Because of her familiarity with the palace, she picked a secluded path where no one was around, and avoided her ears and eyes very smoothly, but she didn't expect that she would meet Shangguan Qingqing unexpectedly, no, she should be called Wu Qingqing now.

In the dark, she hid behind a rockery, hiding herself well, and on the remote path, she saw Wu Qingqing holding a lantern in one hand and a little boy in the other, pacing slowly.

Child?

When her gaze touched the little boy, her heart chuckled, and a bad thought immediately jumped out.

poked his head out and quietly observed the little boy, only to see that his height was much shorter than Qiqi, and he looked like he was only about two or three years old, whose child was this? Could it be theirs?

Before she knew it, her chest was filled with anger, and her breathing became disordered.

"Son, what have you learned today, tell your mother about it?"

Wu Qingqing's gentle words sounded, clearly reaching her ears, and her heartbeat stopped for this sentence, son, mother?

Soon, the little boy's milky voice sounded crisp and clear:

"I learned swordsmanship, and I also read the art of war."

"Well, my son is the best in the world, did my father personally teach you?"

"Yes, Mother."

"Is your father treating you well? He hasn't been to see his mother for a few days, have you ever told him that he misses him so much that he can come and see his mother when he's not busy? ”

"Yes, Mother, I told you."

The little boy looked young, but he was serious and methodical in answering questions.

"Did Father say when he was coming?"

Hearing the little boy's answer, Wu Qingqing suddenly became excited, she stopped, grabbed the little boy's shoulder, stared into his eyes and asked.

The little boy was not frightened, and said calmly:

"Father said, let me help my mother back to sleep in the room first, if my mother sleeps well, he will come to see her tomorrow."

"Really?"

Wu Qingqing's eyes flashed with hope, but it was just a little boy's words, and the joy in her eyes was about to fly out.

"yes, really."

The little boy nodded vigorously,

"Let's go, Mother, I'll help you back to your room and sleep now."

"Well, my son is so good."

Wu Qingqing said, hugged the little boy hard, and then the little boy took his hand, quickened his pace and pulled her away.

Lin Ling'er's chest was like a big stone, and she couldn't breathe for a long time, until she leaned weakly on the rockery, and the protruding stone corner of the rockery hurt her, and she snorted and exhaled.

Father, mother, son......

Scold...... It turned out that it was really their son, they hadn't seen each other for three years, and they even had a son!

Leaning against the rockery, letting the rugged ridges above torment himself, knowing the pain, only to understand his stupidity, from the beginning of his expedition, she guarded him hard for four years, and he was already a beauty in his arms, his son around his knees, how could he not forget her, forget Qiqi?

She suddenly didn't know why she was standing here at this moment, she tried her best to sneak into the palace, but because she still had a glimmer of hope for him, but at this moment, that already very slim hope had come to naught, what was she still standing here for?

No wonder he doesn't even want a princess who is close to him, it seems that Wu Qingqing conquered his heart in the end, and it's no wonder that after so many years of waiting, Wu has spent so many years of dedication, and when he can finally repay it, of course he wants to repay his great benefactor in the best way, and marrying his daughter and kissing him is the best reward.

Is it still necessary for her to go to him?

What to ask him? Ask him if he still remembers that there was a woman named Lin Ling'er, who was his first love, gave birth to a daughter for him, waited for him for four years, and now stands in front of him, and asks him if he plans to recognize their mother and daughter?

No, she can't do it, she doesn't rarely beg for love, and she can't share the same man with other women, so the conclusion is very simple, in the future, they will return to the bridge, the road will return to the road, the road will face the sky, and they will go half of each other, and they will be two parallel lines that can never intersect again.

She took a step, obviously telling herself in her heart a thousand times, ten thousand times, that there was no need to stay any longer, that she should go, but her curiosity about him and her desire to see him did not diminish in the slightest.

I haven't seen him for four years, what has become of him now, is he still the same as before? Or become more aged? No, sitting on the beauty of the country, he should become much more cheerful, right?

Since he is here, let's see him and then go, from a distance, even if it is just a glance, even if it is goodbye, give herself a simple ceremony, and see his ruthless appearance, she can completely cut off the love thread.

The footsteps of walking back suddenly changed direction and continued towards the Zhengyang Hall.

It's just that along the way, she became depressed, her body seemed to be no longer her own, and every step seemed to be stepping on the clouds, this illusory feeling made her at a loss.

It wasn't until she saw the Zhengyang Hall from a distance that her mind tightened a little, and he was inside, right?

Because she was in a trance, she didn't even notice that there were no guards outside the Zhengyang Palace, so she swaggered in through the back door.

What is he doing at this point? Reviewing the book or studying the book of war? He loves war so much now and occupies so much land, he must be studying the art of war, right?

