After being divorced, my identity as a poet was exposed

Li Chenan didn't hurry.

Because Zhongli Ruoshui's body is very weak.

Four tents were set up in this wilderness, and after a simple dinner, Li Chen'an cooked a bowl of medicine for Zhong Liruo with his own hands.

This is Xiao Wu's special medicine for Zhongli Ruoshui's illness.

Among them, the two most precious herbs were brought out by Li Chenan from the Treasure Pavilion of the Imperial Palace when he left the capital, and the rest were bought on the way.

Li Chen'an didn't expect Zhongli Ruoshui to get sick so quickly this time, because Xiao Wu once said that even if he got sick again, it would be in the cold winter.

But it's only early autumn.

When it's the exhaustion of traveling all the way.

Li Chenan sat on the head of the makeshift bed with a medicine bowl in his hand, and Zhongli Ruoshui leaned into his arms.

The mask had been taken off, revealing Zhongli Ruoshui's pale face that was still sweating.

"I'm really useless!"

"Fool, drink this medicine and you'll be fine. We're almost at the Sword Cleansing Tower, so we'll walk a little slower. It won't take two or three days."

Zhongli Ruoshui's smile seemed very weak, she looked outside the tent and saw the moonlight on the ground.

"It's Mid-Autumn Festival, and the moon should be at its roundest."

"No, the moon on the fifteenth day is sixteen round."

Zhong Li Ruoshui glanced at Li Chen'an: "I'm not a three-year-old kid... Tell me, on this year's Mid-Autumn Festival night, will the literary world of Yujing City hold another Mid-Autumn Festival?"

"Of course, come on, drink the medicine first."

Zhongli Ruoshui frowned slightly, "It's really bitter."

"Hey, good medicine tastes bitter and is good for the disease. Next, I have to drink this medicine for half a month."

"We went to Xijianlou to see what's going on. We stayed in Xijianlou for quite a long time. Time flies like an arrow. As soon as autumn is over, winter will come...Drink the medicine!"

Zhongli Ruoshui frowned and drank a bowl of medicine, opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue, Li Chenan put the bowl aside, forced a smile and said:
"We have to see if there is a condition to build a warm pavilion on the Wangqing Terrace of Xijian Tower, so that you can spend the winter more comfortably."

Zhongli Ruoshui lay in Li Chenan's arms again, like a cat.

She asked a little curiously: "The Wangqingtai... I don't know what it looks like? Why did you choose such a name?"

"Since it is called a platform, it is probably a platform stretched out on the mountainside. It is possible to build a house."

"Wangqing... This name is probably chosen randomly. It may be that the patriarch forgot some past stories after he stepped into the Great Master of the Heavenly Jue Dzogchen on the second week."

Zhongli Ruoshui pondered for three breaths, then turned to look at Li Chenan:
"Then... if you also comprehend the eighteen steps and entered the door of the Grand Master, will you forget me and Sister Xiao too?"

Li Chenan pampered Zhongli Ruoshui's little nose, "How could it be?"

"You are the two most important women in my life. Even if I forget myself, I will never forget you."

Zhongli Ruoshui didn't say anything more.

There was a happy smile on that pale face.

It's quiet here.

The moonlight entered the tent and sprinkled the bed in front of the bed.

After half an hour, Zhongli Ruoshui gradually became sleepy.

Her eyelids slowly closed, and after another half an hour, she fell asleep.

Li Chenan carefully put her down, covered her with the quilt, stood in front of the window and watched for ten breaths, then turned and walked out.

Standing in the desolate wilderness, he looked up at the moon.

Outside a tent not far away, Bu Jinghong was also sitting on the grass, holding his sword and looking up at the moon.

Li Chenan walked over, Bu Jinghong looked away, got up quickly, and bowed: "Mr. Li!"

"Well... sit down."

The two sat on the ground.

"homesick?"

Bu Jinghong smiled wryly and shook his head: "I... I used to have a family, but since I was six years old, I no longer have a family."

Li Chenan turned his head and looked at Bu Jinghong suspiciously. Bu Jinghong told Li Chenan about the past that had been buried in his heart for more than 20 years.

Only then did Li Chenan realize that this lone wolf had such a miserable life, and his life experience was also so miserable.

Bu Jinghong talked for a long time.

He never said these words to anyone.

Even Ximen Chuhua didn't know.

But he chose to tell Li Chenan, it was just that he felt that Mr. Li was someone worthy of his trust.

Those things had been pressed in his heart for a long time, and after he said them tonight, instead of falling into the pain of those memories, he felt relieved.

"It's kind of a relief, too."

"Please don't laugh at me, sir."

Li Chenan shook his head: "How could I laugh at you, everyone will experience various things when they come to this world."

"Happy lives are similar, but miserable lives are different."

"Attitudes to suffering also vary."

"I have a little brother, his name is Xiao Wu, maybe you will have a chance to meet in the future."

"He is only seventeen or eighteen years old. He is also an orphan, and he was born deaf-mute. This life experience is quite miserable. Ordinarily, there is no sunshine in his life, but he is more sunny than anyone else!"

"He has the cleanest eyes I have ever seen and the most compassionate heart."

"But his compassion is not blind. To treat enemies, or to help friends, his methods... are comparable to Shura."

"There is a smile on his face all the time, and that smile is more beautiful than the bright moonlight."

"He said...he has no hatred in his heart, even if his parents abandoned him, he still thinks it's because of his parents' unspeakable difficulties, so he lives happily every day."

"This is his happiness, not material, but from the heart."

"In my opinion, when happiness comes, we can embrace it with a normal heart; when facing suffering...we should fight with indomitable heart."

He stood up slowly, looked at the full moon in the sky again, and said leisurely:

"Fate is said to be predestined. In my opinion, if happiness is predestined, then of course it doesn't matter."

"But if it gives you suffering..."

Li Chenan walked towards the tent where Zhongli Ruoshui was, with his hands behind his back, he said a few more words:

"People are not born for suffering!"

"Man may not be able to conquer the sky, but my fate is up to me!"

Bu Jinghong's eyes widened and his heart was shocked!
His more than 20 years have been spent in killing.

He has gone through unimaginable sufferings to survive until now.

He always thought that such suffering was his fate!
Over the years, he had gotten used to such suffering, and even resigned to it.

But Mr. Ke said:
"I control my own life?!"

Bu Jinghong got up, and bowed to Li Chenan's back: "Thank you sir!"

Li Chenan waved his hands with his back to Bu Jinghong:
"Take your sword and kill this day!" (End of this chapter)