"I still remember that it was King Nan who wanted to marry His Highness the Crown Prince!" Luo Qingchen pursed her lips slightly, pretending to look arrogant.
I still remember the Yingying Yanyan standing in a row, each looking at Nan Yisheng with admiration.
At that moment, his white clothes were fluttering, and his face was as calm as water, looking so good-looking.
And now, she is about to become this young man's only official concubine.
"Yes!" Nan Yisheng heard this and said with a faint smile: "Didn't I just marry you home?"
"I'm afraid His Highness the Crown Prince didn't have such a plan at that time!" Luo Qingchen smiled with clear eyes and stood in front of the Tianling Flower Array. The cold air emanating from the holy water seemed to be able to penetrate through the cloak and clothes and blow directly into her heart.
Nan Yisheng looked at her so focused, a tiny glimmer of light flashed in her beautiful eyes and murmured: "What's wrong?"
Luo Qingchen narrowed his eyes, shook his head slightly and said, "It's nothing, I just feel that the Tianling Flower Array is very grand, and I can't help but sigh."
At that time, she was standing too far away and did not fully see the so-called Tianling Flower Formation of the Wu Clan. Now that such a magnificent scene appeared in front of her eyes, she was really shocked.
"Let me tell you a story!" He turned his eyes sideways, looked into her clear watery eyes and said, "A very touching story."
"Story?" Luo Qingchen was stunned for a moment and then asked: "Are you talking about a story from four hundred years ago? I've heard of it. It's indeed a..."
"No—" He shook his head, interrupted Luo Qingchen's words, and sighed softly: "It's a story from ten years ago."
"Ten years ago?" Luo Qingchen counted his age on his fingers.
Wasn't she exactly five years old ten years ago
I still remember that the original owner had no memory before he was five years old. He wandered for four years and entered the Mu Kingdom when he was nine years old.
After three years of fighting, at the age of twelve, she became the leader among Mu Hanche's secret guards. In the next three years, they went through life and death for Mu Hanche, returning injured each time and bandaging each other's wounds.
Until... Chi Mo's death...
When such a desolate memory suddenly appeared in her mind, she suddenly felt her emotions fluctuate inexplicably, and a mist appeared in her eyes unconsciously.
Nan Yisheng was about to tell a story, but he stopped immediately when he saw her look like this. He slowly raised his right hand, touched her eyes, and asked nervously: "What's wrong?"
"No." Luo Qingchen closed her eyes and felt the warmth from his palm.
Her eyebrows trembled slightly, she took a deep breath and said, "I just want to calm my emotions and listen to your touching stories!"
"Don't cry—" He looked at her with a helpless smile and said, "If you cry, I won't be able to talk anymore."
"Okay!" She slowly opened her eyes and nodded seriously.
Nan Yisheng's story is not long, but it sounds a little sad.
Ten years ago, an eight-year-old boy went to Tianxue Peak alone to search for a medicinal material. Unexpectedly, he encountered an avalanche and was trapped in the mountain for ten days.
Those ten days were the darkest ten days in the young man's life. There was no water or food, and he was in a vast white snow mountain, waiting for life to pass by bit by bit.
And just when he was almost desperate, a girl wearing a moon-white dress and holding a clear jade lantern appeared above her head.
The snow fell in large tracts. She leaned against the moonlight, shined the jade lamp into the dark entrance of the cave and said, "Is there anyone there?" (To be continued)