The border town was filled with yellow sand, and the carriage had just driven out of the city gate.

The maid in the carriage was sorting out the slightly messy luggage on the carriage, leaning against the frame of the carriage, closing her eyes and taking a nap.

The clatter of horse hooves was approaching, and it sounded very familiar.

Linglong heard the familiar sound of the horse's hoofbeats, and opened her eyes in a daze, wanting to lift the curtains to see.

But as soon as her hand touched the car curtain, she suddenly paused as if she thought of something.

How could it be him? Even if the clatter of horse hooves is familiar, it shouldn't be Qi Zhen's.

The sound of horse hooves outside stopped near the carriage, but Linglong thought it couldn't be Qi Zhen.

Silly Linglong, at a time like this, if it’s not Qi Zhen, who could it be?

Linglong thought, Qi Zhen should always be the one who keeps his promises. Since he had promised to send her away, he would never break his promise at this time.

What's more, now that the situation is getting tighter, he has things he must bear, and he can't waste time chasing her at this time.

Linglong thought so, shook her head and sighed, thinking that it was just a horse's hoof, no matter how familiar it was, it would not be his. She paused her fingers slightly, and then she wanted to take her hand back.

But before the fingertips could be retracted, the car curtain was opened by someone from outside.

The car curtain was raised, and Linglong looked up in confusion.

Qi Zhen's face just hit Linglong's eyes. Linglong's fingertips trembled slightly and she clenched her palms. She didn't understand how he could come here at this time.

The servant driving the carriage stopped long ago with a look.

Linglong stared blankly at the person in front of her, her eyes full of confusion.

She thought he had lied to her again.

Qi Zhen saw the emotion in her eyes and smiled bitterly in his heart. There was a hint of bitterness in his eyes. He held Hu Qiu's hand tightly and said, "You forgot to bring clothes, I will bring them to you."

After saying that, he sent the fox fur he brought with him to Linglong.

Linglong lowered her eyes and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the fox fur.

Unexpectedly, he actually came to deliver clothes.

The alarm in Linglong's heart was gone, and she raised her hand to pick up Hu Qiu.

But when she held the fox fur in her hand and was about to take it, Qi Zhen didn't let go.

Linglong's heart tightened, she pursed her lips and raised her eyes to look at him.

The alertness in his eyes grew again.

Qi Zhen looked at her eyes full of wariness, and felt an unbearable pain in his heart, but he pretended to have a normal look on his face.

His throat moved slightly, and he seemed to say casually: "Linglong, I heard that the bright moon on the sea is very magnificent. You went to the South China Sea. If you see such moonlight, can you write to me and tell me about it?"

Linglong was stunned for a moment, as if she didn't expect Qi Zhen to speak but only said this.

It's just a letter, it's not that difficult.

Linglong nodded and said, "Okay."

Qi Zhen smiled and let go of Hu Qiu's hand.

Linglong took the fox fur and sat down smoothly in the carriage again.

Qi Zhen watched her sit down smoothly, and looked at the red fox fur collar dazzling her hand, his eyes slightly astringent.

After being silent for a while, he said: "Have a safe journey."

Finally he let go of his hand holding the car curtain.

The car curtain fell with a sound, separating Qi Zhen and Linglong's sight from each other.

"Let's go." A delicate voice sounded from inside the carriage.

The servant driving the horse glanced at Qi Zhen, who nodded slightly.

The next moment, the carriage creaked again and drove into the distance.

Qi Zhen stood next to the war horse, watching the shadow of the carriage getting further and further away, until the dark shadow of the carriage completely disappeared from his eyes, then he turned back to beat the horse, left the city gate, and headed for the military camp.

As soon as Qi Zhen arrived at the military camp, he heard a report from his confidant that Li Mu wanted to see him.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, rubbed the hand holding the reins several times, and said, "I know, let him wait outside the tent for a while, I will be there later."

Then Qi Zhen first went to see Cheng Du, explained some things, and then went to the Chinese army's tent.

When others arrived at the Zhongjun tent, Li Mu was waiting at the tent door.

Qi Zhen stepped into the tent first, and Li Mu followed closely behind him.

There was a tea table placed in the tent. Qi Zhen sat on one side and raised his hand to signal Li Mu to sit on the opposite side.

During the movements, it was as if they were just meeting old friends, with no hostility at all.

