Acai's Sky

Chapter 913: The follow-up to the land reclamation from the divine consciousness

Taibai Village, Tong Family

I sat up from the bed and stretched my body, then I noticed that there were several animals surrounding my bed. I hadn't seen them for a long time!

Jin Yuanbao jumped onto his owner feeling aggrieved, and the rest of them quickly threw themselves into their owner's arms.

Jin Yuanbao, "Next time I won't go out to play by myself anymore. My master has been away for too long."

Tuan Tuan also nestled in A Cai's arms, "Next time I won't listen to their advice. I've been away from my master for so long, and I've missed out on so many different kinds of scenery!"

The dog Feiyue licked his face and said to Acai, "This time, the master only brought the little raccoon dog with him on the mission. Next time, he won't be with him..."

Before it could finish, the golden raccoon dog directly pounced on the dog Feiyue, "You guys go out and have fun on your own. I asked you before, you guys are having a lot of fun. What's wrong with me following my master to complete the mission? How dare you complain!"

Brahma flapped his wings, patted the golden raccoon dog, and shared the same hatred with Feiyue. "Fly to the sky and grab the moon, watch out!"

A Cai picked up Xuantian and Tuan Tuan without hesitation, turned around quickly, and flashed to the hall downstairs, wanting to get away from this dangerous battlefield.

In her bedroom upstairs, Jin Yuanbao and several other powerful beasts were having a thrilling battle with the golden raccoon dog.

These beasts are all level 200, much stronger than Acai, and she has no way to intervene.

Ah Cai did not dare to delay for even a moment. She quickly took out the [Memory Sealing Device] from her backpack. This was a tool specifically used to clear memories.

She carefully placed Xuantian and Tuantuan on the ground, then got into the equipment without hesitation.

After entering the device, Acai immediately felt a powerful force enveloping her, as if she was isolated from the world.

She took a deep breath, calmed herself, and began to sort out her chaotic memories, compressing the unnecessary ones into a book.

In this enclosed space, Acai's thinking became unusually clear.

In order to better integrate the body and soul, Acai swallowed several bottles of [Advanced Genetic Modification Drug] without hesitation.

After swallowing several bottles of [Advanced Genetic Modification Potion], the body began to undergo wonderful changes.

The potion quickly absorbed into her bloodstream, igniting a fiery flame. Her skin felt slightly warm, and a powerful energy surged through her body.

As time went by, the connection between Ah Cai's body and soul became closer and closer.

She could feel her soul gradually merging into her body, the two blending together like water and milk.

Suddenly, a dazzling light flashed and Acai's body began to tremble violently.

Her consciousness was completely submerged in the light, as if she was sucked into an endless vortex.

In the vortex, her body and soul completely merged into one, indistinguishable from each other.

As the light gradually faded, Ah Cai slowly opened her eyes. She felt her body was filled with strength, a qualitative improvement compared to before.

And successfully received the trace of spiritual consciousness for the ninth task.

As the effects of the medicine gradually took effect, Acai felt subtle changes beginning to occur in her body.

Her soul was gradually unsealed and established a connection with that trace of spiritual consciousness.

Through this trace of spiritual consciousness, Acai finally saw the follow-up content of the ninth task.

She widened her eyes and read the information carefully, feeling incredible.

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Ah Cai saw that the copy of herself was married directly to the emperor's ninth son by imperial decree.

Well, this ninth son is so handsome.

He scratched his chin with his index finger. Are all the ninth sons of the royal family so handsome?

Looking at the large amount of dowry from the clone, the old emperor squinted his eyes with joy, and the corners of his mouth turned up.

The Tong family even gave the clone a large amount of dowry. After ten years of development, thanks to the three marquises of the Tong family, the entire family prospered.

The gilded candlelight in the Golden Palace had not yet faded from his memory, but the replica was already in the carved warm room of the Ninth Prince's Mansion, adjusting the red gold hairpins on his temples in front of the bronze mirror.

The figure reflected in the mirror had just tilted her hairpin half an inch to the left when there was a slight sound from the carved wooden door. The Ninth Prince pushed the door open, holding a celadon teacup. His moon-white cuffs were still stained with morning dew - that was from when he went to the back garden to pick her favorite white plums.

"You should wear the Dongzhu pendant today." His fingertips brushed across her shoulder, and he took off her hairpin and replaced it with mutton-fat jade earrings embellished with Dongzhu. His movements were so familiar as if he had seen her dressing herself in front of the mirror a thousand times.

The clone suddenly recalled a fragment that flashed through her consciousness: three years ago in the Tong family's boudoir, when Ah Cai was teaching her how to pin her hair, she said with a smile, "I want to marry a man who can choose earrings for you in the future." At this moment, the temperature of the Ninth Prince's fingertips was exactly the same as the touch when Ah Cai tried them on for her in her memory.

On the desk was a food box with a lotus pattern sent by the Tong family. When it was opened, hot steam wrapped in the aroma of crab roe hit my face.

The Ninth Prince personally served her a bowl of crab meat and tofu soup. The moment the spoon touched the edge of the bowl, she saw the lotus pattern embroidered on his cuffs - it formed a complete pattern with the pattern on the collar of her dressing gown. This was the stitch she had unconsciously added before going to bed last night according to the embroidery method taught by the Tong family embroiderer.

