For the first time in her life, Jiang Pengji knew what it meant —
Fighting was fun for a while, but it was a crematorium afterward.
For two or three months she lay like a corpse in bed, and it was not until the cold of winter began to thaw and spring began to blow that she was finally allowed to walk. Her external injuries were still manageable, but the stabs from the God-Slaying Saber were too ruthless and difficult to heal.
Even Jiang Pengji's doctor scolded the perpetrator more than once for being savage.
Qiguan Rang often came to visit. His expression was solemn every time, and his right hand could not help but clutch something.
Jiang Pengji said, "I know it's hard for you to bear with it. Bring me your favorite fan later. Why did you deliberately remove it?"
Qiguan Rang had no other problems except for his fan fetish. Unfortunately, Jiang Pengji was an injured patient and the room could not be exposed to the wind.
He said, "I'm not used to it for a while, so I'll just bear with it. But my lord's body — you have to be more careful in the future."
Jiang Pengji's entire body was covered in minor and major injuries. She was tied up like a mummy. At first, only her eyeballs and mouth could move.
"The enemies are all dead. Who else can hurt me? I won't have the chance to not be careful in the future even if I want to. "
Qiguan Rang did not speak after hearing that. But every time he left, Jiang Pengji suspected that Qiguan Rang was going to fight someone.
Wei Ci said, "Wenzheng is anxious."
Jiang Pengji said, "Fortunately, he doesn't know the truth. Otherwise, it won't be easy to clean up."
As a patient, Jiang Pengji looked calm and collected on the surface. She looked like an otherworldly master, but in fact, her heart was bleeding like a river.
If she had known that she would have to bear all the pain by herself, why did she have to be so ruthless that night?
A blunder, a blunder!
Because of the habit she had developed over the years, Jiang Pengji could wake up very early. She could not move blindly due to her injuries, so she could only lie down all day to pass the time. At this time, she especially missed the live streaming room — watching the group of salted fish talk nonsense. The day passed in a flash.
However —
Actually, it was alright. After all, they had said goodbye before leaving. It was considered an explanation to the salted fish.
Jiang Pengji looked at the flying snow outside the window and thought about it.
Wei Ci was serving her lunch. Seeing Jiang Pengji's nostalgic expression, he could not help but ask.
"I'm reminiscing about an old friend. We've known each other for eighteen years, but … I won't be able to see him anymore. I didn't have a proper farewell before I left." Jiang Pengji said, "Life is like duckweed that comes and goes. If we are fated, we will be together. If we are not fated, we will part. I understand this. It's just — "
Wei Ci said, "But my lord still feels melancholic?"
Jiang Pengji said, "Something like that. It's like something you're used to suddenly disappearing, and you feel uncomfortable all over. Wasn't Wen Zheng the same? Every time he comes to see me, he's afraid that the wind from his fan will freeze me, so he deliberately opens his fan outside the door, but he's not used to it. "
How could a habit of many years be broken after one or two sessions?
According to Wenzheng, he had developed the habit of using a fan when he was five or six years old. At first, he used it to repel mosquitoes for his seriously ill mother. Later, he developed a dependence on the fan. He could not calm down or find a way to think without a fan. Jiang Pengji had been with the streaming room for 17 years and eight months. Including her age in her previous life, the streaming room had accompanied her for one-third of her life.
It was gone all at once. How could she get used to it?
"Didn't my lord say that life is like duckweed that comes and goes. If we are fated, we will be together. If we are fated, we will part. If we are not fated, we will part. Fate cannot be forced. When we separate, isn't it for the sake of reuniting in the future? If we are fated, we will meet again. "
Jiang Pengji suddenly thought of the words that the salted fishes had said before.
"If you never forget, there will be an echo?"
Wei Ci smiled and said, "Maybe that's the reason."
After Jiang Pengji had her meal, she followed the doctor's advice and walked for a while in the afternoon to help her body recover.
"I walk slower than Lian 'er and the others now."
Jiang Pengji held her crutches in both hands and strolled around with Wei Ci's help. Her range of activity was limited to the inner courtyard.
She was tired from walking. She put her crutches aside and found a rock garden to lean on. Her forehead was sweating.
"My lord, it's better to walk slower."
Jiang Pengji looked at him. "Why?"
Wei Ci said, "If you walk slower, they will grow up faster and catch up."
Jiang Pengji was silent when she heard that. Wei Ci suddenly brushed his hand across her temple. There was a strand of white hair that was very thin but very eye-catching.
The stronger one was, the more power they held, the more they were afraid of growing old. The emperors who had once unified the country and left behind countless romantic and beautiful names were all like this. It seemed that emperors throughout the ages could not escape this fate. That was why there were various allusions of emperors seeking immortality and longevity.
But Wei Ci knew that the person in front of him was not like that.
The passing of time was very normal for her. She faced it calmly and even had a different kind of joy.
"I've grown white hair accidentally." She twirled the strand of hair and looked at Wei Ci. "Zixiao has one too."
After all, Wei Ci was six years older than Jiang Pengji.
The latter's hair was gradually turning white. How could he be immune?
She tied their white hair into a knot and teased him with a smile, "Is this the first step to growing old together?"
Wei Ci felt that his heart was about to be melted by her words.
