Yan Rin couldn't remember how long she had been standing quietly by the window. When the manager pushed the door in and brought him back to his senses, it was already night.

"Your Majesty, it's time for you to rest, the servant has changed hot tea for you."

Yan Rin smiled slightly, turned around and walked back to the side of the imperial case, reached out and took the teacup on the gold plate, took a shallow sip, put it down, the tea slowly sank down with a lonely whirl, Yan Rin Fu sat down again, picked up the fold that he threw away and continued to read.

The chief steward stood beside him without saying a word, and waited for him. However, after waiting for a long time, Yan Rin did not move.

Chief Wang said in a low voice, "Your Majesty." ”

Yan Rin stretched out his hand and rubbed his eyebrows: "It's okay......"

I think I'm too tired, I've been so busy these days that I haven't rested much, my body is already tired, and suddenly Jingyuan mentioned some of the things that I have in my heart, so I am even tired.

He can clearly understand the words on the fold, and the meaning of each sentence is very clear, however, everything seems to be very far away, and it is always as if it is separated from something, and he can't get into his heart. The brain was dull and numb to the extreme, and I was stunned for a long time looking at the performance, but I still didn't think of how to write instructions at all.

The general manager of the king persuaded softly: "Your Majesty, if you can't decide for a while, it's good for you to let go for a while and take a break." In the past few days, you have been sitting in this study since the next court, and you are about to get sick. Go out for a walk, loose and loose, maybe the mood is cheerful, the body is more comfortable, and then come to the instructions to play the folds, but it is faster. ”

Yan Rin smiled and nodded, and really put down this table of business at will. Push away the folds, walk out of the study, and walk into the moon.

The night is approaching, and the moon is still easterly. The wind is coming. The original inexplicable depressed state of mind. It's a little more comfortable.

Yan Rinjing's conceited hand slowly clouds under the moon, the palace is surprisingly quiet, far and near, the lights and candles, or brilliant, or bright, or dark, or faint, quietly illuminating the road in front of them.

Brilliant palaces everywhere, beautiful gardens.

Bypassed the rockery. Stepping through the corridor, he walked leisurely, all the way through.

In this palace there were his wives and children, his courtiers, his slaves, however. At this moment, at this time, he just wants to be alone, quiet and alone.

Deliberately avoiding the splendor and brightness of the distant place, he walked towards the dark and silent place. The lanterns and candles in front of them have gradually turned from dense to thin, from bright to dark, and secluded and far away. Hazy.

He didn't notice. The palace attendants who followed him all the way have quietly dispersed. Even Mr. Wang had stopped and stopped following.

He just walked forward absentmindedly, thinking that he would casually and carelessly walk through the imperial garden where there was not a single palace person.

The world is unusually quiet, the very light sound of the water hitting the stones, the very soft and soft sound of the wind blowing the leaves, but it makes this slightly dark garden even more silent.

Yan Rin walked forward along the white stone road, this garden, there are flowers, trees, green bamboo, strange stones, a hill made of soil, there is a living water stream that is introduced into the palace from outside, there is a bamboo corridor and a curved bridge that crosses the waves, it is quiet and beautiful, it is the realm of artificial creation. However, Yan Rin had no intention of enjoying it at all.

His center of the earth seems to be far away, thinking of distant people, and everything in front of him seems to be separated by a world.

Then, he heard a soft voice: "Pray for Yun." ”

In this quiet night when he was absent-minded, such a familiar voice suddenly sounded. It wasn't very thrilling when it came to his ears, but it was a very light and peaceful call, so he turned his head and stared......

The shadows of the trees are swaying, and the bamboos are secluded. At the twists and turns of the path, someone stands on the bridge, staring at him in the moonlight, with a little gentleness.

On this night, the moonlight was not very bright, the starlight was not very bright, and even the lights and shadows in the garden were scarce and dim.

However, he stood there, still wearing a green shirt and calm, and the world was glorious.

Under the bamboo bridge, the water of the royal river surrounded him, flowing slowly, and the moonlight, stars, and lights were all reflected at his feet.

On this night, which was like a dream, Yan Rin watched him all the way along, missing the people all the way, and after a long time, he asked softly, "Why are you here?" ”

"I missed you, so I came." The man's voice was always as clear as a warm jade.

"When did you come?"

"I've been here for a while, I've been waiting for you here." The man's ground was surprisingly soft in the moonlight.

He stared at him, then, raising his hand slightly, waiting in the void.

Yan Rin stood there for a while before slowly walking towards him.

