Chapter 1288 All wishes come true 2
When the little girl was called home by her parents, she kept looking back at the star lantern hanging on the tree. Her baby voice floated in the evening breeze: "Star lantern, you must accompany your sister well..."
The merriment on the observatory gradually died down, and Shen Fuzhou was so drunk that he lay on the stone table, muttering, "Next year I will brew wine that can bloom flowers."
An Shuxue was talking to Xie Shiyuan. From time to time, they looked at the young couple under the tree, with gentle smiles in their eyes.
Luo Qi leaned against the railing, holding Mu Wanqing in his arms, looking at the star lights all over the city, his heart full of love.
Luo Li leaned against Di Xuanming's chest, listening to his steady heartbeat and gazing at the sea of light interwoven with starlight and fireflies. Suddenly, she whispered, "Do you think these starlights will remember today?"
Di Xuanming lowered his head and placed a kiss on the top of her head. His voice was wrapped in the warmth of the evening breeze, "It doesn't matter if they don't remember."
He held her hand and pressed it to his heart, "Just remember it."
Fireflies suddenly gathered towards them and formed a halo around the two of them.
The golden leaves of the Wutong spiritual tree fell down, and one leaf happened to land on Luo Li's outstretched palm. The newly printed spiritual power patterns on the leaf were two shadows cuddling together.
In the distance, the last star lamp finally caught up with the stars in the sky.
In the world below the observatory, the lights gradually go out, but there is a warmer light hidden behind every window and in every dream waiting for dawn.
Twenty years later, news came from the Su family that Di Xuanming's mother's soul had been reunited and would soon be able to rebuild her body.
Luo Li and Di Xuanming looked at each other and immediately went to the Frozen Throne.
In the ice crystal corridor of the Frozen Throne, the ice spikes that have not melted for thousands of years reflect the starlight, but are filled with warmth due to the footsteps of the visitors.
The elders of the Su family had already been waiting outside the hall. Seeing the two figures stepping through the ice mist, they hurried forward and saluted: "Emperor, City Lord Luo, the Ice God is still in seclusion, so he sent me to greet you two."
"The Honored Mother's spirit has been nurtured in the Starry Spirit Gathering Array for three months. She only needs the elixir in City Lord Luo's hand to reshape her body."
Di Xuanming's fingertips tightened slightly, and Luo Li quietly held his hand.
Passing through the ice palace engraved with soul-calming runes, the spirit gathering array at the end was emitting a soft white light.
In the center of the formation, a wisp of white soul was suspended in the air, surrounded by a halo made of star stones and spiritual silk. It was sent by Luo Li a few days ago.
The spiritual silk was taken from the spiritual silkworms raised by Lan Xiaoxiao, and the star stone was salvaged from the deep sea in the southern border by Shen Fuzhou. It is said to be able to warm the soul.
Luo Li took out a jade bottle from her sleeve, and a soft spiritual light flowed from the bottle.
She said softly, "Elder Su, it's time to begin."
Elder Su nodded and formed seals with his hands.
The white light in the spirit gathering array suddenly became brighter, enveloping the white soul.
Luo Li snapped her fingers, and the elixir in the jade bottle turned into a stream of light and accurately sank into her soul.
The spirit suddenly trembled, and the halo around it began to surge, gurgling like boiling water.
The ice spikes in the ice crystal corridor actually vibrated, and the reflected starlight seemed to come alive, merging into the formation.
Di Xuanming stared at the center of the formation without blinking, and his hand holding Luo Li tightened slightly.
Luo Li could feel the warmth of his palm and the trembling that was difficult to conceal.
She gently returned the handshake and whispered, "It's okay."
Over the course of an incense stick, the spirit gradually solidified. First, a delicate outline emerged, and then skin, hair, and clothing slowly took shape.
When the light faded, a woman in a plain white dress stood quietly in the formation. Her eyes and brows were similar to Di Xuanming's, but she was a little more gentle and kind.
