Tang Ling had already left Lingyan Pavilion before Li Longji and Gao Lishi arrived, and returned to the inn where he was staying. According to the usual practice, Yun'er will inevitably wait for his return in the guest room at this time, and this time is no exception. But compared with usual, Yun'er didn't show any fatigue tonight, and when Tang Ling pushed the door into the room, she was a little happy to appear on her pretty face.

"Coming back?"

"Hmm. ”

For some reason, Tang Ling was not in the mood to have a customary bickering with Yun'er at this time, and simply answered Yun'er's question. And Yun'er didn't let out an exclamation like before, and then asked him why he returned to the inn at this time. What surprised Tang Ling even more was that Yun'er didn't even torture him to extract a confession, and asked what she saw and heard when she went out this time, and her aunt and grandmother tonight were actually a little weird and gentle.

"I asked the shopkeeper to boil you some soup, you ...... Drink before you go to sleep. ”

Taking the initiative to take off the clothes she wore when she went out for Tang Ling, Yun'er remembered that there was still a cup of soup on the table, but after a long night of waiting, the soup that was originally steaming hot had already become cold with the passage of time, and Yun'er, who noticed this, suddenly frowned: "Wait a minute, I'll go and ask them to heat the soup first." ”

"No need. ”

Seeing Yun'er's embarrassment, Tang Ling smiled gently, picked up the cup of cold soup, and regardless of Yun'er's dissuasion, picked up the cup of soup and drank it slowly, as if tasting some kind of deliciousness, and then said: "It's not too early, let's get ready to rest." ”

"Oh. ”

Yun'er, who was lively in the past, was indeed a little abnormal tonight, and she didn't see her entanglement with Tang Ling, and a few simple words of dialogue had slept with Tang Ling in her clothes, which surprised Tang Ling for a while. Before going to sleep, Tang Ling finally couldn't help but ask tentatively: "Grandma, you are extraordinarily gentle tonight." ”

"What's the matter?

“......”

Tang Ling was speechless, which did not mean that Yun'er would stop there.

"Is it just that you are only allowed to be sad alone, and don't let me share your worries and solve problems?" Yun'er pulled Tang Ling's arm a little roughly, using it as a pillow, and said, "You are the Creation Sage, Yang Shou doesn't know the geometry, I am just a mortal body, and my time is limited, even if we are free in the future, and our children and grandchildren are full, there will be a time to go before you." But now that I am your wife, I will share your joys and sorrows. ”

“......”

"You must be wondering why I didn't ask you what you saw and heard tonight, right?"

“......”

Tang Ling was speechless, but still couldn't stop Yun'er's words.

Yun'er Qianqian's jade fingers slid on Tang Ling's chest, the rare gentleness still hasn't faded now, but the usual naughty and mischievous look has gradually revealed, "Once you think of the time you spent with old friends, sadness will appear between your eyebrows." If I'm not mistaken, you must have been in Lingyan Pavilion for a long time tonight. ”

"Yun'er, I ......"

"So, don't bury the knot in your heart, but share it with me. After all, I'm not used to being taken care of by you all the time. ”

Without waiting for Tang Ling to explain, Yun'er had already pointed out his slight melancholy that had not yet dissipated, which made him a little stunned: after many years of getting along, he didn't realize that this aunt who always likes to bully him was so keen? No wonder when he said that he was going to visit the imperial city at night tonight, this aunt didn't ask to go together, thinking that she had already seen the things in her heart that had not yet been revealed.

"If one day, I leave you first, I'm afraid you will show this appearance for me, I don't like you like this......"

Yun'er's whispering gradually turned into a dream, maybe it was a night of waiting, she could no longer resist the sweep of sleepiness, the words just fell, accompanied by a slight sound, and the delicate little face looked particularly cute under the refraction of the moonlight outside the window.

Tang Ling moved her body lightly so that she could wrap her arms around Yun'er.

"If one day, you leave me first, I don't know what kind of expression I will show, but no matter how many times you fall into samsara, I will find you and make you my wife again. ”

Speaking of this, Tang Ling laughed at herself, bowed her head, and kissed Yun'er on the lips.

"You can't run away. ”

After the Chinese New Year, it is Shangyuan. In just a few days, Chang'an City has been full of happy events. First of all, the flower thief who made many months of chaos provoked everyone in Luoyang to gnash their teeth was captured by the king of Luo; then there was news in the imperial city, the princess of Shangxian who was rumored to have died in infancy had achieved positive results, and now she returned to the mortal world to reunite with the emperor and gather together; and then there is the hexagram of the harvest year, the annual New Year talent banquet will be held on the day of the Shangyuan Festival, when the talented and beautiful women in the city will gather together to show their literary talent and martial arts.

In this way, in just a dozen days, every day is celebrated, every day is happy, and the new year and new scene in Luoyang City are more like a protracted carnival. Every day before the morning sun rises, she pesters Tang Ling to take her around, and only in the evening does she return to the inn unsatisfied, with all kinds of dim sum and delicacies in her hands, mouth, and belly, but there is a bit of a taste of joy.

More than ten days have passed, and this day is the Shangyuan Festival she has been looking forward to for a long time.

"What is the New Year's Talent Banquet?"

In the middle of the three uniques, Yun'er bit a piece of pastry, looked at Tang Ling curiously, her eyes were full of curiosity, and her delicate eyebrows had already recovered her former high-ranking aunt and grandmother posture, and the gentleness of that night seemed to be just a flash in the pan. On the contrary, the word "talent banquet" that has been rumored for several days has aroused her curiosity.

Tang Ling lowered his head and tasted tea, and slowly explained the origin of the banquet: "After the rebellion of the Empress Wu back then, although Xuanzong overcame all difficulties and succeeded to the throne smoothly, after many years of twists and turns, the talents in the DPRK and China have withered. Therefore, Prime Minister Yao Chong proposed to Xuanzong that every spring and autumn, the anthology martial arts battles will be held, and the outstanding ones who stand out will be given the opportunity to enter the court as officials and serve the imperial court. The anthology is scheduled for the day of the Shangyuan Festival, when the imperial court will invite young talents from all over the country to come to Chang'an to write a book on talent and martial arts. ”

"And how is the martial arts fight held?" Yun'er asked as she tasted the pastry, her face curious.

"Martial arts is a martial arts conference, the time is set for the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the previous sessions were held in Lishan, but the last martial arts conference was suspended because of the wedding of the King of Fengyun. ”

Tang Ling saw a gap, and finally stole a piece of pastry from Yun'er's front and threw it into his mouth.

Yun'er looked at Tang Ling with a smile: "That's ...... Do you feel a little guilty now?"

"Guilty, do you mean I ate your pastry?" Tang Ling asked after chewing and swallowing the pastry in his mouth.

Yun'er learned the tone of the opera, patted the tea table, and pretended to say: "The dignified King of the Storm, a big wedding has suspended the martial arts conference that countless people are looking forward to, and it has made them wait for a year in vain - you, the crime is extremely evil." ”