After being divorced, my identity as a poet was exposed

Zhongli Ruoshui took a hot bath comfortably in the room.

She felt better again.

She put on the mask and changed into a long 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 down at the people under the lamp by the pond.

After walking along the way, it is finally time to reach the Jianjian Building.

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 Bingxue was smart, and she never mentioned what would happen if her illness couldn't be cured.

But she was very clear in her heart.

She still had a little fantasy, and even prayed for many nights that God would show that compassion, let Li Chenan enter the Wangqing Stage smoothly, and successfully cultivate the Inexhaustible Zhou Tian Jue to Dzogchen.

She wants to live.

Accompany that person for the rest of my life.

Listen to his elegant poems in front of outsiders, and listen to his heart-pounding love words in your own ears.

But she knows better than anyone that the possibility is really just a fantasy!

Millennium!
No one has ever practiced the Heavenly Jue of the Two Weeks to achieve Dzogchen!

Can I be so lucky?
Hurrying on the road these days, she has clearly felt that her condition is not as good as before.

She tires easily, and even in this late summer, she is beginning to feel the chill emanating from her body.

This feeling is very clear to her.

Wu Guodong Xucheng also has snow and cold in winter.

It was also very cold in the Sword Washing Tower.

Fortunately, I brought the medicine prepared by Xiaowu, but I don't know if I can survive this winter with those medicines.

She sighed slightly, a little sad, and raised her head to look at the moon, which was already full.

In the blink of an eye, it has been a year and five months since I met Chen An.

Where will Huaping Lake, which started on March [-] last year, end up?

She suddenly smiled sadly, thinking that if she really died, Chen An would be relieved instead.

He was accompanied by sister Xiao.

He also has two girls who like him.

Ning Chuchu, where is she now?

And one more summer flower...

However, Chen An said that he would part with that girl Xia the next day. 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?
It should be, after all, that girl is so beautiful.

In this way, he can also enjoy the blessings of the Qi people.

It's just that the big bed he said he wanted to make didn't have his own existence.

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 the wine!"

Zhongli Ruoshui withdrew his gaze, looked around, and a smile appeared on his face——

Pan Xiao quickly ran to Li Chenan's side with the flagon in hand.

He wanted to pour wine for this Mr. Li, but unexpectedly, Li Chenan snatched the jug, and he stood up!

He lifted his neck with the wine jug, and the wine poured into his mouth.

He took a big sip, raised his head to look at the moon, and opened his arms suddenly, as if he wanted to embrace the bright moon.

Zhongli Ruoshui looked at him intently, she knew that Li Chenan might be about to write another poem.

Last year's Mid-Autumn Festival, he wrote sixteen poems in one go,

This year is the Mid-Autumn Festival again, what kind of lyrics can he make?

Perhaps it is no longer about Mid-Autumn Festival.

Mid-Autumn Festival seems to have been written by him last year.

At this moment, Xia Hua also looked at Li Chen'an in shock. She didn't know that the gentleman who had accepted her 1 taels of banknotes was in the rhythm of writing lyrics. She just felt that the gentleman's wildness had another kind of free and easy taste!

Just like that bastard.

This metaphor is too disrespectful to Mr., Mr. is not comparable to that.

Those bastards would bow their heads under threats, but Mr. was never afraid of any threats.

Mr. is like a legendary fairy!
Is he singing to wine?
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, his heart is actually more disturbed and nervous than Zhongli Ruoshui.

We are almost at the Jianjian Building.

I don't know if I can go to Wangqingtai smoothly.

I don't even know if I can comprehend the goddamn Heavenly Two Weeks in this short period of time!

If not...

Zhongli Ruoshui will surely disappear, and she may never see the bright moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival next year.

He didn't have the slightest assurance in his heart.

Although he came here through time travel, he was not the chosen one.

So far, he still only understands the first eight formulas.

Only ten left!

One year left!

In these days, he forced a smile in front of Zhongli Ruoshui, and every night he watched Zhongli Ruoshui practice the No Er Zhou Tian Jue hard after he fell asleep.

But that aura never caught on again.

This made him devastated and frustrated.

Only then did he realize that the traverser is 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 thought he was a rootless prodigal, but that woman made him root.

He is willing to do anything for her.

Even if his life was exchanged for Zhongli Ruoshui's well-being, he didn't care.

He drank the jug of wine, and took another jug ​​of wine casually.

He walked to the lotus pond.

Under everyone's gaze, he looked at the bright moon, blowing the night wind, and suddenly opened his mouth.

When he opened his mouth, everyone was dumbfounded and shocked——

"When is the bright moon?

Ask the sky for wine.

I don’t know what the palace is, but what year is it.

I want to go home by the wind,

And afraid of Qionglou Yuyu,

The height is not cold.

dance to make out the shadows,
He seems to be in the world. "

At this moment, Pan Xiao quickly took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone from his sleeve pocket, sharpened a little ink quickly, picked up the pen, and quickly landed on the paper.

Xia Hua looked at her husband's back, her beautiful eyes widened.

Her thoughts seemed to fly to the moon palace following the words of the husband.

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 cold of the moon palace.

Bu Jinghong doesn't understand poetry, but thinks that Mr. Li is very powerful.

He admired Mr. Li's current state even more——

Mr. Li seemed to have entered an ethereal realm, and he seemed to only see the bright moon in the sky.

Zhongli Ruoshui hadn't combed her hair for a long time.

She looked at the person under the light by the lotus pond, and suddenly burst into tears.

Li Chenan raised his neck and took another big sip of wine.

He lifted up his sleeves, wiped his mouth, raised his hands slightly, and recited loudly:

"Turn to Zhuge, a lowly Qi household, illuminated without sleep.

There should be no hatred, why is it going to other times?

People have joys and sorrows,

The moon waxes and wanes,

This matter is ancient and difficult. "

He turned around and looked at Zhongli Ruoshui who was standing on the second floor.

He saw the teardrops on her face, as well as her tender eyes full of tears.

"May man be long,

Thousands of miles...together! "

He soars up.

He took a sip of wine in the air!

He landed on the second floor, and he hugged Zhongli Ruoshui.

He flew up again and flew towards the bright moon in the sky!

The jacket flutters.

Long hair fluttering.

Xia Hua feels inexplicably sad, this is the fairy companion!
This is the love between husband and wife!

"Nung, moon and new moon……"

"Chen'an, it would be great if you were alive!"

"I will sing and dance for you, and compose beautiful poems with you for thousands of miles."

[To make up for what is owed this month, this poem appears here, I like it very much, I hope you will like it too. ] (End of this chapter)