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

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

The night wind blew her long hair into the window.

The night rain entered the window, moistening her face.

Her face was filled with sadness, sadness for herself, sadness for her grandmother she had always trusted, and of course, more sadness for Li Chen'an.

He is the real innocent.

But because of myself, I was in such a disaster!

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

She took Zhongli Ruoshui's sad face and suddenly closed her mouth, because it was rain or tears on Zhongli Ruoshui's face.

At this moment, Zhongli Ruoshui suddenly smiled.

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

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

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

"I know there is no if in the world... I just hope there will be an if, and then everything will not be like this now."

Ning Chuchu was shocked and said quickly: "I have arranged someone to go to the literary world and will tell him about that... He wants to change his mind and there will be no danger."

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

She looked at Ning Chuchu with a very serious expression.

"I have to ask you one more trip."

"What do you think, we are sisters!"

"Originally, the Dingguo Hou Mansion sent someone to the headquarters of the Yulong Association, but now..."

Ning Chuchu's heart skipped a beat, and then he heard Zhongli Ruoshui say again: "But now I know that they won't go!"

"But Li Chenan knew that the Imperial City Department had changed its plan, so he might not go."

"You can't bet on this maybe!"

Ning Chuchu was shocked, "...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 get out. These are no longer important. What's important is that you have to tell him quickly, no matter what, you can't go to the headquarters of the Yulong Club!"

"Also... don't let him come to the world, 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. If she went too late, she was afraid that Li Chenan would really suffer an accident.

She got up, turned around, but did not take a step.

Because there was an old man standing at the door.

He is Sikong Bao!

He was smiling slightly at Ning Chuchu.

"Your Highness, you're rude."

"I want to go back to the palace!"

"Your Highness, why do you have to lie... Besides, even if Li Chenan really goes to the headquarters of the Yulong Society, he will not be able to die."

"Why are you?"

"Based on my understanding of Changsun Jinghong's old fox, of course, I also trust Xiao Wu's skills and medical skills! Moreover, Wang Zhenghaoxuan, the genius young man from Mushandao, has also arrived at the Yulong Club."

"What if I have to leave?"

"Then I have to let you down. When your Highness wakes up, it will be dawn, and Li Chenan probably has returned to Yunjibian."

Zhongli Ruoshui stood up at this time, and she asked Sikong Bao suddenly:

"Where is the Yinyue Tower?"

"Nature is in this water and clouds."

"Where did grandma go?"

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

Zhongli Ruoshui pulled Ning Chuchu back to the window.

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

He was about to take a sip of wine, but unexpectedly, a burst of exclamations suddenly came from the room-

"Come here!"

"Ruoshui's old disease attacks, come quickly!"

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

Her face was as white as paper.

Sikong Bao reached out and landed on Zhongli Ruoshui's forehead, touching the coldness as ice as it touched.

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

Sikong Bao dared not gamble.

He ordered the servants who arrived to go to the Dingguo Marquis' Mansion to report the news quickly, then reached out to point Ning Chuchu's acupoints, picked up Zhongli Ruoshui, and did not take the carriage because it was too late.

He jumped into the rainy night and headed towards the small courtyard of Sun Tuozi in Yujing City.

...

Fan Taohua really went to Wenchang Temple...

But she did not put a stick of incense on Emperor Wenchang, and she did not even step into the temple gate.

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.

She naturally saw Wei San's body hanging on the osmanthus tree.

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

"Ningguo can't stand the toss and troubles, let those pasts go with you."

She turned around and left, and happened to hear the sound of tsunami coming from the literary world next door.

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

...

The applause outside the Zaidao building was filled with thunder.

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

However, in Zaidao Building, the sadness of the poem that Ning Huang had just recited had not yet dissipated, and everyone was still in the desolate mood of the poem, or in their own thoughts, so the sudden voice of the little eunuch seemed a little abrupt.

It's like taking a mouthful of painting Pingchun, but the afterglow has not yet ended, but I was filled with a mouthful of sour plum soup.

Although sour plum soup is good, it doesn’t match Huapingchun.

Because each has its own taste.

On the contrary, when Emperor Ning heard this, he heard the sound from outside. He calmed down 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 also calmed down and looked at Emperor Ning again.

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

A sense of desolation appeared between his eyebrows, and his eyes seemed to become blurred.

It is not as cold as the late autumn frost of Kyoto, but more like the thick fog of late autumn—

The frost will be biting.

The thick fog won't.

The thick fog makes people feel sad.

Especially the thick fog that just rose at night was floating, making all the lights hazy and the people opposite were faintly aware. That was the sadness in the eyes of literati.

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

What is his poem like?

Everyone is looking forward to it.

Even Ji Tai seemed to have forgotten that Li Chenan deserved to die.

Of course, maybe he thought that Li Chenan would die after he became famous all over the world tonight... that would probably be more interesting.
Chapter completed!