I thought that this qiē was all unaware, but she didn't expect that the person she was looking for would actually be on the roof, and she heard her faint wheezing and footsteps.

On the roof, Tuoba Jiuxiao looked at the stars and closed his gaze, but his deep eyes only moved slightly, and a trace of contempt slipped out of his lips, and then continued to look at his stars and the moon as if nothing happened.

The lights in the Zhengyang Hall are bright, and at a glance the hall of Ruoda is under his eyes, he never thought that one day he would sit on this dragon chair and walk in this familiar palace, and all that is churning in his mind is the past with him, which can be regarded as a kind of farewell, the last time he remembers.

is still dressed in purple during the day, the flowing skirt corners cross the air, leaving a burst of sandalwood smell, she knows that he likes sandalwood, so in the three years in the Western Regions, she has always carried sandalwood's purse with her, just like he is always by her side.

But at this time, it was to cover up the smell on her body and cover up a Peugeot belonging to Lin Ling'er, because she would never reveal her identity.

I thought I would see him here, but I searched all over the empty main hall, and I couldn't see his shadow.

If she is not here, she is in the side hall, she casually picked up a candlestick on the bookcase, and walked slowly towards the East Warm Pavilion as if she was walking in her own yard.

The door of the East Warm Pavilion was open, and there was a small candlelight burning inside, she searched from the inside out, but there was still no one, a trace of doubt was fixed in the center of her eyebrows, and she turned around and walked towards the West Warm Pavilion.

Because the East Warm Pavilion has good sunshine in the morning, it is mostly used as the study of the lord of the country, while the West Warm Pavilion is sunny in the afternoon, so it is used to sleep.

Then, take a look at his sleeping face.

Walked lightly to Xinuan Pavilion, her heartbeat was actually a little faster, before she came here, she thought of a rhetoric, and when she met, she said that she was the princess of Gaochang Kingdom, Ayimu, because she was not satisfied with his decision, so she came to ask for justice, so she pretended to be a dancer and mixed into the palace, I guess he shouldn't do anything to her, right? After all, she is also a princess of a country!

The little hand was raised, and the slender five fingers were clenched into an empty fist, and it was about to fall on the door, moving and moving, but it couldn't knock down.

She bit her lower lip, what was she afraid of? Are you afraid to see him sleeping with a man in his arms, or a woman in his arms?

Scold...... Laughing at yourself, Lin Ling'er, what are you thinking? This is the final goodbye, do you need to think about it so much?

Taking a deep breath, she planned to push the door without knocking, and if she saw him reluctantly with others, it would be better for her to die more completely.

The door was pushed open, creaking, and very abrupt in the silence of the night.

The layout of the Xinuan Pavilion is different from the general dormitory, in order to prevent the lord from being assassinated, there are eighteen beds here, and the bed that the lord sleeps on is different every night, so Lin Ling'er stood at the door, and what caught his eye was the beds covered with bright yellow futons.

The imaginary thing did not happen, there was no scene of Tuoba Jiuxiao sleeping with others in her arms, she looked at the beds one by one, and there was no one.

The original lost soul was gradually filled with doubts, she raised a little spirit, at night, Zhengyang Hall was searched by her and she couldn't see him, where would he go?

Maybe that's their fate!

The day he went on the expedition four years ago was goodbye, but she was stupid and couldn't tell the difference.

Under the white veil, the smile on her lips was expanding, with mockery and heartache, she quietly retreated from the Zhengyang Palace, it was time to leave.

On the roof, Tuoba Jiuxiao seemed to have calculated correctly, and when her head was the first to emerge from under the eaves, he was not surprised at all, but condescendingly and fixedly watching her figure appear in front of his eyes little by little.

To his surprise, every inch of that delicate back was revealed, his heart couldn't help but lift a point, until she walked away step by step, and the back was completely presented in front of his eyes, that unusual sense of familiarity, the back that had already been imprinted on his heart and engraved into the bone marrow, made him stunned!

"Bell ......"

He muttered, how much hope and how much thirst was stored in his choked voice, he couldn't believe it was true, and rubbed his eyes vigorously, thinking that the person in front of him was just one of his countless visions, but when he opened his eyes again, she still had zài,

"It's true!"

He said as firmly as a child, and immediately tapped his toes, and landed behind her like a swallow.

Lin Ling'er was still holding the candlestick in his hand stupidly, and he was far away from the Zhengyang Hall and away from him in the mode of saying goodbye one step at a time, but he didn't know that behind him, he was already standing there steadily, only ten steps away from her.

"Stop!"

A familiar voice sounded behind her, a deep timbre that echoed like a cello in the square in front of the temple, crashing against her eardrums.

It's him! R1154