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

She did not go out again, but sat at the coffee table in front of the window, staring out the window at the dark night in a daze.

The night wind entered the window and blew her long hair.

The night rain entered the window and moistened her face.

There was deep sadness on her face, sad for herself, sad for the grandma she had always trusted, and of course, even more sad for Li Chenan.

He is the real innocent person.

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

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

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

At this moment, Zhongli Ruoshui suddenly smiled.

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

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

"How wonderful it would have been if he hadn't made that couplet or written that poem on March 3rd!"

"I know there are no what-ifs in the world... I just hope there are what-ifs, then everything will not be like this."

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

Zhongli Ruoshui took a handkerchief from his sleeve pocket and wiped the rain on his face, which was also tears.

She looked at Ning Chuchu with an extremely serious expression.

"I still have to trouble you."

"What do you mean, we are sisters!"

"Originally, Dingguo Houfu would send people to the headquarters of the Fish and Dragon Society, but now..."

Ning Chuchu's heart skipped a beat when she heard Zhongli Ruoshui say again: "But now I know they won't go!"

"But Li Chenan knows that the Imperial City Division has changed his plan, so he may not go."

"Can't bet on this maybe!"

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

"Perhaps, everyone wants him to die."

"...Why?"

"Because they all regard him as a chess piece, and now it's time for him to be eliminated. These are no longer important. The important thing is that you have to tell him quickly and not to go to the headquarters of the Fish and Dragon Society under any circumstances!"

"Besides...don't let him come to Yunju Bieye, let him go to...Jiu Yulou!"

"Okay, I'll go right away!"

Ning Chuchu didn't know the reason, but she knew that Zhongli Ruoshui would never lie to her. If she left late, she was afraid something would happen to Li Chenan.

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

Because there was an old man standing at the door.

He is Sikong Bao!

He was looking at Ning Chuchu and smiled slightly.

"Your Highness, I'm sorry."

"I want to return to the palace!"

"Your Highness, why do you have to lie... Besides, even if Li Chenan does go to the headquarters of the Fish and Dragon Society, he will not die."

"Why do you?"

"Based on my knowledge of Changsun Jinghong's old fox, and of course my trust in Xiao Wu's skill and medical skills! What's more, Wang Zhenghaoxuan, the talented young man of Mu Shan Dao, has also arrived at the Yulong Club."

"What if I have to leave?"

"Then I have no choice but to feel sorry for His Highness. It will already be dawn when Your Highness wakes up, and Li Chenan has probably returned to Yunji Bieye."

Zhongli Ruoshui stood up at this time. She looked at Sikong Bao and suddenly asked:

"Where is the Hidden Moon Tower?"

"Nature is in this Shuiyun Mountain."

"Where did grandma go?"

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

Zhongli Ruoshui pulled Ning Chuchu and returned to the window.

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

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

"Someone come quickly!"

"If Shui's old illness relapses, please come quickly!"

The wine jar in Sikong Bao's hand fell to the ground with a clang. He rushed into the room and saw Zhongli Ruoshui curled up into a ball and shivering.

Her face was as white as paper.

Sikong Bao put his hand on Zhong Li Ruoshui's forehead, feeling as cold as ice when he touched it.

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

Sikong Bao didn't dare to gamble.

He ordered the servants who came to rush to Dingguo Hou's Mansion to report the news, then reached out and tapped 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 towards Sun Tuozi's small courtyard in Yujing City.

…

Fan Taohua really went to Wenchang Temple.

However, she did not offer a stick of incense to Emperor Wenchang, and did not even step into the temple gate at all.

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

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

She frowned tightly and circled the body twice, "It's okay to die, it'll be clear once it's over."

"Ning Guo can't bear the trouble, so let the past go as you wish."

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

She stood outside Wenchang Temple for a moment, thought about it, and went to the literary world.

…

The applause and shouts outside Zaidao Tower were like thunder.

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

It's just that in the Zaidao Tower at this moment, the desolate meaning of the poem that Emperor Ning just recited by himself has not yet dissipated. Everyone is still in the desolate artistic conception of that poem, or is still in their own minds.

Therefore, the sudden voice of the little eunuch seemed a bit abrupt.

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

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

Because everyone has their own taste.

On the contrary, Emperor Ning heard these words and heard the voices coming from outside. He calmed down his emotions and did not blame the little eunuch.

He signaled to Eunuch Chang, who quickly handed Li Chenan's second poem to him.

His eyes fell on this piece of paper.

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

At this moment, Emperor Ning's expression became excited again.

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

It’s not like the frost in late autumn in Kyoto, but more like the thick fog in late autumn——

The frost will be biting.

Dense fog won't.

The thick fog is depressing.

Especially the thick fog that has just risen at night is so misty that it makes all the lights dim and dim, and also makes the people on the opposite side dim. This is the pathos in the eyes of the literati.

The previous song "Jiang Chengzi" expresses grief, so does Li Chenan's second poem express pathos?

What is his poem like?

Everyone is looking forward to it.

Even Ji Tai seemed to have forgotten that Li Chenan should die at this moment.
Chapter completed!