Chapter 2105: Deep Palace Sake and Peach Blossom Drunk (79)

At this moment, everyone around took a breath of cold air, even Chen Xi and Wang Yan, who were originally talking to each other and were extremely noisy, were stunned for a moment.

She actually... dared to be so bold to directly call out the life of the current emperor.

Could it be that she really thinks that she can do whatever she wants just because she has some martial arts skills? This is the palace, even if she is a peerless master, she can't escape.

"Qing... Sister Qing..." Xiaoyue's face became paler, and even her lips could not feel the slightest blood.

She knew that she was conceited and proud, and she also knew that she had the ability and courage that others did not have.

But... she couldn't call out... the full name of the Phoenix Emperor!

Feng Qianche half-squinted his eyes, and after a long time, he finally raised his steps and walked towards her step by step.

"Your Majesty, don't go over..."

Feng Qianche's cold eyes were narrowed, and his whole body exuded an extremely powerful aura, making the people around him dare not look directly at him.

Only, Luo Qingchen...

She looked at him so seriously, a glance for a thousand years.

"Miss Qing... stop talking!" Ye Yan frowned tightly. It was probably impossible to exchange one life for another.

I don't know why she wanted to die like this, and why she had to say such words...

"Someone once made a wish with a Kongming lantern and said something particularly sentimental." Luo Qingchen tilted her head slightly, a faint tear flashed in her eyes and said: "The flowers bloom in my dreams, waiting for you to come; I will hold your hand and stay with you."

...

Silence, silence, dead silence.

In the white snow, she smiled with her clear eyes, and the look in her eyes was so familiar.

Feng Qianche was stunned, and the whole person stood there woodenly. The deep heart that had long been rotten slowly opened a piece of tender leaves, and a few seconds later a light pink peach blossom bloomed on the leaf. This is the most true portrayal of his heart.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Luo Qingchen slowly raised the Fengwu Sword in his hand, curled his lips and smiled, saying: "We didn't decide the winner when we first met by the Wei River, why don't we have another competition?"

Snowflakes fell, and petals of the ten-mile peach forest drifted.

In an instant, he strode forward and walked towards Luo Qingchen.

Everyone showed a look of horror, and saw him flick his right hand, grab her snow-white ribbon, and embrace her in his arms.

In fact, he has been waiting, waiting for a miracle.

Because she once told her that she was not the real Miss Luo, but just a soul given to her body.

The fire burned her body, but it couldn't burn her soul.

He was waiting, waiting very hard. Every minute, every second...

"Feng Qianche..." She could feel the strength of his arms, as if he was hugging her with all his strength in this life, so hot.

"Well..." He murmured, with endless trembling in his voice.

"I'm back..."

He didn't respond to her, but just hugged her tightly, not asking when or where.

There will always be only her place in his heart, not asking when she will come back, not asking when she will return...

After an unknown amount of time, he gently let her go.

Whether it was Chen Xi or Wang Yan who had been making noises just now, or Xiao Yue and Ye Yan who were kneeling on the ground to stay together, or Mo Hu, the leader of the Imperial Guard, no one said a word.

Because except for Mo Hu, no one present had ever seen Feng Qianche like this.

No longer a cold-blooded emperor, but an ordinary person, an ordinary person with flesh and blood and emotions.