Feng Qianche's eyes trembled slightly, and her words of 'I don't want to' kept echoing in her ears.
In fact, he is capable enough to protect her, and he doesn't care about other people's rumors.
Seeing that she cared more about him, she just made up a lie.
A lie that filled his heart with warmth and emotion.
Luo Qingchen walked unhurriedly to the girl who had just played the guzheng. The girl bowed respectfully and made way for her.
System, do me a favor.
Ding—deduct 1,000 redemption points and get help from the system once!
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The farther back the time and space plane goes, the lower her demand for exchange value becomes.
After all, she had a blank memory and had become stronger through countless hardships.
The system probably sensed what she wanted and opened its mouth like a lion.
However, she didn't care, she just snorted arrogantly in her heart and said to the system: Raise the price while taking advantage of others' danger.
She retracted all her emotions, frowned slightly, and her eyes were as calm as water.
Snowflakes fell one by one in the sky, mixed with the peach blossom petals flying everywhere, making it look so beautiful.
Once upon a time, the original owner who loved peach blossoms even had the only pot of peach blossoms that was cruelly thrown away by Rong Muling.
Now, Feng Qianche gave her the entire peach grove in the East Palace.
She should say sorry to the original owner, because when she saw Rong Muling in the future, she felt a dull feeling in her heart, and she wanted to say goodbye completely.
"My sister has always been a very gentle person." Luo Qingchen raised her hands, gently played with the ancient strings twice and said, "It's a pity that her life has been miserable, and she will never meet someone like her." A good man."
She strummed the strings again, as if telling a story, letting everyone present get involved in the atmosphere.
"This song is dedicated to the sister who risked her life to see her. I hope she will be accompanied and cared for in the next life."
That year, spring was in full swing on the Long Street, and riding horses together was like a dream in the mist and rain.
Hiding from the rain under the eaves, looking into a pair of deep pupils is like the breeze carrying fine snow in the Huashan Mountains.
The rain is slightly cool, and the wind blows through the fragrance.
My heart is throbbing for a moment, like the edge of your gentle sword, passing by like a startled giant.
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She was singing a tune, and suddenly, several butterflies landed on her strings.
They dance gracefully in the scene of white snow and flying peach blossoms, which is so beautiful.
At this moment, everyone present was stunned. Is this the magic that so-called Taoists know
Luo Qingchen was completely integrated into the atmosphere of this piece of music. In her opinion, this piece of music could probably fully tell...
The life of the original owner…
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Later, we met again at someone's wedding banquet, and the beautiful lady was waving red candlelight beside her.
The lingering lights illuminate a pair of picturesque faces, like the gentle old dream of cardamom branches.
I don't know the person on the other side, and suddenly my thoughts are flooding.
I see your white clothes are as old as before, and your expression is a bit frozen, but I am terrified.
Maybe I should pretend to be crazy while I'm drunk and leave a touch of lipstick in your arms.
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Outside the mountain gate, the snow brushed through the white clothes and melted on the fingertips.
Carrying a long sword, I wonder where to go in such a vast world.
So far in this life, I have been laughing at myself like a joke.
Wishful thinking has a beginning and an end.
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If you had already been of the same mind as others, why would you bother me and misunderstood your feelings
Could it be that you are moved by seeing me in despair
Fortunately, after years of wandering in the world of mortals, this heart has been riddled with holes.
How can I be afraid that you will use your ruthlessness as a blade to create a crack, but it will not hurt.
It is better to bury the past in the wind, use the long sword as a monument and the frost and snow as a tomb.
If the mistake in this life lies in meeting each other, please hope for a good ending.
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After waking up from the dream, he fell down, his body was shattered into pieces, and he disappeared without a trace. (To be continued)