Chapter 124 Chapter 124 "I will definitely cure you."
I saw Fuxu coming through the branches and leaves.
Jiu Zhao put away the doubt on his face, returned to Zhu Yan and held his hand again.
Regardless of what happened in the past, Fuxu had clearly made his attitude clear during their last encounter in front of the Crown Prince's residence.
If he could be calm, Jiu Zhao would be calm as well.
She waited calmly for Fuxu to come and pay her respects.
Unexpectedly, the other party stood a few feet away with several immortal soldiers, his eyes fixed on her and Zhu Yan's interlocked fingers without blinking.
For a moment, the situation was a little awkward.
Jiu Zhao waited patiently for a few breaths, and finally couldn't help but cough lightly as a reminder.
Fuxu then raised his eyes and bowed, "Greetings to Her Majesty the Divine Princess and the future King's husband."
The status of the Supreme God is equal to that of the God King. As the child of the God King and not the crown prince, according to the decree of heaven, he needs to pay his respects to the Supreme God.
Zhu Yan is a low-key person by nature, and has etiquette ingrained in his bones.
When the title of "future prince-in-law" came out, he stopped bowing and looked at Fuxu, wondering what he was thinking.
Jiu Zhao was actually quite satisfied with her ex-husband's sensibleness.
Compared to Lan Qi who said one thing to her face and another behind her back, leaving her with no place to vent her anger, Jiu Zhao unilaterally believed that she and Fu Xu got along well, and the prosperity of Sanqingtian was inseparable from Fu Xu's service. If they continued like this, being a pair of clean and honest monarch and minister should be the best outcome for their broken relationship.
In return for her kindness, she politely offered Fuxu her condolences. "I heard that you, Your Majesty, sustained internal injuries in the battle between immortals and demons. How is your condition now? Have you sought medical help? Your Majesty has dedicated countless hours to the Three Pure Ones. I have a number of nourishing remedies and will send them to you shortly."
Fuxu was not grateful for her kindness: "It's just a minor injury, not worth mentioning. Your Highness is busy with many things every day, so there is no need for you to pay too much attention to me."
Well, she's meddling in other people's business.
After we broke up, he became his old, unkind self again.
Jiu Zhao was disappointed and didn't bother to talk to him anymore.
But Fuxu ignored her dark face and continued to stand there, as if their conversation had not yet ended.
Jiu Zhao looked at his pupils, which were as indifferent as a deep pool, and had no choice but to send him away. "What brings you to the Peach Forest, Lord? It seems as if I have disturbed you. If you have other things to do, you don't have to waste time talking to me here."
"I'm not busy. I'm just here on the Emperor's orders to make arrangements for the military duties on the day of the Spring Banquet."
Without flinching or avoiding, Fuxu stared at her face with his narrow eyes. "Your Highness, you brought the prince with you. Is this also a mission assigned by the Emperor?"
What does it have to do with him whether he hands over the task or not?
No matter how busy you are, it is very rude to bring a few big and strong men with you to disturb other people's dates.
The thought of living in peace with Fuxu from now on, which had just arisen in Jiuzhao's mind, was nipped in the bud.
Having been together for many years, she knew what topics he was least interested in. She simply turned her chin and looked at Zhu Yan affectionately, saying in a deliberately sweet voice, "Father God's errands are errands, but I also want to revisit the scene of our first meeting with Yan Lang. Perhaps the High God doesn't know this? Because I saved him once when I was young, Yan Lang has been obsessed with me for tens of thousands of years. Now, our lovers have finally become a couple."
Unexpected.
The god who was like an iceberg that had not melted for thousands of years frowned slightly when he heard these almost flirtatious words.
Jiu Zhao continued to work hard, ignoring the discomfort she felt at realizing Zhu Yan's memory was flawed. She pointed a finger at the peach tree diagonally in front of her. "That's the tree. Yan Lang wanted to pick the peaches, but Meng Chu stopped him. I was the one who chased Meng Chu away for him and later gave him a basket full of peaches. When the God came, I was joking with Yan Lang about marking the peach tree as a symbol of our perfect relationship."
Incorporate corny words and add a sensational tone.
Jiu Zhao kept talking on and on, until Zhu Yan's face flushed and he lowered his head in embarrassment.
However, the one who should have shown disgust or simply said goodbye and left, just listened without saying a word.
After the initial frown, his handsome face remained unchanged.
Instead, some young and energetic immortal soldiers followed on both sides, their eyes flickering constantly.
...boring.
Unable to respond, Jiu Zhao completely lost interest.
Facing Fuxu's gaze, she suddenly stopped talking, spread out her slender fingers, and casually fiddled with her newly dyed nail polish twice: "Forget it, I have been too talkative. If there is nothing else, please leave first. I still need to go to another place with Yan Lang to check the fruiting of the peach trees."
