Zhongli Ruoshui took a hot bath comfortably in the room.
She felt a little better again.
She put on the mask and put on a white dress.
She opened the door with a comb and stood on the corridor on the second floor.
As she combed her hair, she looked at the people under the lamp by the pond downstairs.
After walking all the way, we finally arrived at the Xijian Tower.
This journey... was difficult, bumpy and tiring, but Chen An didn't complain at all. He still took care of himself and loved himself as always.
If you have a husband like this, you will have no regrets in this life!
Zhongli Ruoshui and Bingxue were smart, and she never once mentioned what would happen if her illness could not be cured.
But she knew it in her heart.
She still held on to a trace of fantasy, and even spent many nights praying to God for mercy, allowing Li Chenan to successfully enter the stage of forgetfulness, and successfully cultivate the Fuer Zhou Tian Jue to the Great Perfection.
She wants to live.
Accompany that person for most of the rest of your life.
Listen to him write elegant poems in front of outsiders, listen to him say heart-pounding love words in your own ears.
But she knows better than anyone that it is most likely just a fantasy!
Thousands of years!
No one can practice the Fuji Zhou Tian Jue to Dzogchen!
Can I be so lucky?
On the road these days, she has clearly felt that her condition is not as good as before.
She tired easily, and even in this late summer season, she began to feel the chill emanating from her body.
She knew this feeling very well.
It also snows and is very cold in winter in Dongxucheng, Wu State.
I think it was very cold in the sword washing building.
Fortunately, I brought the medicine prepared by Xiao Wu, but I don't know if I can survive this winter with those medicines.
She sighed slightly, feeling a little sad. She raised her head and looked at the moon, which was full.
In the blink of an eye, it has been a year and more than five months since I met Chen An.
Where will Huaping Lake, which started on March 3rd last year, end?
She suddenly smiled sadly, thinking that if she really died, Chen An would be relieved.
He was accompanied by Sister Xiao.
He also has two girls who like him.
Ning Chuchu, where is she now?
There is also a summer flower...
However, Chen An explained that he would be separated from Miss Xia tomorrow. Miss Xia was going to Dongxu City, and they had to take another jump directly across Dongxu City to Xijian Tower.
Will he fall in love with Xia Hua?
Probably so, after all, that girl is so pretty.
In this way, he can also enjoy the blessings of that group of people.
It's just that the large bed he said he wanted to make no longer exists.
Now, it was too late to give him a child.
This may be the regret of life.
Just when Zhongli Ruoshui was thinking wildly, Li Chenan's roar came from the lotus pond:
"Bring me the wine!"
Zhongli Ruoshui withdrew his gaze and looked away, a smile suddenly appeared on his face——
Pan Xiao quickly ran to Li Chenan's side while carrying the wine bottle.
He wanted to pour wine for Mr. Li, but unexpectedly, Li Chenan snatched the wine bottle and stood up!
He held the wine bottle and tilted his neck, and the wine poured into his mouth.
He took a big sip, raised his head and looked at the moon, and suddenly opened his arms, as if he wanted to embrace the bright moon.
Zhongli Ruoshui looked at him intently. She knew that Li Chenan was probably going to write another poem.
During the Mid-Autumn Festival last year, he wrote sixteen poems in one breath.
This year is the Mid-Autumn Festival, what kind of poem can he come up with?
Maybe it’s not about the Mid-Autumn Festival anymore.
The Mid-Autumn Festival seems to have been written down by him last year.
Xia Hua also looked at Li Chen'an in shock at this moment. She didn't know that the gentleman who had received her 10,000 taels of silver was going to write lyrics. She just felt that the gentleman had a different kind of free and easy style when he was wild!
Just like that second-rate guy.
This metaphor is so disrespectful to Mr. Sir, he is not a second-rate person.
That idiot will bow his head under threats, but Mr. is never afraid of any threats.
Sir is like a legendary immortal!
