The majestic Luoyang City has tall buildings and thick walls, heavy troops guarding it, cold air, classic nine-eaves hip-mounted shape, and the majestic three-fold building, which is very majestic and majestic.

Under the setting sun, Dongdu was lying there like a beast, watching the cold city wall extending into the distance, as if a dragon was standing horizontally.

"Luoyang, I'm here again." Luo Zhaoyun sat on the horse's back and sighed in his heart that this city was still under his charge, Yang Su and Yuwen Kai were responsible for the construction. Yang Su had long been dead, but he had not lived in Luoyang City for long, and he was basically out to guard the battle.

On the way, Empress Xiao had already talked to Luo Zhaoyun about Ruyi's situation and learned that he was missing from the ambush. She was overly sad and fell into a serious illness. Her physique became weaker and weaker, and she was very haggard. She had no longer the cheerful smile of the past and was no longer the agile little princess.

Hearing this, Luo Zhaoyun felt as if he was being grabbed in his heart, and he sighed inwardly this silly girl!

After he survived the disaster, he hesitated for a long time. In order to conceal the news that he was still alive, he only informed Xiao Yiyi and his father. The rest of the people were hidden, including Ruyi.

Because once Ruyi knows it, her father and mother will know that what he hides is like an ostrich plunging into a sand pit, and he cares about his head and butts, and it has no meaning.

Therefore, Luo Zhaoyun made up his mind and did not send anyone to the palace to spread the news. Princess Ruyi naturally didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

On the other hand, Luo Zhaoyun’s feelings for Ruyi are not that deep, because the two are far apart and there are fewer people together. He has been fighting outside and has confidantes around him, so he can’t say that he has a deep impression of Ruyi, and he can’t extricate himself from the bottom of his love.

But when he heard that Empress Xiao had told Ruyi about her situation and physical condition over the past year, Luo Zhaoyun's eyes were wet, and she felt guilty, and she also felt pity and love.

This is a good girl, not infected with the cold-blooded and ruthless habit of the royal family, nor is she as willful as the royal princess. She has deeply rooted in love with him, which has made her wait for so many years, especially when she heard that she would rather choose to accompany the Buddha in the face of the coercion of the emperor, and become a monk and protect her reputation than marry someone else again. Luo Zhaoyun felt very uncomfortable. It was time to make up for this relationship.

Entering Dingding Street in Luoyang, Luo Zhaoyun couldn't wait to see Ruyi. When he was in Taiyuan, he had already sent someone to send the news, but his mood was extremely complicated at this time. He wanted to hold up the beauty's cheek in front of him, hug Ruyi's body, and say to her: I love you, and you have been waiting for you.

However, according to the court's rules, Your Majesty had just returned to the palace and had to accept worship from all officials. Outsiders were not allowed to enter the harem and disturb him to rest.

But Luo Zhaoyun made great contributions, and Empress Xiao specially approved him. He held a special waist card given by the royal family to the ministers to enter and exit the palace and went directly to meet Ruyi.

Along the way, Luo Zhaoyun showed off his waist sign and asked about Princess Ruyi’s place. A palace maid told him that Ruyi was in Furong Garden at this time.

Luo Zhaoyun walked over, walked through the moon-shaped arch, and entered the garden. The first thing that caught his eye was the hibiscus flowers all over the yard, with colorful fallen flowers everywhere. October hibiscus flowers are in full bloom. They are all colors, red, yellow, white, blue and purple, and the petals of various colors are blown by the wind, and the flying rain of flowers sways in the air.

Among the flying flowers, there was a beautiful figure standing, young and slender, and stretching out his hand as if touching the hibiscus petals floating in the wind.

"It is hard to part when we meet, and the east wind is weak. The flowers are gone. The silkworm will die until it dies, and the candle will only dry out when it turns into ashes..." Ruyi recited an untitled poem in Luo Cheng's collection of poems and essays, and she was like a melancholy talented woman. How could there be the majesty and nobility that a royal princess should have?

"Ruyi..." Luo Zhaoyun called out lightly, took two steps forward, and then stood still because the other party had turned around. When his eyes were cast, he trembled, his legs were out of control, as if he weighed more than a thousand pounds and could not move.

Princess Ruyi heard a familiar and unfamiliar voice. The sounds she met in dreams many times. Her delicate body trembled and slowly turned around, revealing a slender and beautiful cheek.

She has lost weight!

She is thin and slender, with a pointed chin and a big eyes, as if there is no extra fat on her body. She stands tall and graceful, with light and light flying, with white skin, her eyebrows and eyes as picturesque, and her eyes as water. When she sees him, two lines of clear tears roll and drip, and her beautiful eyebrows are slightly frowning, as if she is infinite sorrow.

Her body was trembling slightly, her lips stammered a few times, and she wanted to say anything, but she couldn't say a word. Tears were rustling like the jade beads with broken threads, constantly falling.

Looking at each other in silence, only tears flow thousands of times.

"Wow—" Finally, Ruyi couldn't help but burst into tears without saying anything. This cry seemed to express endless grievances.

"Ruyi!" Luo Zhaoyun's heart was so painful, as if a hand was holding his heart and clenching it tightly.

He no longer cared about the forbidden area of ​​the palace or the royal etiquette, ran over directly, hugged Ruyi in one hand, and then made a 360-degree rotation.

Ruyi's body whirled lightly, and the hem of the skirt embroidered with golden silk flowers spread out like a cloud, colorful.

Luo Zhaoyun hugged the beauty, then leaned slightly, Ruyi's body lay on his back in his arms, and the two stared at each other face to face, hugging each other with their arms, falling flowers flying in the sky, lingering around them.

That kind of scene is poetic and picturesque, romantic and poetic.

"Zhaoyun, are you back?" Ruyi stopped crying and asked in a choking voice.

Luo Zhaoyun nodded, hugged her thin body tightly, and tears rolled in her eyes, and kept sighing: "It's me who's back, I'm sorry, I've worried you."

"It's good that I can come back. I'm worried that I will never see my man." Princess Ruyi said very sadly.

"No, I'm lucky and lucky. There's a beauty like you who is so infatuated to marry me, so how can I live a short life?" Luo Zhaoyun said a joke with tears in his eyes.

"Can you marry me when you come back this time? I can't wait for a moment."

"Okay, I'm here to marry you. From now on, you will be my woman and my wife of the Luo family!" Luo Zhaoyun said willingly at this moment that he wanted to marry the princess and go home. The pain of fucking longing is so painful...
Chapter completed!