The great departure from the dynasty and the capital.
The bright moon hangs high, and the moonlight is like water, covering Lidu with a layer of bright silver, adding beauty and tranquility.
The endless palaces, pavilions and flowing water, the eldest grandson Wugao standing quietly in the pavilions, bathing in the moonlight, looking up at the bright moon, but my thoughts are flying...
"Empress! It's time to rest! My emperor will definitely come back, but it's obviously not peaceful outside the territory, so we can't get away for the time being..."
A palace maid in Qingshang held a teapot and served her eldest grandson Wugou again, reminding her with some resentment.
"Yes!" Changsun Wugou responded lightly, but still looked up at the bright moon, speechless for a long time.
Three years, and three more years...
Three years ago, the fortunes of the Lidu Dynasty changed dramatically and surged several times. This meant that Lihuang Wuxin was doing well outside the territory and had at least established a firm foothold. Moreover, he had conquered and established several times the territory of the Lidu Dynasty's homeland.
Li Chongchen was quite happy and had been looking forward to Emperor Li's return.
It is worth mentioning that in the past few years, the Dali Dynasty has been living and working in peace and contentment without any chaos or war. This has a lot to do with the changes in the country. There is no accident in the Li Dynasty, and he may return at any time. No one dares to rebel.
chaos.
But... it's been three years.
There has been no change in the fate of the country, but there is no news about Li Huang either!
Learning to wait is a sign of maturity and stability. However, waiting is even more torture, the bitter water of a gurgling stream...
Staying in the Dali Dynasty was the initiative and responsibility of Sun Wugou, the eldest son of the Li Dynasty. He had no complaints or regrets, but...
Miss! Miss! Worry!
It was an invisible suffering and torture, a pain more unbearable than a knife cut!
Changsun Wugu looked at the bright moon like he was looking at Wu Xin. He was silent for a long time, reluctant to look away...
"Ouch..."
At this moment, the dragon roared in the sky, echoed across the heaven and earth, and faintly reached the palace.
A giant dragon hundreds of meters long soared for nine days, cutting through the sky until it reached the Li Palace, circled several times above the Li Palace, and landed...
Transformed into a young man with purple shirt and tied hair!
Li Huang!
Wu Xin!
"Hey... I'm hallucinating again, go back and rest!"
Changsun Wugou's eyes lit up like bright moons, then dimmed, he shook his head with resentment and bitterness, stood up and sighed.
Countless nights, countless times looking up, countless times seeing...
Changsun Wugou looked up at the bright moon countless times, looking at it, and finally the figure of Lihuang Wuxin emerged.
But……
Every time we meet, it’s a fantasy!
"Empress..."
The palace maid in blue shirt holding the pot trembled slightly and shouted excitedly, but she looked straight at the figure falling in the garden with a look of disbelief on her face.
"Go back..." Changsun Wugou said quietly.
"Guanyin Maid..."
A cry filled with guilt arose, which deeply stirred Changsun Wugou's heart, making it turbulent and rippling like a lake.
Changsun Wugou stood up and froze. He couldn't bear it and didn't dare to look back. He murmured bitterly:
"Hey... I really need to go into seclusion for meditation. Xin is also waiting for me, and Da Li..."
"Empress..."
Not only the Qingshan palace maid, but also the other palace maids were also inexplicably excited, and their bodies were obviously trembling slightly as they shouted.
Only they know more clearly how fragile, how missed, and how bitter the noble and dignified, majestic and steady Li Empress is in front of the Dali Dynasty...
"Guanyin Maid..."
There was another familiar shout, and a strong wind suddenly came. He paused and stopped Changsun Wugou from behind...
The familiar taste, the long-lost warmth...
Changsun Wugou's body stiffened, and then he started to tremble. He wanted to turn around, but he resisted. He didn't want to, couldn't bear it, didn't dare...
I'm very scared, this is another hallucination!
"Sorry! I came back late..."
The arms surrounding Changsun Wugou were so tight that Changsun Wugou felt like he was suffocating, and there was a heavy and trembling feeling in his heart.
"No... Ga, Ga..."
Changsun Wugou's head moved, but he did not dare to turn around after all. He groaned softly, but there was a sob in his throat. He had thousands of words to say, but nothing came out. There was only a slight noise in his throat.
I'm very scared, this is another hallucination!
Close your eyes, and the hot tears, like broken pearls, roll down along the crystal warm face, drawing two crystal clear rays of light...
Landing...
The teardrops shattered and turned into colorful dazzling rainbows! Water mist!
"Who is it? How dare you leave the palace at night?!"
Countless breaths flew in all directions, familiar angry shouts came, as well as the familiar breath, familiar figure...
Countless Xinwu guards appeared densely all around, forming a vague formation to seal off the garden.
Countless breaths pierced the sky and went straight to the Li Palace, alarming most of the Li capital.
A stream of words flowed at the fastest speed, and fell on Wu Xin's shoulder in a blink of an eye. He looked at Wu Xin rather cutely, and then at Changsun Wugou. He stretched out his small forelimbs quite spiritually, patted Changsun Wugou's shoulder, and said,
No squeaking sound was made...
It is the golden unicorn!
A few days ago, Wu Xin unexpectedly successfully surrendered the golden unicorn, so he rushed to the teleportation hall, renovated the hall, teleportation array, and set up several protective formations, and then rushed back to the palace without stopping, leaving the others behind and going at full speed alone.
Come.
I missed him so much, but Wu Xin, who had strong spiritual consciousness, knew all about Changsun Wugou's previous actions, and I felt extremely guilty in my heart!
Changsun Wugou was not an ambitious woman, she was even a housewife with a stable temperament. She just endured staying and guarding the emperor and living the life of a queen just to leave Emperor Wuxin!
That kind of torture, suffering and endurance is difficult for anyone who has not experienced it personally!
"Whoosh..."
The strong wind roared, and a figure rushed out of the palace and landed in the garden. He looked at the familiar and unfamiliar people on the garden wall, looked at Tingxie and Tingxie, and knelt down on one knee in excitement.
The Duke of Ya, Feng Ya, was the first to follow Lihuang Wuxin, and finally decided to stay in the Dali Dynasty, so that Lihuang Wuxin could conquer the important ministers of Dali outside the territory with peace of mind!
"Lord..."
Looking at that familiar figure, Feng Ya was so excited that he shouted in a trembling voice, paused, and shouted again:
"Long live my emperor! Long live!"
This is giving a gift, and it is also a kind of excitement, a kind of excitement, a kind of roar...
Three years and three years...
Not only the eldest grandson Wugou, countless people of the Great Ion have been waiting eagerly for it, but now they finally see it...
Finally back!
"Thank you for your hard work these past few years..."
Wu Xin was not an eloquent person. He tilted his head to look at Feng Ya and responded. He was a close vassal, not a master or subordinate. Wu Xin was reluctant to let go of the trembling body in his arms, as if he was afraid that if he let go, he would be killed.
It feels like I will lose it, but I still hold it very tightly, very tightly...
The moonlight is like water, and the night breeze caresses it gently.
The garden, densely packed with figures, was completely silent, with only the night cicadas chirping softly, and only the night wind slowly stirring...
Xu Chu, Cheng Yaojin, Xinwu Guards, Xinwu Guards, palace maids and eunuchs who were surrounded by dense walls all consciously remained silent, even their breathing seemed to have stopped, quietly waiting for the people hugging each other closely in the pavilions.
men and women!
The night wind blew slowly, blowing up bursts of dust and broken leaves...
Twisting a flower leaf, who sighs in melancholy...