As for whether there is really no hostility, only Qi Zhen himself knows.

Seeing his polite and gentle look, Li Mu could not put him in the same place as the ruthless person in Luoyang City who interrupted his life.

But it was unimaginable that the Qi Zhen in front of him was actually that person.

Li Mu sat down on the other side of Qizhen, and the waiter on the side brought tea and brought it to them.

Qi Zhen picked up the tea cup and waved his hand to signal the waiter to leave.

There was no one else in the military tent except Qi Zhen and Li Mu.

Qi Zhen took a sip of tea, looked down at the tea leaves floating in the tea cup, and said first: "Why did you come here suddenly? Is it the case of the Li family or your grandfather's life?"

When he asked this question, Shen Linglong was not mentioned at all.

It wasn't that Qi Zhen hadn't thought about the possibility that Li Mu was here for Shen Linglong, but he really didn't want Linglong's name to be called out from Li Mu's mouth in front of him.

The gentleness and calmness on the surface suppresses the turbulent jealousy and unwillingness in the heart.

Qi Zhen didn't want to think that the person Linglong really loved in this life was Li Mu in front of him, not even a little bit.

Because I don't want to think about it, even the pain is vague.

Qi Zhen finished his question, and Li Mu lowered his eyes, thinking about the purpose of his trip, and sighed in his heart.

What Qi Zhen never mentioned was precisely the purpose of his trip.

After we said goodbye at the city gate that day, Li Mu had already thought clearly.

Although he likes Linglong, this love is all about his love, but love is not all about Li Mu.

Li Mu is not a reckless young man who can only focus on love, not even when he was a teenager, let alone now.

That day, my grandfather's old illness relapsed. After he coughed up blood, he held his hand tightly on the hospital bed and asked him over and over again if he had really forgotten the bloody injustice that filled his family.

Li Mu has lived his whole life for the bloody injustice of his family, how dare he forget it? How could he forget it?

So at that time, he looked at his grandfather's haggard old face and his hands that were as dry as branches. He could only swallow those unspeakable longings and tell him that he had never forgotten.

Because he couldn't forget, because he was burdened with too much, he couldn't really just walk away like this just for himself.

The memory of meeting Linglong again was so wonderful, so beautiful, like a dream, it reminded him of all the old memories, the only beauty in Yunzhou was so short-lived that he forgot what he had to bear.

But suddenly, the bloody reality appeared before his eyes, forcing Li Mu to wake up again.

After waking up from the dream, he could only truly understand that he could not let go of his grandfather, the bloody injustice that filled his family, and his long-cherished wish to regain the family lintel.

Many years ago in Yunzhou, he left Linglong, who was twelve years old. This was the case.

Today, many years later, he had to choose to let go, and it was still the same.

Li Mu cannot be just your own Li Mu.

There's nothing he can do.

He can't do what he really wants to do, he can only do what he must do.

But even if he had to choose to let go, he still wanted to find an explanation for the girl under the pear tree many years ago.

He wanted to ask her husband why he had not been kind to her.

Li Mu thought of Linglong who was crying over the nightmare and the medicine that the doctor had mentioned for years to avoid children. He clenched his fists and raised his eyes to look directly at Qi Zhen.

"Your Majesty, who does Linglong belong to His Majesty?"

Li Mu has always been respectful and observant of etiquette. He learned the etiquette of aristocratic families, read the classics of sages, practiced the rules of saints, and always abided by the courtesy of ministers when treating the king.

Today, I actually raised my eyes and looked directly at Qi Zhen.

When Qi Zhen heard Li Mu's words, his hand holding the tea cup tightened suddenly, and his eyes when he looked at Li Mu were cold and piercing.

There was extreme silence in the tent. Qi Zhen's fingers holding the tea cup turned white from exerting force, and he replied: "Shen's Linglong, she is my wife."

"Wife? Don't you think your Majesty's words are ironic? Which man in the world would give his wife medication to avoid childbirth?" Li Mu's voice was questioning, and his face was red with anger.

Because of Li Mu's words, Qi Zhen recalled the blood jade bracelet that smashed the bronze mirror.

At that time, in the snow courtyard of the East Palace, the jade and the mirror were broken, and Shen Linglong hated him and blamed him.

Today, Linglong is pregnant.
To be continued...