The tyrant ran very fast, and Zhao Xiangling could only see a vague figure under the moonlight.

When he walked into a pear forest, the tyrant jumped and disappeared.

Zhao Xiangling stopped in front of the pear grove.

The end of autumn is approaching, and the pear blossoms have already withered, and even the leaves are almost gone.

The ground is covered with a thick layer of leaves, but it is not awkward, and when you step on it, you can feel the moisture in the leaves being wrung out.

The moon was bright, and even without fire, Zhao Xiangling could clearly see the road in front of him and the tyrant standing on top of the high branches.

Alternatively, it would be more appropriate to call it Li Ruiqing.

Bathed in the moonlight, the color of the tyrant's coat underwent an extremely strange change, covered with a light layer of silver, but wrapped in a black mist, which made it difficult to distinguish.

And a pair of glass-colored eyes, round like the moon in the sky, scorching and shining, like the night pearl in the night, but more quiet than the night pearl.

All the moonlight gathered towards it, making Zhao Xiangling involuntarily think of the mythical stories told by the older generation.

There are demons in the world, and the fifteenth full moon day is the most prosperous, taking the essence of heaven and earth, and gathering the elixir of the bright moon.

It's fifteen now, isn't it just the legend that responds to this sentence?

Zhao Xiangling didn't make a sound, just waited quietly, watching the more and more obvious differences in the tyrant.

And the surrounding pear groves are gradually beginning to sprout.

Just like the beginning of spring, all the branches begin to sprout, emerald green leaves grow, and tender buds begin to change gradually.

The wind around him suddenly rose and rolled up the hem of Zhao Xiangling's clothes. She still wore the same gown, bright red and happy, and the jewels glittered in the moonlight.

When the moon rises in the sky, all the pear blossoms compete to bloom, and the tyrant also jumps down from the branches and jumps towards Zhao Xiangling.

The tyrant who fell into Zhao Xiangling's arms was already asleep, and the one who landed on the ground, dressed in black clothes, with black hair, and a shallow smile, made Zhao Xiangling's heart sour.

Li Ruiqing turned out to be really him.

Zhao Xiangling was afraid that his thoughts would become ill, so he put down the tyrant, rubbed his eyes, and reconfirmed whether there was anyone in front of him.

But he still stood there, not half a point away.

"Ruiqing?" Zhao Xiangling asked tentatively.

Li Ruiqing nodded, but did not speak.

"Li Ruiqing?" Zhao Xiangling reached for it, but only caught air and didn't touch anything.

After all, heaven and man are still separated, and they are still untouchable after all.

Zhao Xiangling cried, but his heart was not as sad as he imagined. Anyway, now that she's seen people, they'll be able to see each other again.

Li Ruiqing has always been dressed in white, but now he is dressed in black, which is not like ordinary clothes.

Thinking of this, Zhao Xiangling laughed at himself.

How could it be ordinary clothing? If you can't touch it with your own hand, how can you wear ordinary clothes?

However, looking at the style around the body, it seems familiar.

Zhao Xiangling thought about it and raised his eyes to look at Li Ruiqing's face.

His expression was still flat, but there was a slight light in his eyes that betrayed his mood at the moment.

Stretching out his hand, he motioned for Zhao Xiangling to go over.

Zhao Xiangling tried to get closer, only to feel cold to the bone.

She suddenly remembered that she had another child.

Maybe she can stand the cold to the bone, but what about the child?

The doctor said that her child was unstable and was likely to die early. If she tosses like this, she may kill this child.

Stopped, Zhao Xiangling didn't go any further, she smiled with tears in her eyes: "Ruiqing, do you know, we have children." ”

Li Ruiqing's face was obviously stunned.

"I'm going to be a mother." Zhao Xiangling smiled and cried, "You're going to be a father." ”

Li Ruiqing raised his eyebrows and took away all his emotions. At the same time, he also took away the action of hugging Zhao Xiangling.

He still didn't speak, probably couldn't speak.

Zhao Xiangling felt that she couldn't tell whether it was a dream or reality, but she understood that she didn't want to be awake whether it was a dream or reality.

It's also best never to wake up.

The temperature around him slowly rose, and the chill that Zhao Xiangling originally felt gradually dissipated, looking back at Li Ruiqing, his color became a little more transparent.

The warmth was more and more around Zhao Xiangling's body, and she felt that the original cold was relieved a lot, but Li Ruiqing's transparency speed became faster and faster.

The moonlight is slanting in the west, the pear blossoms are withering, and Zhao Xiangling knows that he may not be able to stay for too long.

She doesn't understand the laws of heaven and earth, nor does she know any rules beyond the world, but she also understands how difficult it is to meet like this.

Seizing the last chance, Zhao Xiangling asked, "But Xiang Wan and Yi Mengchen?" ”

She was asking Li Ruiqing why she could come on such a trip.

Li Ruiqing nodded, proving Zhao Xiangling's guess.

Zhao Xiangling asked again: "That...... Will you come again? ”

Li Ruiqing still nodded and smiled at her. When he opened his mouth, he clearly said, "Wait for me to come back." ”

There was no sound, but it was the best thing Zhao Xiangling had ever heard these days.

Wait for him to come back. Wait for him.

The petals of the pear blossom swirled in the air, disappearing like ice and snow, and Li Ruiqing's figure was also hidden in these petals, scattering like snow.

In the end, only a few bits of light remained, floating in the air.

Zhao Xiangling reached out to grab it, but he could only hold a pear-white petal, moistened in his hand, and it was a little cold.

Looking back, the moon was still high overhead, the pear grove was still bare, there was nothing, and there was not the slightest sign on the ground except for the piles of fallen leaves, and above the fallen leaves, the tyrant lay asleep in his usual favorite position.

It seems that nothing has happened, and no trace has been left.

But Zhao Xiangling knew in his heart that none of this was a dream.

When I opened my palm, a pear petal was still lying in my palm, not withering.

This season, there are no pear blossoms, and this petal is the best proof that something has happened.

Zhao Xiangling's heart came alive again.

Her Ruiqing will come back. Zhao Xiangling's heart is unprecedentedly firm. Ruiqing never lied to her, and he would definitely come back.

Covering the petals in his heart, Zhao Xiangling bowed his head: "Little tyrant, your father will come back." ”

"So, let's wait for him to come back."

Take the pear blossom blooming period as an appointment, and wait for him to come back together.

After the secret marriage, Zhao Xiangling's mood seemed to improve. She is no longer depressed, she will laugh with everyone, and she will eat on time.

She is still conscientious, never delaying the affairs of the court, and occasionally staring in a daze when she sees something.

But Celadon felt that she seemed even more wrong.

Many times, she saw His Majesty holding the kitten and calling it Ruiqing, and many times, she saw His Majesty co-authoring a book and whispering something.

What's even more exaggerated is that she once met His Majesty who didn't sleep in the middle of the night, carrying a flower hoe to the pear garden in the palace to loosen the soil for those pear blossom trees.

All in all, what His Majesty has done seems to be normal, but in fact it is terrifying.

Celadon once persuaded Zhao Xiangling, who always disagreed.

Gradually, there were more palace people who met Zhao Xiangling, and rumors spread in the palace that His Majesty had gone crazy. Zhao Xiangling only smiled at these rumors and didn't care.

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