Chapter 2262
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When the people of Moonshine City heard that the Chasing Dream Song and Dance Troupe was coming, they went to the streets to watch.
Of course, what they wanted to see the most was Hui Niang, the famous singer of this world.
At that time, it happened to be the third year of the new emperor's ascension, and a big banquet was held in the palace. There was a special invitation to go to the palace. The performance was to liven things up.
The salary was three times the usual performance, and Hui Niang was even better.
The troupe leader naturally knew that the original owner was not short of money, so when he received the invitation to enter the palace, he asked for her opinion.
After all, when she went to the official residence to perform in the past, the original owner never went.
But this time was different. The original owner almost immediately agreed to the troupe leader and expressed her willingness to go.
The troupe leader was naturally very happy. He went to the inviter and asked for a deposit.
Three years, a whole three years.
Back then, when everyone had died, she had kept finding excuses for him.
Maybe he just didn't have enough time to save her, maybe he had something that was hard to say, maybe …
But the carefree throne always reminded her that there was no 'maybe'.
She did not want to find excuses for him. The fact was that he could not resist the power of the Feng Dynasty's princess.
She, on the other hand, was nothing more than a victim of this power.
Just because they had a childhood promise; just because she was the person he loved the most.
Love? Ridiculous love.
In November of the same year, the third year of the new emperor's ascension, a luxurious banquet.
She stood in the middle of the dance floor and sang a beautiful song. Unexpectedly, everyone was amazed.
Such a scene was so familiar. She used to stand bravely by his side, regardless of the eyes of everyone, and betrayed the whole world for him.
But what did she get in return? Her whole family was beheaded. Except for her, no one survived.
Mo Ye recognized the original owner almost at a glance and rushed forward to hug her without saying a word.
His embrace was very hot, but this kind of heat made her feel cold.
Hatred had long blinded her eyes. Her mother's words to her kept ringing in her ears: "Only by holding power in your hands can you get what you want and never be bullied."
If she was young, she would not understand the meaning of this sentence, but now it involved the lives of more than a hundred people in the Luo Family.
She should understand.
"Qing 'er, is that you? Is that you? "
She slowly took off the veil covering her face. Her clear eyes carried a dark light as she looked at him and said, "Yes, I'm back."
That very day, she was brought back to the palace by Mo Ye and conferred the title of Noble Consort.
She hadn't seen Feng Ling Er and didn't know where she was.
There was no empress in the Mo Dynasty now. After she left, he kept looking for her like a madman. He didn't let go of anyone who had hurt her.
As for the culprit, Feng Ling Er, he did not kill her.
Death was too easy. In a person's life, the lightest thing was the life, and the most important thing was the soul.
The Cold Palace, where she waited for a long time, was where Feng Ling Er would return to for the rest of her life.
After the previous host became an imperial concubine, Mo Ye doted on her a lot, spending almost every night in Dim Light Palace.
'Glimmer Palace' was a palace he had built for her. She was like the only light in his life, shining into his dark and damp heart.
He said, "Qing 'er, the guilt I have towards you, I will definitely make it up to you in this life. I will never let anyone hurt you again, absolutely — — "
She replied, "Un, I believe you. As long as I believe everything you say, it's fine as long as I can be by your side. "
Believe?
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