Qingli sat with the queen for a while, and waited for her mood to calm down before leaving.

Qingli lay on the bed, staring at the curtains in a trance, her thoughts were complicated, thinking about her father's roar when she ran away;

Think about what she would do if she knew that the emperor was going to marry her, and whether the worried queen would be able to persuade the emperor not to marry her too early.

Qingli is full of confusion about her future.

It has been more than two years since he left the martyr, and in the past two years, he has been writing letters a month, without interruption, and Qingli has also dreamed frequently, as if he is fighting the enemy with him.

But the war continues, the casualties never stop, and the people are miserable.

Qingli sometimes wonders what the meaning of her existence is.

Qing Li didn't know that Qing Li felt extremely small, and he couldn't change anything, and even his life could be decided at will.

Qingli missed the dead man very much, wanted to throw herself into his arms, wanted to cry in his arms to tell her sadness, wanted to hug his neck, and looked for stability.

Qingli hesitated and helplessly fell asleep, this time it was not a battlefield, nor a barracks, but a small bridge and flowing water.

Standing beside the boulevard, he seemed to be greeting Qing Li, and Qing Li's emotions poured out in an instant.

Qingli's legs didn't listen to her and threw themselves directly into Liyan's arms, she pressed tightly to Liyan's chest, feeling his fierce heartbeat, as if this was her harbor bend, her dependence.

Qing Li stared at his face, carefully appreciating his changes

Yes, he has changed a lot, his skin is not white and tender, but it is more masculine, his body is not thin, incomparably majestic.

Liwu is now more than a head taller than Qingli.

Liyan's chin rubbed the top of Qingli's head tightly, and Liyan's hand patted Qingli's back, as if to appease her, and seemed to drive away all the distractions for her.

Li's affectionate voice echoed in Qingli's ears, "Xiao Li'er, do you miss me?"

"I thought about it, I thought about it very much. Maybe it was because of the dream, Qingli actually said what was in her heart.

The hand of the deceased gently caressed Qingli's face, as if he was caressing some rare treasure.

The corners of Liyan's mouth turned up, and his eyebrows and eyes curved: I also miss Xiao Li'er, I miss it very much, I want it very much. ”

Maybe it was because Qing Li knew that it was a dream and that everything she did would not be known, Qing Li said to him, "You lower your head. ”

He did so, and was about to ask something, when Qing Li put her lips to Li's lips, and Qing Li actually kissed her.

When the lips touched, Liyan was stunned for a moment, and then regained control, and their kiss was inseparable, until Qingli couldn't breathe, and Liyan reluctantly let go of her.

Qingli gasped for breath, Liyan was breathing normally, and Qingli still had the leisure to sigh at this time.

Li Yan stared at Qing Li gently, and said, "I didn't expect Xiao Li'er to take such initiative for two years, I am very pleased." ”

Qing Li didn't reply to him, but his eyes kept staring at him tightly, and he never left for a moment, because Qing Li knew that when he woke up from the dream, he disappeared.

Leaving the mourning and Qingli sat quietly by the river to feel the peace of this moment.

Liyan hugged Qingli tightly, and Qingli also leaned on him tightly. It's as if this moment is forever. It's as if they're going to sit like this until the end of the day.

Suddenly, a pair of cross-necked mandarin ducks swam in front of their eyes, as if they were tightly entangled at the moment.

The magnetic voice of the Death Detachment sounded: "I will definitely end the war as soon as possible, wait for me, Li'er!"

Qingli's eyes looked at him without blinking, and slowly replied to him: "Okay." ”

His chuckle reached Qing Li's eardrums, causing Qing Li to shudder.

Liyan began to tell Qing Li about the battlefield again, and Qing Li was shocked to find that this was exactly the same dream she had before.

However, thinking that this was her dream, it was all an illusion made up by herself, Qingli was relieved.

The sun is setting, and it is a dusk. With the reflection of the small trees in the river, it is really picturesque.

But dreams will eventually wake up, even if Qingli is nostalgic, it is just a miserab.

Qingli closed her eyes tightly, wanting to return to the dream, but there was only darkness, where was the small bridge, where was the flowing water?

I only heard her personal palace maid Xiaoyue say: "Princess, go and take a look, the queen mother caused the emperor to make a big fire because of your matter." ”

"Let's go. There are some things that have to be solved. ”

Besides, everyone stayed away from the camp today, for fear that one would be punished by this master if he accidentally got out of the camp.

Why do you say that, because the spring breeze on his face today, the corners of his mouth have been slightly raised all day, and people who know his temperament well think that he is going to be a yin person again.

But they really thought too much, and the reason why Liyan was so happy today was just that he had a sweet dream, a sweet dream that he didn't want to tell anyone.

He is now full of only thoughts, set up a good defense, repel the enemy as soon as possible, and go to see his little Li'er!

Qing Li went with Xiao Yue to his father's Sun Palace. Before he entered the door, he heard his father's roar, "It's all what you're used to, look at what he looks like now!"