"I remember you don't like ginger, so the kitchen specially used rice wine to remove the crab smell." He picked up a piece of emerald shrimp with chopsticks. The goji berries on the shrimp were arranged in the shape of a little fox - that was her favorite pattern to draw when she was young, which was the shape of a golden raccoon dog.

The replica was suddenly stunned, and the vague fragments in her consciousness suddenly became clear: ten years ago on the streets of Gusu, a young man in a green shirt bought a string of candied foxes and handed them to her. At that time, she thought it was an illusion, but now she saw the same tenderness in the eyes of the Ninth Prince.

While she was copying sutras in the warm room that afternoon, a light snow suddenly began to fall outside the window. The Ninth Prince put down his copy of the Book of Zhou Rites and filled the incense burner for her. The scent of the burning incense cakes was exactly the same as the agarwood from the Tong family ancestral hall.

"Last winter, you sailed with the Tong family fleet to Jiaozhou." He traced the incorrect strokes she had made while copying the sutra with his fingertips, correcting them for her. "I saw the snow on your cloak at the dock. It had three more ridges than ordinary snowflakes."

The replica's hand holding the wolf hair brush paused.

In her spiritual consciousness, Ah Cai once had a memory stored deep in her sea of ​​​​consciousness: On a snowy night at Jiaozhou Wharf, when she was counting the goods for the caravan, a young man wearing a bamboo hat helped her hold up the cargo box that was blown down by the wind. The silver thread hanging from the edge of the bamboo hat was exactly the same as the tassel of the jade pendant on the ninth prince's waist.

She suddenly chuckled, dipped her finger in ink, and drew a small raccoon dog on the edge of the scripture page, which was exactly the same as the shrimp shape he had just drawn.

As dusk drifted in through the carved windows, the Ninth Prince personally brought in a gilded hot water bottle. The word "peace" embroidered on the silk handkerchief was exactly the pattern embroidered by the Tong family's embroiderer.

"Will you come with me to visit the Tong family tomorrow?" He gathered her cloak, his fingertips brushing against the vermilion mole behind her ear. "The three marquises always say that I married the Tong family's treasure and that I should go to the ancestral hall and offer a cup of tea to our ancestors."

The clone looked at the candlelight reflected in his eyes and suddenly remembered the box of Shu brocade in his dowry.

Ah Cai had instructed in her spiritual consciousness: "If your husband is willing to accompany you back home, please spread the Shu brocade with the 'Hundred Children Picture' on the east wall of the bedroom."

At this moment, her fingertips unconsciously stroked the winding branches on the hot water bottle, and she suddenly understood why the Ninth Prince could always understand her hesitation - those secret codes hidden in the Tong family's artifacts had long been woven into a secret language between the two of them over the years.

Late at night, the glass lamps of the Ninth Prince's Mansion cast a warm glow on the snow. The clone leaned against his shoulder, gazing at the mercury mirror on the desk, a part of the Tong family's dowry. Though the mirror was ordinary, the frame was engraved with a familiar star map.

The Ninth Prince suddenly pointed at the overlapping shadows of the two people in the mirror and said, "Look, this mirror reflects us as if we have been side by side since we were young."

She suddenly recalled the clearest scene in her consciousness: in front of the incense table in the Tong family ancestral hall, when she was fifteen years old, she first saw a young man in moon-white clothes. In his hand was a mercury mirror of the same type as this one.

It turns out that long before Ah Cai left her spiritual consciousness, fate had already drawn overlapping trajectories for them in the Tong family's star map.

The snow fell silently. The Ninth Prince tucked the quilt for her and his fingertips brushed across the silver bracelet on her wrist - that was the dowry left by Acai, engraved with the Tong family's secret language.

He suddenly chuckled, his warm breath brushing against her ear. "Actually, three years ago, I saw the customs clearance document you wrote for the caravan. The handwriting contained the Tong family's secret 'hidden tip' calligraphy, exactly the same as the one you used to copy the scriptures tonight."

The replica looked at the smile in his eyes and suddenly felt that the warmest tacit understanding in the world was not the fragments of memory in his consciousness, but the fact that the person in front of him remembered even the strength of her fingertips holding the pen and the curvature of her hair at her temples.

She suddenly reached out to brush away the snow from his shoulders, and her palm felt the warmth of his body beneath his clothes, which was exactly as Ah Cai had described in her consciousness: "like warm jade basking in the spring sun."

Outside the window, the snow had stopped. The Ninth Prince stood up and put the pages of the Little Raccoon Sutra she had drawn into a rosewood box. Beneath the box lay the handkerchief embroidered with the Tong family crest, which she had accidentally left behind on the streets of Gusu two years ago.

The clone looked at his back and suddenly understood that the so-called match made in heaven was actually because someone had carefully recorded every one of her footprints in the painting of the rest of her life.

That night, the gilded incense burner in the warm room was burning the Tong family's secret recipe of "Tongxin Incense", and the smoke drew the shape of a lotus on the carved ceiling of the tent.

The clone fell asleep with his head resting on the arm of the Ninth Prince, and the fragments of memory in his mind finally pieced together into a complete picture: it turned out that from the day the Tong family emerged in the court, from the first time the Ninth Prince saw the carriage embroidered with the Tong family emblem on the street corner, the red thread of fate had passed through the glazed tiles of the Golden Throne Hall, weaving two lives that should have been parallel into this never-extinguished glazed lamp before his eyes.