"I wish Your Highness and the King a long and happy marriage. With that, I will take my leave."
…
Before going to bed at night, Jiu Zhao was still thinking about Fu Xu's words.
It was the first time she knew that people could be so polite.
A happy marriage.
Even the lowest-ranking immortal slave has a lifespan of nearly ten thousand years.
The words that Yunsheng used to bless newlyweds in the world seemed like a curse when used on her and Zhu Yan.
Jiu Zhao sat at his desk, annotating the policy paper he was studying.
By the time he realized what was happening, the words "Fu Xu" and "A Happy Life Together" had already been unconsciously left on the snow-white margins.
“…”
Jiu Zhao angrily picked up the red pen and drew a few lines on it.
This was not enough, so he opened the book, threw it away, and found a new one to continue practicing.
There have been a lot of things going on recently, and after studying for a while, she couldn't help feeling restless and irritable.
She stood up and opened the window to get some fresh air. A small ball of light, indicating new news from the immortal, quickly passed through the gap and hovered in front of her.
Jiu Zhao pointed with her index finger, and the ball of light dissipated, transforming into words that only she could see:
The candlelight in Fuyao Palace has gone out.
Forget it, if you can’t concentrate on learning, just do something else.
After waiting for an incense stick of time, Jiu Zhao began his second attempt to explore Lan Qi's sea of consciousness.
This time Lan Qi did not dream.
There was no circular core composed of demonic consciousness to show Jiu Zhao the way.
Countless points of light symbolizing memories, like the stars in the night sky, emit light from weak to strong according to the distance in time.
After swimming for a while, Jiu Zhao realized that it was not as easy to explore other people's memories as he had imagined.
When Lan Qi's mind was not disturbed and he was in a relatively calm and determined state, these bright memories were surrounded by a layer of barriers.
Her spiritual consciousness is as thin as a gossamer, and it would be difficult to sustain a breakthrough by force.
Jiu Zhao didn't give up either. As long as she wasn't discovered, she still had plenty of time.
Explore a small part each time, and maybe one day you will be able to find the weak point.
…
In this way, half a month passed peacefully.
Finally, news came from Xingyao that the elixir that increases the success rate of treatment has been prepared, and they can start to restore Zhu Yan's pulse and strengthen his bones.
Although Jiu Zhao felt a little uncomfortable about identifying the wrong peach tree in the peach forest, she would not deny anyone for this.
After living together for so many years, she could feel Zhu Yan's feelings for her.
During this period, Jiu Zhao wanted to ask Zhu Yan several times, but he didn't know where to start.
After all, even if he admitted his mistake, it would seem petty to care about such a small matter.
As Jiu Zhao hesitated, the matter was suppressed until today.
After learning that Zhu Yan finally had a chance of recovery, she took him to the Miraculous Doctor's Office within two days.
The process of casting the Nirvana Phoenix Fire requires full concentration and a deep mind. Xing Yao specially found a secret room on the bottom floor of the office for them. With the stone door opened and the magic circle activated, even if the sky and the earth collapsed outside, it would not affect the people inside in the slightest.
He ordered the two men to sit down on the cushions respectively, and the short medical immortal stood in the middle, carefully pouring out the refined pills from the medicine bottle.
That pill was different from any that Jiu Zhao had ever seen.
It is radiant and colorful, like white jade.
Jiu Zhao held his breath and sensed, and captured the extremely familiar water-based power from Ying Luo.
She guessed that the mermaid pearl that Ying Luo had condensed by spending his cultivation that day was used in it.
I couldn't help but sigh: "Xingyao Tianxian is a kind-hearted doctor. No matter how valuable the treasures are, they are all used on the patients."
Jiu Zhao often quarrels with Xing Yao, and when he gets angry, he would casually blurt out words like "dwarf" and "short firecracker".
She didn't often address her as "Xingyao Tianxian" seriously, but at this moment, her words carried a hint of respect and admiration.
Hearing this, Xing Yao's eyes flickered, and she turned her face away in embarrassment, facing Zhu Yan, and replied stiffly, "This humble official has only done his best. Whether Immortal Zhu Yan can recover as before depends entirely on whether your Nirvana Phoenix Fire is profound enough."
Before she finished speaking, she bowed, and her short figure slowly disappeared behind the closed stone door.
After practicing many times with Yingluo's jade sword and Lanqi's wounds, Jiuzhao's fire control skills have reached perfection.
However, Zhu Yan is her cherished lover, and they are both facing the consequences of failure, which may be life-threatening.
No matter how skilled he was, Jiu Zhao couldn't help feeling nervous.
My heart was beating like a drum, about to burst out of my throat.
She took a deep breath, as if to comfort the other person, and as if to soothe herself.
He forced a smile at Zhu Yan, who had swallowed the pill and was sitting cross-legged, ready to enter a state of meditation: "Yan Lang, believe me - I will definitely cure you."
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