Is he drinking and singing?
Or do you want to raise a pot to invite the moon?
The rest of the people also looked at Li Chenan.
Li Chenan was drinking again.
These days, he was actually more anxious and nervous than Zhongli Ruoshui.
We are almost at the sword-washing tower.
I don’t know if I can get to Wangqingtai smoothly.
I don’t even know if I can understand the damn Fuji Zhou Tian Jue in this short period of time!
If not...
Zhongli Ruoshui will inevitably die, and she may never see the bright moon in next Mid-Autumn Festival again.
He didn't have the slightest certainty in his heart.
Although he came from time travel, he was not the chosen one.
So far, he still only understood the first eight formulas.
Ten more to go!
One year left!
During these days, he forced a smile in front of Zhongli Ruoshui, and watched Zhongli Ruoshui painstakingly practice the Fu Er Zhou Tian Jue every night after he fell asleep.
But that aura was never captured again.
This shocked and frustrated him.
Only then did he realize that time travelers were not omnipotent, but he did not give up until the last moment.
That woman made him integrate into this world.
Just like Bu Jinghong, he originally thought he was a rootless prodigal, but that woman made him take root.
He would do anything for her.
Even if his life was used to exchange for Zhongli Ruoshui's well-being, he didn't care.
He drank up the bottle of wine and picked up another bottle of wine.
He walked to the lotus pond.
Under everyone's gaze, he looked at the bright moon and the night wind, and suddenly opened his mouth.
When he opened his mouth, everyone was dumbfounded and shocked——
“When will the bright moon come?
Ask the sky for wine.
I don’t know what year it is today in the palace in the sky.
I want to ride the wind back home,
I am also afraid of beautiful buildings and beautiful buildings,
It’s extremely cold at high places.
Dance to clear the shadow,
How does it seem to be in the human world. "
At this moment, Pan Xiao quickly took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone from his sleeve pocket, quickly rubbed some ink, picked up the pen, and quickly dropped it on the paper.
Xia Hua looked at her husband's back, her beautiful eyes widening.
Her thoughts seemed to fly to the moon palace following the husband's poem.
She felt that Li Chenan seemed to be standing in front of the moon palace.
She felt that she was dancing in front of the moon palace just to show Li Chenan the most beautiful dance.
Let him not feel the lonely coldness of the moon palace.
Bu Jinghong didn't understand poetry, but he thought Mr. Li was so awesome.
He admired Mr. Li's current state even more -
Mr. Li seemed to have entered an ethereal realm. In his eyes, there seemed to be only the bright moon in the sky.
Zhongli Ruoshui had stopped combing her hair.
She looked at the man under the light by the lotus pond and suddenly burst into tears.
Li Chenan raised his neck and took another sip of wine.
He lifted up his sleeves and wiped his mouth, raised his hands slightly, and chanted loudly:
"Turn around the Zhu Pavilion, look down at the Qihu, and the light will keep you awake.
There shouldn't be any hatred, so what's the point of saying goodbye?
People have joys and sorrows, partings and reunions,
The moon waxes and wanes,
This matter is ancient and difficult to complete. "
He turned around and looked at Zhongli Ruoshui who was standing on the second floor.
He saw the tears on her face and her tender, tear-filled eyes.
"May people live long,
Thousands of miles away...we share the beauty of Chanjuan! "
He flew into the air.
He took a sip of wine in the air!
He landed on the second floor and picked up Zhongli Ruoshui.
He flew up again, flying towards the bright moon in the sky!
The clothes are fluttering.
Long flowing hair.
Xia Hua is inexplicably sad, this is the fairy companion!
This is the love between husband and wife!
"Nung, moon and new moon……"
"Chen'an, how wonderful it would be if you were alive!"
"I should sing and dance for you, and compose beautiful poems with you thousands of miles apart."
[To make up for what I owe this month, this poem appears here. I like it very much, and I hope you can like it too. 】
