Chapter 2046: Deep Palace Sake and Peach Blossom Drunk (20)

The air was filled with a faint fragrance, which seemed to be the breath coming from him, and the ambiguous atmosphere was ignited inadvertently.

Feng Qianche looked at her long and curly eyelashes, gently fanning herself with a palm leaf, slightly pursing her lips, and her hands tightly grasping her outer robe. He felt an inexplicable joy in his heart.

This joy suddenly gave him an answer in his heart.

Originally, he thought that in this life, there would be no one who would be moved by someone like him who only loved himself.

Even the future crown princess and even the queen existed for his power and interests.

But at this moment, he changed his original idea.

[Ding——Favorability plus ten, task completion rate 70%. ]

Just when he was about to lean over and kiss her, the dusty scroll behind him attracted his attention.

He squinted his eyes, and his heart trembled unconsciously.

Luo Qingchen, who had originally closed her eyes, instantly felt that the person in front of her brushed past her, and immediately opened her eyes, and the blush instantly spread to her ears.

Ah Xi!

At this moment, she wanted to find a hole to crawl into, because it was really embarrassing!

"Feng Qianche——" Luo Qingchen simply went all out, turned around and looked at him with an angry face: "The favorability has been added, you actually..."

Before she finished speaking, her eyes were also attracted by the woman in the painting.

Although the scroll was covered by dust, it can still be seen that the woman in the painting is extremely beautiful.

It seems that no gorgeous words can describe her beauty, the kind of suffocating beauty.

Could it be that Feng Qianche fell in love with her?

The next second, the doubt in her heart was immediately denied by herself. This place has probably been visited by no one for more than ten or twenty years. If this woman had this face at that time, she would probably be in her early forties now, and it should not be a question of whether she liked it or not.

But Feng Qianche, why was he so fascinated.

"What's wrong?" She spoke carefully, breaking the long silence in the room.

"Qingqing, help me get the candle."

Because he had made up his mind, he would unconsciously change his name, always thinking that if he called her like this, she would be his.

In this world, no one could snatch her away.

"Oh, okay." Luo Qingchen listened to his gentle voice, instantly turned into a good baby, picked up the candle on the table and walked towards him.

Feng Qianche gently brushed away the dust on the scroll, and the candlelight shone on her face, making her face even more charming.

"Do you know her?" Looking at Feng Qianche's focused look, Luo Qingchen felt that he probably knew her.

The light emitted from those deep eyes was not admiration, but thoughts.

"She is my mother." Feng Qianche carefully took the scroll off the wall, and said with a slight movement of his eyebrows: "It should be that person who painted the portrait of my mother."

"That person?" Luo Qingchen set his eyes on the lower right corner of the scroll, signed: Commoner.

"In fact, the person my mother loves is not my father." Feng Qianche's slender fingertips slid across the scroll, half-closed his eyes, and sighed softly: "Do you want to hear a story?"

"Yes." She sat on the cleaned bed beside her, closed her eyes and said: "I think it's probably a sad story!"

"Well, yes..." Feng Qianche walked to her side, looked at her eyes with a hint of tenderness, and smiled helplessly: "It seems that they lived here in order to avoid my father at the beginning, but unfortunately they were found by my persistent father in the end."