August 15, Mid-Autumn Festival.

Zhao Xuan took Li Shu, who was already his nominal wife, to reunite with his family.

It has been several days since their wedding day, and no one made trouble in the cave room that day, and everyone was in the hall to accompany the emperor. After the emperor left, a number of officials also resigned one after another. Because of the farce at the wedding, the banquet that was supposed to be held in the evening ended in a hurry in the afternoon.

In the past few days, no one cares about whether Zhao Xuan knows what to do when he gets married, only Zhao Sheng, who seems to have the meaning of imparting a little experience to the third brother. But the first time he was accidentally broken by Wu's mother, perhaps because Li Shu was a princess, and then he was embarrassed to ask Zhao Xuan to teach him experience, so Zhao Xuan passed a few days plainly.

Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, the day of family reunion, and even Zhao Shoucheng is at home.

Although there is no legend of Chang'e running to the moon in this world, history is always strikingly similar. Zhao Xuan didn't know why people in this world set August 15 as the day of reunion, but he knew that the scenery on this night was very strange.

Since the morning, their family has gathered together to chat, basically Zhao Ling'er and Li Shu are a couple, Qin Yan and Mrs. Zhao are a couple, Zhao Sheng, Zhao Lai, Zhao Shoucheng are another couple, Zhao Xuangan stared.

Fortunately, he had long since gotten used to this feeling. It's like a hermit, watching the warmth and coldness of the world with a cold eye, and never getting involved in it lightly.

In the evening, as soon as the sky was dark, the unique scene of August 15 in this world began to slowly unfold.

First, there was a large and bright full moon, like a huge white jade disk, hanging obliquely in the sky. As the moon rose higher and higher, the sky became darker and darker, until the entire sky was covered in darkness, and with the moon as the center, thousands of brilliant bands of light began to spread. Red, blue, green, purple, colorful, different shapes, incomparably beautiful.

It's like the auroras at the north and south poles of the Earth. Countless rays of brilliance, some like a ribbon, some like a flame, some like a huge screen of various colors, and some of them are colorful. Some are only silvery-white, like cotton wool and white clouds, solidified and unchanged, some have a single structure, like a curved arc light, showing pale green and reddish hues, and some are like colored silk or ribbons thrown into the sky. Flying up and down, flipping, some are as soft as a gauze scarf, fluttering with the wind, showing purple and crimson light, some are like camellia spit out, a fiery red, some are densely gathered, like a curtain slow tent, and some shoot out many beams of light, like a peacock opening a screen, butterfly wings flying.

Until the whole canopy of heaven is rendered dreamlike by colorful light, the light of the moon is even brighter, like a touch of snow white in a thousand purples and thousands of reds, a touch of holiness in a colorful color, and a touch of purity in a strange light, which makes the literati and artists of this world throughout the ages fascinated.

Zhao Xuan also likes this kind of night sky. Although he didn't know how this weather came to be. Watching the family sitting in the courtyard, raising a glass to invite the moon and singing to the wine, my heart became more and more peaceful.

Zhao Lai is a literati, as are Zhao Linger and Li Shu. Several people wrote poems and lyrics, talked about the past and the present, which made Li Shu's face change all day long.

However, Zhao Xuan found that in the eyes of his cheap second brother Zhao Lai, when he looked at the distant sky, a trace of longing occasionally flashed.

Why?

He didn't think much of it.

The reason why he noticed this change was because of the habit of observing people that he had cultivated for a long time.

And now he wants to change that habit.

Look up at the sky and gaze at the unpredictable aurora. The hustle and bustle in the ears seems to be far away, as if traveling outside the world, and the soul becomes more and more pure and clear.

I don't know how long it took, but he was suddenly woken up. Zhao Ling'er's crisp voice came from his ears: "Third brother, it's time to go back to the room." ”

Zhao Xuan opened his eyes and saw that Zhao Shoucheng and Mrs. Zhao had left at some point. Sister-in-law Qin Yan stood beside her eldest brother Zhao Sheng, her face was tired, and Zhao Ziqing, who was originally in her arms, was carried back to the room by the maid at some point. On the other side, Zhao Lai was holding a wine glass, his cheeks flushed. is still drinking wine one by one, obviously a little drunk. Zhao Ling'er was standing in front of her, with Li Shu and Ping'er beside her, and it seemed that it was time to leave.

He was about to get up, when Zhao Lai, who was holding the wine and drinking, suddenly spoke: "Ling'er, let your third brother stay with me for a while, and you can send the princess back to rest first." ”

"Oh!" Zhao Ling'er didn't ask why, yawned, pulled Li Shu and walked back.

Li Shu glanced at Zhao Xuan, and didn't say anything, but said goodbye to Zhao Sheng, Zhao Lai, and Qin Yan very politely, and then took Ping'er and left with Zhao Ling'er.

After the three of them left, Zhao Sheng glanced at his wife and said to Zhao Lai: "Second brother, why don't I accompany you here, third brother he ......"

"No, I don't. Zhao Lai waved his hand and interrupted: "You and your sister-in-law should go back first, seeing that your sister-in-law is also tired." Don't worry, I have a good amount of alcohol, I don't drink much, and I'll send the third brother back in a while. ”

"It's better to let the husband accompany the second uncle and the third uncle, and the concubine can go back by herself. Qin Yan was a gentle woman from the inside out, and before Zhao Sheng could speak, she said very considerately.

Zhao Lai still shook his head.

