Chapter 2273
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Luo Qingchen thought about it and her lips curled into a faint smile as she said, "I don't know why, but I suddenly want to drink wine. I wonder if young master Mo's wine is really that good? To make concubine mother Feng like it that much. "
She had been in this world for a while, but she still hadn't seen Feng Ling Er.
She heard that there were guests coming to her Moonlight Palace every day. Every night there was music that filled the northeast corner of the palace.
"What kind of wine does the princess want to drink?" Mo Ye looked at her tender cheeks and clear eyes. He felt an inexplicable throbbing in his heart, but he hid this throbbing in the bottom of his heart and didn't tell anyone else.
"Peach Blossom Wine, does young master Mo know how to make it?" Luo Qingchen looked at his handsome face and memories of the past slowly appeared in her mind.
In a lonely and quiet corner of the palace, there was a peach blossom tree that wasn't too tall or too short.
With a gentle breeze, the peach blossom petals slowly fell down. A pot of wine was raised as they looked at each other.
"But it isn't the season for peach blossoms." Mo Ye narrowed his eyes and said, "But if the princess wants to drink, this humble servant naturally has a way."
When he said this, the originally dim light in his eyes suddenly flashed with a bright light.
At this moment, she heard the system prompt that she hadn't heard for a long time.
[Ding, affection has increased by ten. Mission completion rate is now 10%.]
The system wouldn't lie. Although she felt that she was still very far from him, this prompt told her that at least he still put her in his heart.
Actually, thinking about it, they had already done quite a bit.
The first time was an accident and the second time was deliberate. Although the script wasn't as perfect as she imagined, it wasn't as bleak as it seemed.
"Your highness, the seventh mama of the Moonlight Palace is here to see you."
The maid's voice interrupted their conversation. Luo Qingchen slightly knit her brows as her heart filled with dissatisfaction.
"Let her wait outside." She narrowed her eyes and her voice had a trace of coldness to it.
The maid rarely saw Luo Qingchen like this, so she quickly moved back and said, "Yes."
When she slowly left the room, Mo Ye finally said, "Although the princess' fever is gone, you still have to drink the medicine. If you feel it's bitter, you can eat two more peach blossom candies."
When he said this, it was like a big brother talking to a little sister.
Reminding and reminding.
It was as if they had met for the first time a thousand years ago. She was seven years old, and he was fourteen.
Now she was fourteen years old, but she was still a child in his eyes.
That impeccable face was filled with gentleness and gentleness, as if an elder was looking at a junior.
She didn't like this feeling. In terms of seniority, she was someone who had lived for over a thousand years. She either liked it or she didn't like it. She didn't need her brother's care for her sister.
"Mo Mo Ye, do you like Feng Ling?"
[… … …]
For such a direct host, even the system took in a cold breath.
She was a direct person like this. She always followed the principle of using her hands and not her mouth to deal with people she hated. As for the person she liked, since she could get the answer, why would she hesitate?
It really wasn't her style and she didn't like it.
Mo Ye was stunned. His deep eyes looked at her for a while before he said, "I have no power or influence, how could I have the right to admire Miss Feng."
Luo Qingchen knew that he wanted to avoid it, but she didn't plan on giving him a chance to change the topic.
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