the person he loves the most.

"Yunwan, I came to see you, are you happy?"

There was silence in the small Buddhist hall, no one answered, only the north wind whizzed by from outside.

The emperor didn't care, and continued on his own: "I saw that child Cijiu, he looks very similar to you, almost carved out of the same mold, even his temperament is almost the same as yours."

He showed nostalgia on his face, but there was no wave in his eyes. Under the dim candlelight, his soft tone sounded cold and cold: "Tell me, did God see my sincerity and send her here specially?" Woolen cloth?"

After he finished speaking, he laughed, first a faint smile on his lips, then a low laugh, which gradually turned into a wild laugh, echoing in the small Buddhist hall.

Fortunately, there was no one around, and no one knew that the majestic and peaceful emperor was such a crazy person in private.

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"No, mother! Don't!" Xie Cijiu woke up suddenly from sleep, covered in cold sweat, and when the wind blew, she shivered from the cold.

Yan Zhihui was cultivating, when she was startled suddenly, he quickly withdrew his divine power.

In the darkness, Xie Cijiu's anxious and painful panting sound was particularly obvious.

Yan Zhihui tried his best to stretch out the flower branch to touch her hand: don't be afraid, it's all a dream.

The moment Ye Jian touched Xie Cijiu, she shrank back suddenly as if she had been electrocuted.

While Yan Zhihui was stunned, there was a dense needle-like pain in his heart.

"I'm sorry mother, I... I dreamed that you and your father were lying in a pool of blood. There was a lot of blood... Really a lot!"

Xie Cijiu was still in shock, reached out and picked up the flower pot and put it in her arms, buried her face in the petals and took a deep breath, smelling the familiar fragrance of flowers, her restless headache gradually subsided.

Yan Zhihui rubbed the leaf back and forth on her hand gently to calm her down.

Under the cover of darkness, Xie Cijiu's thin shoulders trembled slightly.

"Mother... Fortunately, you are still here."

Yan Zhihui: ...I'm afraid I'll be gone soon.

Now that she is so attached to her mother, if she knows the truth, she will be very disappointed, right?

Yan Zhihui suddenly felt a little unbearable.

Before he could come up with the most suitable solution, Xie Cijiu woke up from the haunting nightmare.

"I'm fine, mother, did you worry?"

Xie Cijiu reached out and touched the petals, Yan Zhi replied: It's fine, my heart is about to break.

"Today in the palace, someone stuffed me with a ball of paper. Does mother know what is written on it?"

Yan Zhihui: I have read it.

Xie Cijiu didn't know, so he said in a low voice: "The king died and the emperor benefited, run away quickly, don't investigate."

"And who do you think reported the letter to us?"

Yan Zhihui: It might really be Zhu Zhen.

Xie Cijiu hugged the flowerpot tightly, his eyes fell on the ground, where there was a layer of snow-colored light, "It must be not ordinary people who can dispatch people in the palace. Uncle Zhu must have spent a lot of effort, but I also spent a lot of time." You have worked so hard to get here, how can you return without success?"

"If I just leave like this, how can I be worthy of my parents' kindness?"

Her eyes are cooler than the color of snow, but they are as bright as a blazing fire, filled with desperate courage.

(End of this chapter)