Chapter 2074: Deep Palace Sake and Peach Blossom Drunk (48)

Feng Qianche's eyes trembled slightly, and her words "I don't want to" kept echoing in his ears.

In fact, he had enough ability to protect her, and he didn't care about the rumors of others.

But she cared more about him, and made up a lie directly.

A lie that made him feel warm and touched.

Luo Qingchen walked slowly to the girl who had just played the guzheng. The girl bowed respectfully and made room for her.

System, do me a favor.

[Ding-deduct 1000 points of exchange value, get help from the system once! ]

...

The further she went in the time and space plane, the lower her demand for exchange value became.

After all, she had become powerful in countless hardships with a blank memory.

The system probably sensed what she wanted and asked for a high price.

However, she didn't care, but snorted in her heart and said to the system: You are raising the price and taking advantage of others.

She withdrew all her emotions, frowned slightly, and her eyes were as calm as water.

Snowflakes fell one by one from the sky, mixed with the peach petals floating everywhere, which looked so beautiful.

Once upon a time, the original owner who loved peach blossoms was ruthlessly discarded by Rong Muling even the only pot of peach blossoms.

Now, Feng Qianche gave her the entire peach forest of the East Palace.

She should say sorry to the original owner, because after seeing Rong Muling in the future, she would have to say goodbye to the dull feeling in her heart.

"My sister has always been a very gentle person." Luo Qingchen raised her hands lightly, plucked the strings of the ancient string twice and said: "It's a pity that she has a bitter life and she didn't meet a good man in the end."

She plucked the strings again, just like telling a story, letting everyone present blend into such an atmosphere.

"This song is dedicated to the sister who once risked her life to see me. May she have someone to accompany her in the next life and someone to take care of her."

That year, the long street was full of spring, and riding horses together in the misty rain was like a dream.

I hid from the rain under the eaves and looked into a pair of deep eyes, just like the breeze with fine snow on Mount Huashan.

The rain was slightly cool, and the wind blew through the faint fragrance.

My heart was throbbing for a moment, like your gentle sword, passing by like a startled wild goose.

…

While she was singing the song, suddenly, several butterflies landed on her strings.

They danced in the scene of white snow and peach blossoms, so beautiful.

At this moment, everyone present was stunned. Could this be the so-called magic of the so-called cultivators?

Luo Qingchen was completely integrated into the atmosphere of this song. In her opinion, this song could fully tell...

The life of the original owner...

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Later, they met again at a wedding banquet, and the beauty swayed in the shadow of the candle.

The lights illuminate a pair of picturesque faces, like a gentle old dream on a cardamom branch.

I don't know you, but my thoughts are surging.

I see you in white clothes as before, with a frozen look, but who knows how scared I am.

Maybe I should pretend to be crazy while drunk, and leave a touch of red lips in your arms.

…

Outside the mountain gate, the snow brushes over the white clothes and melts at the fingertips.

Carrying a long sword, I wonder where to go in such a big world.

At this point in my life, I laugh at myself like a joke.

One-sided love has a beginning but no end.

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If you had already shared the same heart with someone else, why did you make me give my love to the wrong person?

Could it be that you were moved by my loss of soul?

Fortunately, after years of floating in the world, this heart has been riddled with holes.

Why should I be afraid that you will use your indifference as a blade and add another crack without feeling any pain?

It is better to bury the past in the wind, with a long sword as a monument and frost and snow as a tomb.

If this life is a mistake in meeting, I hope for a good end.

…

After waking up from the dream, I fell, shattered, without a trace.