The longing is too long, the meeting is too sudden, and the first reaction is not ecstasy, not rushing to him warmly and happily, but doubt, this is just a dream of missing too much.

So, some hesitation, some confusion, the voice of speech is always soft, the steps of walking are always slow, as if I am afraid that I will use a little more strength, and I wake up from this dream.

He walked over, and the man was there, never disappearing into the night, never melting in the waves, this sweet dream, so clear and long-lasting.

He stretched out his hand, grabbed the hand that was waiting for him in the void, as if it had been a long, long time, and let that hand pull lightly, step up the two white stone steps at the head of the bridge, and walked onto the small bamboo bridge.

The evening breeze blows, bringing up a few ripples in the water of the river, bringing up a few ripples, and the stars and moons and lights and shadows quietly melt in all directions.

It wasn't a dream, he knew it. He did come, when he was completely unexpected, unprepared.

On this dream-like night, what he held in his hand was real warmth.

The man had already arrived in front of him, but he still did not let go of the hand he was holding.

That hand was slender and beautiful, warm and powerful. In the past few years, every time they meet, he can't help but want to hold this hand.

Back then, he personally sent him out of the palace.

At the time of his parting, he was ready to endure the pain of never seeing each other. And I am willing to use my whole life in the future to think and remember.

However, it didn't take long for him to receive his letter.

In fact, the letter only said one simple thing.

I'm cured.

More than just healing the wound. Healed the disease. It's not just about walking as usual. has recovered all his martial arts, and even the broken hand has been restored.

It was an impossible miracle, no, perhaps, a miracle.

And Yan Rin didn't even have time to be surprised, too late to rejoice, too late to think and marvel at this miracle, he just immediately rushed to the place mentioned in the letter.

His countenance returned, and there it was.

Over there. Waiting for him.

To this day, Yan Rin still can't recall how happy and passionate she was when she saw her beautiful appearance at a glance.

For so many years, he has been thinking about it, thinking about it all the time, but he can't always remember it. He always felt that at that time, he must have been in a state of madness, what he said, what he thought, what he did, many, many details. I can't remember.

Remembered. It's just that he uttered a cry of unknown meaning, all the time. kept screaming, so great surprise and joy overflowed the heart, and I didn't even know what words to use to express such joy, so I could only use the most primitive and simple cry to vent.

He didn't even know that there should be shock and incomprehension, wonder and thought, joy and joy that possessed everything of such an incredible miracle, leaving no room for reason to think.

He rushed towards Rong Qian, and like a madman, he grabbed the arm that should not have existed, and he used so much force that he could almost break the hand of an ordinary person.

He greedily tore the man from head to toe, and tore at his clothes with his own eyes, to make sure that his wounded body had really regained all its vitality and vitality.

He kept shaking, he couldn't speak, he kept asking, how are you good, how are you good, are you really good?

And Rong Qian just smiled and indulged his nonsense, endured his madness, and let him be rough, completely uncontrolling, pulling, pulling, checking and checking. At the same time, hug him with the gentlest posture and comfort him with the gentlest voice.

Rong Qian kept answering, although he was always vague about how he got better.

But at that time, Yan Rin already had no ability to think. If Rong Qian said that I shouted to God, heal me quickly, so God healed me, Yan Rin might not have nodded immediately, and regretted that he didn't yell at God earlier, what did he say, what did he listen to, in fact, what Rong Qian said, he didn't quite understand.

In my memory, the most profound thing is just the repeated voice sentence after sentence: "I'm fine, I'm really good." ”

It took him how long it took him to really make sure that his appearance was good, and how long did it take him to finally believe that this was not an illusion.

Then, like a child, he wept bitterly!

It was a great joy, a miracle that he did not even dare to dream of, a miracle that he hated to exchange everything he had, and yet, he didn't even know that he should laugh, he just wept bitterly.

He doesn't remember that he is the emperor, he doesn't remember that he grew up, he doesn't remember, he is a man with responsibility and courage, he doesn't remember that all men have the admonition that tears do not flick, he just grabbed Rong Qian and cried bitterly.

Even when he sent Rong Qian away, Rong Qian repeatedly assured that he could be completely cured, but he never dared to really believe that Rong Qian's body could recover to this extent. In his own imagination, Rong Qian can be like ordinary people, or even a little more sluggish and difficult than ordinary people, but basically there will be no obvious disability, and he can walk freely without having to bear pain all the time, which is already a great luxury.

Now, when the healing effect is presented to him with a perfect effect that is completely beyond imagination, he does not know how to be ecstatic, and can only cry.

Nonsense divider secretary brown: There is enough manuscript for tomorrow.