In the last days, Wen Tingyun's health has not been very good, but on his fiftieth birthday, as soon as the sky was hazy, Wen Tingyun got up and shuttled between his room and courtyard. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

After Jiang Muxue got up, Ling'er came to report, "Mr. I don't know what crazy I am smoking today, I got up before dawn and swept the entire courtyard inside and out, and then went to feed the horses and robbed all the work of the maids and maids." ”

"Really?" Jiang Muxue frowned, since Wen Tingyun's last trip came back, her body has been getting worse day by day, she has been boiling medicine for him in the past few years, asking for a doctor, I don't know how much effort it takes.

It is said that she has become a doctor after a long illness, Jiang Muxue feels very reasonable, she has been taking care of Wen Tingyun for many years, and she is almost half of her husband.

Even so, Wen Tingyun's body is still good for a while, almost for a while, and in modern terms, his immunity is very poor.

This early morning with the servants to do work, as Ling'er said, is really crazy!

Jiang Muxue looked around the outer courtyard and inner courtyard, and finally found him in the kitchen, "Mr. ......"

She shouted, speechless in shock, but saw Wen Tingyun sitting between the two mothers-in-law covered in flour, seriously learning how to roll noodles.

"Get up, wait, I'll give you longevity noodles to eat."

He groaned with a smile.

Jiang Muxue rolled up her sleeves to help, but was kicked out of the kitchen by him.

"It's weird." Jiang Muxue shook her head and left.

This feeling lasted all day, and in the evening, something even stranger came, when Jiang Muxue was freshening up and removing her makeup, Wen Tingyun quietly walked in.

Then sat down next to Jiang Muxue and looked at her quietly.

"Is there something wrong with you?"

Jiang Muxue guessed, and it was very likely that she would ask for it. Jiang Muxue was secretly annoyed, why did she only react now?

Wen Tingyun nodded, and said in silence for a while: "Girl, I want to draw your eyebrows." ”

Yes? Jiang Muxue immediately blushed.

But seeing Wen Tingyun's hands, they began to intersect nervously again. Restless, Jiang Muxue paused slightly, but did not refuse.

The two of them sat opposite each other, their eyes facing each other, just for a moment, Jiang Muxue lowered her eyes, those eyes were too hot, and the moment she lowered her head, Jiang Muxue understood what he meant.

And thinking about it, he estimated that he would have to show his heart to her, or ask to marry directly.

If this is the case, then Yu Xuanji's last regret is over, which also means that she can leave the situation smoothly.

When he took the eyebrow pencil, Jiang Muxue slowly closed her eyes.

His movements were light and gentle, and his withered bark-like hands touched her delicate and smooth face, and it was a little itchy.

"But you have to draw it better, or I'm going to draw a big cat on your face."

Wen Tingyun sneered after hearing this, and even said yes.

After about five or six minutes, Wen Tingyun asked Jiang Muxue to open her eyes, she took a closer look at the mirror, her thin eyebrows were like daisies, her eyes were like autumn water, sparkling with waves, and she was full of affection.

"The hills overlap and the gold is extinguished, and the temples and clouds want to be fragrant and snowy...... Lazy to draw moth eyebrows, late to make up and groom. ”

"Looking at the front and back mirrors of the flowers, the flowers reflect each other. The new post embroidered Luo shirt, double golden partridge. ”

He looked at Jiang Muxue and groaned, and suddenly took her hand and put it in his heart, "Girl...... I regret it! ”

"What do you regret?"

He was silent for a while, and suddenly wept, "I knew that today, I should have met you to redeem my life for you, and then ...... Keeping you around...... Not separated for the rest of your life. ”

Perhaps he wanted to burn out the last tenderness, and took her in his arms, excited, trembling, and gradually calmed down for a long time.

He died in Jiang Muxue's arms, and when he left, he was not yet a child.

But Jiang Muxue did not leave.

She did the funeral for him in the name of Wen Tingyun's student, and waited for more than ten days, but still had no intention of leaving.

The next day, Jiang Muxue began to deal with the property under her name, and then ordained a monk in the Great Ci'en Temple.

And gave himself the name of the law, Xuanji.

Jiang Muxue donated a large amount of incense money to Da Ci'en, and the host was grateful and taught her a skill.

Among them, what interests Jiang Muxue the most is the ability to cure diseases and save people.

Ten years, presided over the round death.

Jiang Muxue took over the Great Mercy and Grace Temple.

And gradually played the banner of hanging pots to save the world.

In his previous life, Yu Xuanji gained a vigorous reputation, and that was because he was beheaded for murder.

In this life, she still wants to win a vigorous reputation for Yu Xuanji, but it is to cure diseases and save people, and to relieve people's suffering.

At this time, Datang has reached the point of dying, and there are wars everywhere, thousands of miles of bones.

After Chang'an's fame began, Jiang Muxue began to travel all over the world, being at peace with what happened, and following the opportunity to treat diseases and save people.

Gradually, some people called her "Divine Aunt".

In two years, the name "Shengu" spread all over the country.

Some people even say that the goddess is a god who descends to the earth, specializing in treating them, the suffering poor people.

Many people said realistically: "The goddess not only cures the sick and saves people, but also has the ability to soar through the clouds." ”

This comes from such an episode, when Jiang Muxue went to Huainan, it was the most fierce time when the feudal town was divided, and there was an army led by the Pei brother, and the Pei family hated Jiang Muxue back then, and in order to retaliate, they privately mobilized the army to prepare to capture her alive.

Jiang Muxue had no other skills, Ling Bo was skillful in micro-steps, so in broad daylight, in front of hundreds of soldiers, she disappeared without a trace in an instant.

As a result, the saying that the goddess was a god descended from the earth spread.

In 907, Zhu Wen proclaimed himself emperor and destroyed the Tang Dynasty.

In 943, Jiang Muxue rescued a sixteen-year-old boy named Zhao Kuangyin.

The Zhao family thanked them with a thousand gold, but was rejected by Jiang Muxue.

With a stroke of her pen, she wrote a poem, "When is the spring flower and autumn moon, and how much do you know about the past?" Xiaolou had another east wind last night, so the country could not look back at the bright moon. The carved fence and jade masonry should still be there, but the face has changed. Ask how much sorrow you can have, just like a river of spring water flowing eastward. ”

"In the future, if you meet someone who writes such a poem, please spare his life." After Jiang Muxue said this to Zhao Kuangyin, she left abruptly.

The Zhao family exclaimed, "It's the god aunt!" Goddess......"

Kneeling down, Zhao Kuangyin looked at the green mountains and green waters in the distance, and secretly swore that he must abide by the instructions of the goddess.

In 978, Zhao Kuangyin secretly released Li Yu in the Northern Song Dynasty prison.

This year, Jiang Muxue was 134 years old and left the scene while meditating on a mountain.

She really didn't expect that she would have to stay in the situation for so long, and she didn't live a fraction of this life until she died.

Later, one day, I learned the reason, and the ghost king told her that at that stage, the killing in that space-time world was too big and there were too many evil qi, and he was quietly absorbing resentment and evil qi with the help of Yu Xuanji's body.

But that's all for later.

After Jiang Muxue left the scene, it took a day and a night to collect the grievances on Huangquan Road.

The prostrate fish told Jiang Muxue that she never thought that a woman's life could be like this.

ps: It's finally over, I'll write stories about historical themes in the future, chop my hands, and seal my pen! It's really exhausting to write, and it's a slap in the face that the background and realm are not enough...... o(╯□╰)o(To be continued.) )