Zhao Sheng said: "Forget it, let them play by themselves, the left and right are in the mansion, and there will be no danger!" and instructed Zhao Lai to be careful, don't let Zhao Xuan catch a cold, and pull Qin Yan away.

The backs of the two gradually drifted apart, and after a while, they disappeared into the colorful night.

Zhao Xuan stared ahead with blank eyes, and in his heart he thought about what Zhao Lai meant by leaving him.

Zhao Lai was still drinking the wine one by one, and he didn't seem to feel like he wanted to speak.

Zhao Xuan continued to look up at the sky.

At this time, the time had passed, and the colorful aurora began to retract, as if this qiē brilliance was emitted by the white moon.

The autumn breeze is blowing, the leaves are rattling, and the autumn nights give people a chill that refreshes their hearts.

Suddenly, Zhao Lai spoke: "Three...... Third brother, you ...... You understand me, don't you?"

Zhao Xuan was slightly suspicious, and did not turn his head rashly, but opened the perspective of the Yuan Shen.

I saw Zhao Lai on the side with drunken eyes, drunk and bowing, as if he was talking drunk.

Are you really drunk, or are you pretending to be drunk?

He didn't think about it and continued to look up at the night sky.

Zhao Lai was still drinking the wine one by one, as if it was not him who had just spoken.

After a long time, he finally said again: "Third brother...... You said...... What is love?"

Love?

These two words turned a corner in Zhao Xuan's mind, and he said in his heart that it was no wonder, it seemed that his cheap second brother was trapped by love.

Zhao Lai didn't pay attention to him, he ignored himself, and still muttered: "You say...... If the identities of two people are too different...... This love ...... Will there be any results?"

Too different in status?

Could it be that this cheap second brother likes a civilian woman?

But it shouldn't be, even if it's a civilian woman, it's not like this.

Looking at Zhao Shoucheng and his wife, they are also very open-minded......

Zhao Xuan thought casually here, and Zhao Lai still asked without a word. It doesn't matter whether Zhao Xuan listens to it or not, whether he understands it or not, he just asks some things about love intermittently and intermittently. But the tone is not revealed, so people can't guess the actual situation. It seems that he didn't expect Zhao Xuan to answer, he just wanted to find someone to talk to.

Zhao Xuan listened silently, if he had to be asked, he could only say that it would be better to look away. Life is short for decades, and how to live it depends on your own choice. But this kind of talk is no different from nonsense, and the person who spies on him is still in the distance at this time, and he will not say it anyway.

Time passed in Zhao Lai's chatter, I don't know when, Zhao Lai seemed to be really drunk. He fell to the ground with a thud, and let out a soft snoring sound came out of his mouth.

Zhao Xuan shook his head helplessly, and said that he must send himself back, it seems that he can't count on it. But there were still people watching him in the dark, and he didn't bother to move, so he lay on the ground, intending to spend the night here.

Just then, footsteps could be heard in the distance.

The footsteps gradually approached, and when they were still a few feet away from the two, Zhao Lai suddenly opened his eyes and shouted, "Who is it!"

"Ah!" a soft cry came from the mouth of the comer. Ping'er's voice sounded and said, "Second son, the princess asked me to come and see when the master will go back." ”

"Oh......" Zhao Lai's eyelids drooped, and he once again showed a dazed drunkenness, waved his hand and said, "Forget it, take the third brother back, I almost forgot." He rolled over and went back to sleep.

It's really not drunk, everyone is drunk...... Zhao Xuan pretended to have just been woken up by Ping'er, glanced at Zhao Lai with sleepy eyes, didn't say a word, and followed Ping'er back to his room.

Li Shu hadn't slept at this time, because now they are sleeping in separate rooms. Zhao Xuan slept alone in the inner room, while Li Shu and Ping'er slept on the outside maid's bed. I thought I was afraid that Zhao Lai would bump into him, so I asked Ping'er to pick up Zhao Xuan.

After Zhao Xuan came back, Li Shu didn't speak, and directly asked Ping'er to serve Zhao Xuan to change clothes and sleep, and she got into the bed.

A qiē looks calm and hasn't changed much.

However, the peaceful times always pass too quickly, and after the Mid-Autumn Festival, it is the Double Ninth Festival in September in a blink of an eye. After a large family was taken by Zhao Shoucheng to worship their ancestors, Zhao Xuan and Li Shu's itinerary to leave Beijing was also put on the agenda.

This is to go to Qingzhou, which is not less than 10,000 miles away from the capital. Along the way, the road is difficult to walk. Because I had to take the maids, subordinates, and guards, and I couldn't ride a heavenly horse all the way, I really prepared a lot of luggage.

It lasted for half a month, and everything was ready. Seeing it, he was about to say goodbye to everyone and leave, but the night before leaving, the time of passage came again. Zhao Xuan took advantage of the fact that Li Shu and Ping'er were asleep, and the Yuan Shen took a look inside, entered Xuanzhu, and opened the star tunnel leading to the Eight Divisions of the Heavenly Dragon.

He only went here for two purposes, one was to strive to enter the innate and prepare for the fake death after leaving Beijing, and the other was to save Xiao Feng's life as much as possible.

Xiao Feng was the person he admired in his previous life, and with the cultivation of the Tao for a long time in this life, he was able to see some things. But since he can make up for the regrets of his "childhood", he will still do it if possible.

Think of it as a memory......

Or say goodbye to the past!

The white light flashed, and the outside turned from dark to bright, and Zhao Xuan had come from the main world to the Heavenly Dragon World. (To be continued.) )