Journey to the West: Start by rejecting the Guanyin layout

Chapter 92 Wu Zetian recovered from injury and returned to youth
Shangguan Wan'er said: "Xuanhe Xiangu sees you."

He Xiangu came in from the door, cupped her hands and bowed: "I greet Your Majesty."

When Empress Wu saw He Xiangu, her eyes widened immediately. She thought that He Xiangu was also a Taoist nun with gray hair and wrinkled face, but she was still the same as when she was a girl.

Her hydrated skin, rosy cheeks, and shiny black hair, everything made Empress Wu full of envy.

"Hurry up and save yourself, He Xiangu, you haven't changed at all from the way you were 100 years ago, and I have become a dying old man. Xiangu, I haven't seen you for many years, why did you come to see me today?"

He Xiangu explained: "It happened that I heard that His Majesty was ill, so I came to see my old friend."

Empress Wu asked: "Xiangu, did you see that my time has come and you came to see me for the last time?"

He Xiangu remained silent.

Empress Wu was extremely annoyed and said: "I still remember that when I asked Xiangu about the art of immortality, she taught me that in practice, one must be pure-hearted, abandon appearances, and disregard fame and fortune. Now, thinking about it now, I really regret it.”

He Xiangu also felt a little emotional: "Your Majesty is very talented. If you devote yourself to cultivation, it is very possible to reach the realm of a true fairy and gain a lifespan of a thousand years. It is a pity that the heart is too heavy, and it has been stopped in the realm of a fairy."

Empress Wu asked: "Xianggu, do you think there is any way to save me? Help me continue my life? I don't care about myself, but once I die, my nephew and Li Tang's descendants all want to become Tang Dynasty Lord, when the time comes, there will definitely be civil strife in the Tang Dynasty, and it will definitely bring disaster to the common people."

He Xiangu shook her head and said: "The poor Taoist also wants to help His Majesty, but the time limit has come, and even the gods cannot save him."

Empress Wu was extremely disappointed, and suddenly noticed a food box in He Xiangu's hand: "Xiangu, thank you for coming to see me, and brought me a gift, Wan'er, take it."

He Xiangu's complexion changed drastically, she didn't bring this for Wu Zetian, it was her own dinner, and it was not just a dinner, but a treasure and panacea that could boost her cultivation.

In He Xiangu's view, this small bowl of golden fried rice is more precious than flat peaches, elixir, or ginseng fruit.

He Xiangu said anxiously: "Your Majesty, the impoverished man came in a hurry, and you didn't prepare a gift."

Wu Zetian said: "There is no need for He Xiangu to say more, no matter what the gift is, it is a little bit of your heart, and I will not despise it."

He Xiangu was burning with anxiety: "Your Majesty, you have really misunderstood. This is just a bowl of fried rice, and I am going to keep it for myself."

Wu Zetian smiled: "The fairy lied to me again, you have already fasted the grain, what do you want to eat? And when you come to my place, how can I let you eat mere fried rice, you can choose your own delicacies."

He Xiangu was about to cry: "Your Majesty, what I said is true, there is not a single falsehood."

The more He Xiangu refused to give it, the more suspicious Wu Zetian became: "Xianggu, there is no treasure in your lunch box, right? You are reluctant to give it to me because of your reluctance?"

He Xiangu said: "Don't dare to lie to Your Majesty, it's really just fried rice."

Wu Zetian didn't believe it: "Wan'er, go open it and have a look."

"Yes!"

Shangguan Wan'er walked over, He Xiangu had no choice but to pass the lunch box to Shangguan Wan'er.

Shangguan Wan'er opened the lid and said to Wu Zetian, "Your Majesty, it is indeed a box of fried rice."

I was very disdainful of He Xiangu in my heart, and said in my heart that you have a fried rice, why should you guard against it, who can snatch it from you?

If the gods are so stingy, then there is no one else.

Wu Zetian suddenly smelled a refreshing fragrance, which came from the lunch box, which immediately aroused Wu Zetian's appetite.

Moreover, Wu Zetian believed that the fried rice in He Xiangu's hands was so precious, so the fried rice must not be an ordinary thing, maybe it was a food that only immortals could eat.

"Wan'er, bring it over for me to have a look."

"Yes."

