Chapter 2271
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After a while, the corners of Luo Qingchen's lips rose slightly. She pulled out a faint bitter smile and said, "Since Young Master Mo has said this, what should I say?"
"Princess, rest well. This humble servant will go to the Moonlight Palace first to prevent Miss Feng from waiting too long." He still cupped his hands. His tone was just as humble as before, but there was a hint of anxiousness.
"I won't send you off." Luo Qingchen's cold eyes narrowed. She turned around and was unwilling to say another word.
Didn't they say that she would write the story? Why didn't Mo Ye give her the chance?
Could it be that she was just a passerby in a thousand years of time? Or did she have to see with her own eyes how Mo Ye fell in love with Feng Ling Er?
She really didn't dare believe that a man who gave everything like this would bury his guilt deep in his heart.
In another time and space, he would go in the opposite direction from her … …
Mo Ye was clearly stunned for a moment. His brows furrowed slightly, and a faint ripple appeared in his deep, ink-like eyes.
Only he knew that his heart was inexplicably moved.
"This humble servant will leave."
These were the last two sentences they said when they first met.
"I won't send you off." "This humble servant will leave."
In the next half a month, they didn't see each other again. She heard that Feng Ling Er liked Mo Ye's wine very much. She would often dance in her Moonlight Palace when she drank too much.
She wore light muslin and thin clothes, enchanting and charming.
The rumors in the palace gradually spread to Luo Qingchen's ears. They were more or less unpleasant to hear.
For example, she saw Feng Ling Er dance for the winemaker Mo Ye. For example, they had long been intimate.
But Luo Qingchen was very clear that Mo Ye had never stayed overnight in the Moonlight Palace, not even once.
Even though he went to the Moonlight Palace frequently, the time he stayed was very short.
She knew this, but she didn't understand it.
She never went to see Feng Ling Er. Feng Ling Er also never came to see her.
She was hostile, full of hostility.
But she kept telling herself, "Don't worry, don't worry." Don't worry about it.
Because she had been lying in bed for sixteen years, her reflexes were very slow. She would feel tired after taking a few more steps.
It was late winter, and it was snowing heavily every day.
The palace maids were afraid that she would catch a cold, so they wrapped her in a thick coat before letting her go out.
She liked to sit in the Drunken Dream Pavilion in the Imperial Garden the most, because this was the place Mo Ye had to pass by on his way to the Hall of Moonlight.
Every day when the sun set, Mo Ye would come out of the Moonlight Palace and pass by the Imperial Garden.
The warm light shone on his stunning side profile, making him look so beautiful.
Luo Qingchen would always sit in the Pavilion of Drunken Dreams and take a few more glances at him. Looking at his current youthful appearance, she would always think of that Winter Solstice day when he was on the verge of death.
Every time she recalled this scene, she would tell herself that she could still persevere.
If God did not give her the so-called love at first sight, then he would have to work hard to make her see him.
Such an outstanding Luo Qingchen … …
Because of this, she personally planned a 'vulgar and unbearable' scene, such as —
Those 'fainting' scenes that would happen in the depths of the palace. Since her body was delicate and weak, pretending to faint on such a cold day shouldn't be too clumsy!
Everything was ready. She wore a plain white pleated dress with flowers and held an ink-colored umbrella in her hand, standing in the center of the Imperial Garden.
Because of half a month of hard work, she could no longer hold a cane, but standing for a long time still made her feel strained.
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