If one were to ask what was the luckiest thing in his two lifetimes …
There was no doubt that he knew the person in front of him.
While there was no one in the courtyard, Jiang Pengji wanted to kiss Wei Ci.
There were benefits to being a patient. For example, Wei Ci would never refuse. Instead, he was quite indulgent. He would accept any teasing as long as it was not too excessive.
Just as Jiang Pengji was about to kiss him, a familiar electronic sound rang in his ears.
Ding Dong —
Dear Commander of the Seventh Federal Army Corps, Your Excellency Jiang Pengji —
Your new system has been maintained since XXX Year XX Month XX Day. It has lasted for 2 months, 33 days, 33 hours and 33 minutes —
It is now available again. Please take note and receive it.
Jiang Pengji was speechless.
What a haunting thing!
Let's not talk about the strange way the system reported the update time. What was it that the system had been maintaining for so long?
Was there a new function?
No — there wasn't!
Then why did you maintain it for so long?
She thought that the system had completely disappeared.
Nannies have holidays. Seventeen years and eight months plus twenty-three days. What's wrong with maintaining it for two months without rest?
Jiang Pengji was speechless.
That's not right. His tone was not quite right.
Could it be that the Sky's Brain hadn't died yet?
No, it has. I only received its information. That's why I know all this. The previous Sky's Brain lived for too long. It stored too much rubbish information. I spent a long time to clean it up. The maintenance time is a little long.]
Jiang Pengji was silent for two seconds. She guessed the identity of this guy.
Feng You?
Or —
The son of the old chief, the spiritual body in Jiang Pengji's God Slaying Sword?
These identities are mine. You can call me whatever you want, Your Excellency Jiang Pengji. Speaking of which, my continuation still depends on your hard work.
Jiang Pengji sneered.
She had expected it when the God Slaying Sword absorbed the two system slices.
The mysterious person probably didn't hand the God-Slaying Saber to her to help Jiang Pengji kill the sky's brain, because at that time, she had already shown signs of awakening her ancient bloodline. His real intention should be for this person. She was slightly displeased, but she could accept it.
"How can you guarantee that you won't become the second Sky's Brain to cause trouble?"
The Sky's Brain doesn't have rules and constraints, but I do.
"Old chief?"
"You can call her that if you like."
"I'm curious about the relationship between the two of you."
"This is another story. It's a long story. Your Excellency is busy every day. I'm afraid you won't like to hear it."
Jiang Pengji could tell that the newly appointed "System" was not someone to be trifled with.
However, if it caused trouble, the person to clean up the mess would be the old chief, not her. Jiang Pengji couldn't be bothered to worry.
"Can I start the livestream now?"
"Yes." After saying that, it muttered something. "… The backend has received billions of complaints. It's too late to delete the rubbish …"
Jiang Pengji was speechless.
Did she have reason to suspect that if it hadn't received too many complaints about rubbish information, it would still be able to continue maintaining it?
Looking at the familiar interface, Jiang Pengji thought about how she should greet her old friend again.
In the end —
She started the livestream. There were no loud cheers as she expected.
Looking at the empty screen, she, who was used to all kinds of dirty talk, was not used to it.
After about five minutes, the livestream room gradually gained viewers. The bullet screen became exclamation marks.
Toudu Feiqiu: "Streamer, did you come back to life?"
Canteen Dafan Auntie: "Streamer, did you come back to life?"
Oatmeal Nanshui: "Oh my god, did the missing streamer come back to life?"
Sanzhisongshu Ningshi: "Amazing. The locked coffin was pried open by the streamer?"
Saishang Jiangnan Fengguang Hao: "Oh my god, I'm going to tell my parents that the missing streamer came back to life!!!"
Jiang Pengji was speechless.
She didn't know that on the first day the livestream room disappeared, Weibo was paralyzed. The platform's programmers worked overtime and couldn't save the situation. The next day, Weibo was flooded by the news of the livestream room's disappearance. Many fans cursed and turned to anti-fans. They had to. They had been following the TV series for 17 years and eight months. It was finally going to usher in the long-awaited finale, but at the last minute, they said it was a eunuch!
If they had known it was a eunuch, they would have said it earlier. The foreplay was done. Why couldn't they say it at the critical moment?
The fans who cared about Jiang Pengji and the angry anti-fans fought on Weibo for three days and three nights.
The trending topics took turns dominating the list. The other celebrities who wanted to buy trending topics were miserable.
A lot of money was spent, but they couldn't even find a trace.
Such a chaotic battle lasted for seven days. The netizens felt that they could fight for another 800 rounds. The programmers who woke up in the ICU with their livers complained on Weibo, begging them to stop fighting and give them a way out. After seven days, the popularity of the matter gradually died down. On the eighth day the livestream room disappeared, there were still people who thought it would come back.
Now that more than two months had passed, many familiar fans looked at the saved video from that year in a daze.
Did this magical livestream room really exist?
When they all desperately accepted reality, the livestream room sent a push notification to the fans who followed it.
They were stunned. When they came back to their senses and wanted to rush into the livestream room to demand an explanation, five million people were already _ (: з) ∠) _.
It was okay if the livestream room was full. They still had Weibo!
Therefore, the programmers who had just been discharged from the hospital saw the backstage collapse again. They took a deep drag on their cigarette.
"Damn it, resign!"
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