Chapter 2105
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At this moment, everyone in the surroundings gasped. Even Chen Xi and Wang Yan, who had been chattering with each other, were stunned.
She actually … actually dared to boldly call out the emperor's name.
Could it be that she really thought that she could do whatever she wanted with a bit of martial arts? This was the imperial palace. Even if she was a peerless expert, it was impossible for her to escape.
"Big … Big sister Qing …" Xiao Yue's face became even paler and even her lips did not have the slightest trace of blood.
She knew that she was conceited and proud. She also knew that she had the ability and boldness that others did not.
But … she could not call out … the Phoenix Emperor's full name!
Feng Qian Che narrowed his eyes and after a long time, he finally walked towards her step by step.
"Your Majesty, don't go over …"
Feng Qian Che's cold eyes narrowed and his entire body emitted an extremely powerful aura, causing the surrounding people to not dare to look directly at him.
Only Luo Qingchen …
She seriously looked at him like this, a gaze that lasted for ten thousand years.
"Miss Qing … don't say anymore!" Ye Yan tightly knit her brows. Even if she wanted to trade her life for his, it was probably impossible.
She did not know why she wanted to throw her life away and had to say something like this …
"Someone once used a Kongming lantern to make a wish and said something especially touching." Luo Qingchen slightly tilted her head and a faint tear flashed through her eyes, "Flowers bloom in my dream, quietly waiting for you to come. Holding your hand, we will be together."
… …
Silence, silence, a deathly silence.
In the white snow, her clear eyes revealed a faint smile. The gaze she used to look at him with was so familiar.
Feng Qian Che's body trembled and he stood there in a daze. A tender leaf slowly bloomed in the depths of his heart that had long since rotted. A few seconds later, a light pink peach blossom bloomed on the leaf. This was the truest portrayal of his heart.
Seeing that he did not speak, Luo Qingchen slowly raised the Phoenix Dance Sword in her hand and curled her lips into a smile, "The first time we met by the Wei River, we were unable to determine a victor. How about we compete again?"
Snowflakes fluttered down and the petals of the peach blossom forest scattered.
In an instant, he strode forward in the direction of Luo Qingchen.
Everyone revealed a terrified expression. They only saw his right hand gently move, grabbing her snow-white satin belt and pulling her into his embrace.
In fact, he had been waiting for a miracle.
This was because she had once told her that she was not the real Miss Luo. She was just a soul that had been given to her.
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 in his arms, as if he was using all the strength in his life to hug her. It was so hot.
"Hmm …" he muttered, his voice trembling.
"I'm back …"
He didn't respond to her. He just hugged her tightly without asking when or where.
She was always the only one in his heart. He didn't ask when she would come back or when she would return …
After an unknown amount of time, he finally gently let her go.
Whether it was the noisy Chen Xi or Wang Yan, or Xiao Yue and Ye Yan who were kneeling on the ground, or the leader of the imperial guards, Mo Hu, none of them said a word.
This was because other than Mo Hu, no one present had ever seen Feng Qianche like this.
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