Shi Xian 1

When Ning Chuchu came to Yunji Bieye again, Zhongli Ruoshui had already woken up.

She didn't go out again, but sat by the coffee table in front of the window, staring at the dark night outside the window in a daze.

The night wind entered the window, blowing her long hair.

The night rain entered the window and wet her face.

There was a deep sadness on her face, for herself, for the grandma she had always trusted, and of course, more for Li Chen'an.

He is the real innocent.

But because of himself, he fell into such a catastrophe!

Ning Chuchu sat opposite Zhongli Ruoshui, but Zhongli Ruoshui didn't seem to know her coming.

She looked at Zhongli Ruoshui's sad face, and suddenly closed her mouth, because on Zhongli Ruoshui's face, she didn't know whether it was rain or tears.

At this moment, Zhongli Ruoshui suddenly smiled.

Of course, this smile is not as charming as before, but more heartbreaking than this autumn rain.

"It would be great if he didn't come to Kyoto!"

"If he hadn't made that couplet and written that poem on March 3rd...how wonderful it would be!"

"I know there are no ifs in the world... I just hope there are ifs, then everything will not be like it is now."

Ning Chuchu was startled, and said hastily, "I have arranged for someone to go to the literary world, and I will tell him about it... He will change his mind in the future, and there will be no danger."

Zhongli Ruoshui took a handkerchief from his sleeve pocket, and wiped the rainwater and tears from his face.

She looked at Ning Chuchu with an extremely serious expression.

"I have to trouble you."

"What are you talking about, we are sisters!"

"Originally, the Marquis of Dingguo's Mansion would send people to the headquarters of the Fish and Dragon Society, but now..."

Ning Chuchu's heart skipped a beat, and Zhongli Ruoshui said again, "But now I know they won't go!"

"But Li Chen'an knows that the Imperial City Secretary has changed his plan, so he might not go either."

"You can't bet on this possibility!"

Ning Chuchu was startled, "...Who wants him to die?"

"Maybe, everyone wants him to die."

"...why?"

"Because they all regard him as a chess piece, and now it's time for him to be out of the game. These are not important anymore, the important thing is that you have to tell him quickly, no matter what, you must not go to the headquarters of the Fish and Dragon Society!"

"Also...don't let him come to Yunjibieye, let him go...to the old rain building!"

"Okay, I'll go now!"

Ning Chuchu didn't know the reason, but she knew that Zhongli Ruoshui would never lie to her, and if she went late, something might happen to Li Chen'an.

She got up, turned around, but didn't take a step.

Because there was an old man standing at the door.

He is Sikong Leopard!

He was looking at Ning Chuchu and smiling slightly.

"Your Highness, I'm sorry."

"I want to go back to the palace!"

"Your Highness, why are you lying... Besides, even if Li Chen'an really went to the headquarters of the Fish and Dragon Society, he would not die."

"Why do you?"

"Based on my understanding of Changsun Jinghong's old fox, and of course, my trust in Xiao Wu's skills and medical skills! What's more, Wang Zhenghaoxuan, the talented young man of Mushan Dao, has also arrived at the Fish and Dragon Society."

"What if I have to leave?"

"The old man has no choice but to feel sorry for His Highness. When His Highness wakes up, it will be dawn, and Li Chen'an probably has already returned to Yunji Bieye."

Zhongli Ruoshui stood up at this moment, she looked at Sikong Bao, and suddenly asked

"Yinyue Tower, where exactly is it?"

"Naturally in this Shuiyun Mountain."

"Where did grandma go?"

Sikong Bao stroked his long beard, "The old lady said, go to Wenchang Temple to offer a stick of incense to Emperor Wenchang, and pay respects to Li Chen'an."

Zhongli Ruoshui tugged at Ning Chuchu and went back to the window.

Sikong Bao also turned and walked out of the room, and sat at the door.

He was about to take a sip of wine, but suddenly there was a sound of exclamation in the room——

"Come on, come on!"

"Ruoshui's old illness has flared up, come quickly!"

The wine jar in Sikong Bao's hand fell to the ground with a bang, and he rushed into the room, only to see Zhongli Ruoshui curled up in a ball and trembling.

Her face was as white as paper.

Sikong Bao reached out and landed on Zhongli Ruoshui's forehead, the touch was as cold as ice.

"Save...save me...go...to find Grandpa Sun...!"

Sikong Bao didn't dare to bet.

He ordered the servants who rushed over to report to Dingguohou's mansion quickly, then reached out and touched Ning Chuchu's acupuncture points, picked up Zhongli Ruoshui, and did not take the carriage because it was too late.

He disappeared into the rainy night and headed for Sun Tuozi's small courtyard in Yujing City.

...

Fan Taohua really went to Wenchang Temple.

But she didn't offer a stick of incense to Emperor Wenchang, and she didn't even step into the temple gate at all.

She also went to the small hut next to her. She didn't know that Chang Sun Jinghong had come, so she was a few steps behind Chang Sun Jinghong.

Naturally, she also saw Wei San's body hanging on the sweet-scented osmanthus tree.

She frowned, and circled around the corpse twice, "It's okay to die, it's all clear."

"Ningguo can't stand the toss, let those past, let you go."

She turned to leave, just in time to hear the roar of mountains and tsunami coming from the literary world next door.

She stood outside Wenchang Temple for a while, thought for a while, and then went to the literary world.

...

There was thunderous applause outside Zaidao Building.

It is obvious that Li Chenan's second poem is extremely exciting.

It's just that in Zaidao Building at this moment, the sad meaning of the poem recited by Ning Huang himself just now has not dissipated, and everyone is still in the desolate artistic conception of that poem, or they are still in their own thoughts, Therefore, the sudden voice of the little eunuch seemed a bit abrupt.

It's like just taking a sip of Huapingchun, but the aftertaste is not finished, but you are poured a sip of sour plum soup.

Although sour plum soup is good, it doesn't go well with Huapingchun.

Because each has its own taste.

On the contrary, Ning Huang listened to this sentence and heard the voice from outside. He restrained his emotions and did not blame the little eunuch.

He gestured to the old eunuch Chang, and Eunuch Chang quickly delivered Li Chenan's second poem to him.

His eyes fell on the paper.

Everyone calmed down at this moment, and looked at Emperor Ning again.

At this moment, Emperor Ning looked excited again.

There was a sense of desolation between his brows again, and his eyes seemed to become blurred.

It's not as frosty as the late autumn in Kyoto, but more like the thick fog in late autumn——

The frost will bite the bone.

Dense fog will not.

The thick fog is melancholy.

Especially the dense fog that just rises at night is misty, making all the lights dim, and also making the people on the opposite side vague, which is the meaning of sadness in the eyes of literati.

The previous song "Jiangchengzi" expressed mourning, so Li Chenan's second song, could it be that it expresses sadness?

What about his poem?

Everyone is looking forward to it.

Even Ji Tai seemed to have forgotten that Li Chen'an deserved to die.

Of course, maybe he thinks that Li Chenan will die after becoming famous all over the world tonight... I'm afraid that would be more interesting.