Shangguan Wan'er came to Wu Zetian with a lunch box. There was only half a box of lunch, but it was golden and very attractive.

Wu Zetian said: "I want to try it."

Shangguan Wan'er was pleasantly surprised: "Your Majesty, do you finally want to eat?"

Wu Zetian had been seriously ill for several days, and she hadn't eaten much for a long time. Usually, she didn't even look at the delicious delicacies placed in front of her, but today she actually wanted to eat fried rice. The surprise came too suddenly.

He Xiangu said anxiously: "Your Majesty, this is the food of poor people."

Wu Zetian said: "Xianggu, for the sake of friends, can't you let me go? I ate your meal, can I pay you a hundred bowls?"

Seeing Wu Zetian's miserable state of dying, He Xiangu couldn't bear to refuse, she wanted to cry without tears and said, "Okay, you can eat if you want."

Shangguan Wan'er said: "Your Majesty, let me taste it for you."

Wu Zetian nodded: "Yes."

Of course, Shangguan Wan'er is not greedy, but is trying food by herself. Although He Xiangu is an old friend and a practitioner, what if she gets poisoned?

Shangguan Wan'er scooped up a little with a spoon and slowly put it into her mouth.

"Hmm~"

As soon as the meal was in the mouth, Shangguan Wan'er pointed to her mouth with an extremely surprised expression.

Wu Zetian thought she was poisoned, and said anxiously, "What's the matter, Wan'er, is there something wrong with the fried rice?"

Shangguan Wan'er was shocked, this fried rice was really delicious, she couldn't imagine that a few plain rice could be so delicious.

She couldn't help it, and took two more bites in a row, and then she was completely intoxicated by the deep and mysterious taste of golden fried rice, unable to extricate herself.

Seeing Shangguan Wan'er's enjoyment, Wu Zetian realized that it was a misunderstanding, and then she couldn't help secreting saliva from her dry mouth.

What surprised Wu Zetian even more was that the wrinkles on Shangguan Wan'er's face disappeared visibly to the naked eye. In this moment, she was at least 20 years younger.

"Miracle, this is definitely a miracle. No wonder He Xiangu is reluctant. This is not ordinary fried rice at all, but a fairy treasure similar to the flat peach elixir."

Seeing that Shangguan Wan'er still wanted to put rice in her mouth, Wu Zetian said angrily, "Wan'er, do you still have me in your eyes?"

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty!"

Shangguan Wan'er was taken aback, she knew she had lost herself.

He quickly went to Wu Zetian and fed the golden fried rice to Wu Zetian mouthful.

After eating the fried rice, Wu Zetian's pale face quickly turned rosy, and her white hair, which was originally as fluffy as a bird's nest, gradually turned into soft black.

In a short while, Wu Zetian changed from a century-old man to a middle-aged woman in her 50s or [-]s who still has charm. One meal made her half younger, and she became younger and more beautiful than Shangguan Wan'er.

When the maids and eunuchs in the bedroom saw it, it was as if they had seen a ghost.

Wu Zetian looked at himself in great surprise, and then twisted his body.

"Not only have I become younger, but my illnesses seem to be cured."

She jumped down from under the bed and took a few steps back and forth, happily like a flower: "Hey, my illness is cured, Wan'er, look at me, isn't she younger and more beautiful than you?"

Shangguan Wan'er felt bitter in her heart, and secretly regretted why she didn't eat two more bites just now.

"Congratulations, Your Majesty. Your Majesty is wise and powerful, and loves the people like a child. That's why he was blessed by God. He Xiangu was sent to rescue His Majesty, so that His Majesty's dragon body will be healthy and return to youth."

Wu Zetian was very satisfied with this answer, nodded and smiled: "Yes, yes, it must be like this."

Wu Zetian excitedly ran over and grabbed He Xiangu's hand: "Xiangu, you are dishonest. Just now I really thought that the end was approaching, but for the sake of your gift, I forgive you. Tell me, What reward do you want?"

Where is God's blessing? It's obvious that you are brazen and robbed me of my meal!

He Xiangu was very distressed, what she wanted most now was to let Wu Zetian return her meal.

"Your Majesty, let me take my leave."

It is unrealistic to return the food that has already been eaten, He Xiangu just wants to leave this sad place as soon as possible.

(End of this chapter)