She slowly opened her eyes, her gaze was blank at first, then fell on Di Xuanming, and her clear eyes were instantly filled with tears.
"Xuan Ming..."
The voice was soft, trembling with the feeling of reunion after a long separation.
"Mother." Di Xuanming's Adam's apple rolled. He had silently repeated this call in his heart countless times, and when he spoke it out loud this time, he was choked with sobs.
Su Hanyi walked forward, raised her hand and gently stroked her son's cheek. The coldness of her fingertips touched his warm skin, and tears finally rolled down her cheeks.
"My son, you have suffered so much."
Di Xuanming held his mother's hand with his backhand and held her slightly cold fingertips in his palm.
He looked at Luo Li, his eyes filled with tenderness. "Mother, this is Luo Li, my wife."
Su Hanyi turned to Luo Li, his eyes falling on the heart-shaped jade pendant on her wrist. The jade pendant was emitting the same spiritual power as Emperor Xuanming.
She smiled gently, "Good boy, thank you."
Luo Li smiled lightly: "Mother, you are too kind."
When leaving the Frozen Throne, tiny ice flowers condensed on the ice edges of the Ice Crystal Corridor, sparkling in the starlight, as if offering blessings for this new life.
Back in the courtyard of the City of Gods, the golden leaves of the Wutong spirit tree were still falling.
Su Hanyi stood under the tree, looking at the vitality in the yard, her eyes full of emotion.
"I didn't expect this continent to become so warm."
Di Xuanming and Luo Li looked at each other and smiled.
A few days later, Lan Xiaoxiao came running with Song Wanbai, carrying a big bag of freshly made snacks.
"Auntie Su! I made osmanthus cake, try it!"
Her noisy appearance made the alienation in Su Hanyi's eyes fade a lot.
Shen Fuzhou also eagerly sent over some newly brewed wine, saying it was the "Qingshuang Wine" brewed specially for Su Hanyi. It was sweet and refreshing, and was most suitable for the temperament of the people in the Su family.
Luo Li's parents even held Su Hanyi's hand and chattered about family matters, as if they were old friends who hadn't seen each other for many years.
That evening, Luo Li sat under the sycamore tree, watching Di Xuanming walking with his mother in the yard.
Su Hanyi's figure is no longer a lonely soul, but has real warmth and can walk side by side with her son.
Di Xuanming suddenly turned around and his eyes met Luo Li's, and they both smiled at the same time.
Su Hanyi seemed to notice her son's gaze, and followed his line of sight to Luo Li under the sycamore tree, a gentle smile in her eyes.
She gently patted the back of Di Xuanming's hand, her voice filled with the understanding that only an elder could give her: "Go, don't let her sit alone."
Di Xuanming nodded, turned and walked towards Luo Li.
The golden leaves fell on his shoulders, like a layer of warm light.
When he sat down beside her, a breeze blew, causing the loose hair on Luo Li's temples to flutter.
He reached out to tuck her hair behind her ear, and his fingertips brushed her cheek with a familiar warmth.
"Mother just told me that there's a kind of moonheart grass in the frozen lake of the Frozen Throne. It blooms in the cracks of the extremely cold ice, and its petals reflect the past that you want to see."
Di Xuanming's voice was tinged with laughter, and his fingertips curled a strand of hair behind her ear. "She said she wanted to take us to see it when the weather gets warmer."
Luo Li raised an eyebrow: "What are you looking at? Looking at you secretly taking apart her ice jade hairpin when you were a kid?"
Di Xuanming chuckled softly, the vibration of his chest transmitting warmth through their pressed shoulders. "She didn't mention that. She only said that on my birthday, she carved a wish on the Moon Heart Grass, hoping that I wouldn't have to worry about wind and snow again in my lifetime."
Luo Li felt a little sad. When she turned around, she saw Su Hanyi standing in the corridor. She was holding the sweet-scented osmanthus cake sent by Lan Xiaoxiao and was staring at the sacred sycamore tree in the yard in a trance.
The golden light of the setting sun fell on the corners of her plain white skirt, giving her cool clothes a touch of worldly air.
"Mother seems to be starting to like laughing." Luo Li said softly.
"It's this world that makes her smile." Di Xuanming held her hand, pressing her fingertips against his wrist. "The day before yesterday, she secretly asked me what kind of birthday gift I would like. I told her you kept talking about the unique sugar painting from that shop in the east of the city, and she actually remembered it so well that she even went to learn it this morning."
Luo Li couldn't help laughing: "When she was in the Di family before, she probably didn't even know what sugar painting was."
"That's why I want to learn." Di Xuanming lowered his head, his lips brushing against the top of her hair. "She said that she owed me warmth for so many years, and she must make it up to you."
As he was speaking, Song Wanbai came over with a celadon plate. On the plate was a freshly steamed Yu Lu cake, which was decorated with fresh diced spiritual fruits.
"Aunt Su said she wanted to try some of our Gods City snacks. I made some. Would you like some too?"
Su Hanyi turned around upon hearing the voice and took the Jade Dew Cake handed to her by Song Wanbai. Her fingertips touched the warm porcelain plate and her eyebrows curved. "It's softer than the ice cream from Frozen Throne."
"Of course!" Lan Xiaoxiao ran over from the corridor, holding a string of candied haws in her hand. The hawthorns on top were covered in shiny sugar. "The food in the City of Gods has a sense of home, unlike the food in the Frozen Throne, which is so cold that it makes you feel numb."
Su Hanyi took the candied haws that Lan Xiaoxiao stuffed into her mouth and took a small bite. The sweet and sour taste spread on her tongue, making her eyes water.
“It’s quite warm.”
Shen Fuzhou's loud voice came from a distance. He walked over here carrying two jars of wine, each tied with a red ribbon: "Auntie Su! Try my newly brewed Wangyouchun! This wine is mixed with warm sun flowers, it's absolutely amazing!"
Luo Li laughed, "You always say that the new wine you researched is the best in the world."
Shen Fuzhou sighed, "The past was the past, and the present is the present. This is truly amazing."
Luo Li's parents also came over with a food box containing freshly cooked snow lotus soup.
Mu Wanqing followed behind, holding a newly embroidered cloak. The light green material was embroidered with sycamore leaves, and the stitching was delicate and gentle. "I embroidered this cloak. It's perfect to wear when the wind is strong."
Su Hanyi looked at the people around her. The candied haws in her hand was still emitting a sweet aroma. The warm mist of lotus seed soup lingered at the tip of her nose. Lan Xiaoxiao's chattering laughter was in her ears. Suddenly, she raised her hand to her heart and whispered, "So... this is what it feels like to be lively."
Di Xuanming lowered his head and placed a kiss on Luo Li's forehead, and the golden leaves swayed gently on their shoulders.
The fireflies in the distance began to fly again, circling the sacred sycamore tree, circling the laughter and joy in the corridor, circling the warmth in the yard, and flew into a ball of light that would never dissipate.
The days are like the leaves of the sycamore tree, falling one by one and sprouting one by one.
Later, Lan Xiaoxiao and Song Wanbai had a chubby daughter who always loved to chase Luo Li's skirt to ask for candy.
Shen Fuzhou's wine cellar was full of space for the newly brewed wine, so he simply opened a wine shop outside the city with a sign that read "City Lord Luo Li said it was good after trying it."
Feng Wuhen took in several orphans as his apprentices in the Feng family, and taught them swordsmanship and how to grow spiritual plants. It is said that the spiritual flowers planted by those children bloomed more vigorously than anyone else's.
In the frozen lake of the Frozen Throne, moonheart grass blooms every year.
The wind blew across the surface of the icy lake, carrying with it the faintest scent of flowers and the golden glow of the sycamore leaves in the City of Gods, blowing far, far away.
There, new spiritual plants are sprouting, children are running under the star lights, thousands of lights are on, and there are countless days like theirs, slowly unfolding in time, warm and long.
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