Ye Yan was stunned for a moment, looking at Feng Qianche's eyebrows with a sense of fear.
Recently, he has been in the palace for a long time, drinking and playing chess with the current emperor. His temperament is indifferent to the core, and he is unpredictable. His deep eyes seem to have seen everything, making people unpredictable.
But the look in his eyes just now revealed a little... humanity.
"Your story must be pleasant. If it is not pleasant, my wine will become a sin." Feng Qianche squinted her eyes, picked up the second goblet, and drank the peach blossoms in the cup. And done.
In fact, he was just suddenly touched. The growth rings of memory seem to be stretched far away, but yet very close.
I still remember that year in the East Palace, she was dressed in plain white brocade, sitting in front of the ancient string instrument, gently strumming the strings, the beautiful sound of the piano sounded, and thousands of butterflies were flying around her.
The scene was so beautiful, she was so radiant.
But in this life, if he wants to see her again, it will probably only be in his dreams.
During these seven years, others felt that he was superior and had countless power and glory.
But in fact... As long as he knows it, his life is worse than that of a normal person.
Countless nights, he could only rely on alcohol to anesthetize himself, but this peach blossom wine was a thing of lovesickness. After drinking too much, he missed her even more.
During this time, he found that his memory became particularly strange. The more recent things he remembered, the less clearly he remembered them, while the farther things were, the more profound he remembered them.
"This is the story of Xiaoyue and me..."
"What?" The mixed thoughts were brought back by Ye Yan's last words. He frowned slightly, and a faint dark light flashed in his eyes.
"Your Majesty... you must not be listening!" Ye Yan smiled awkwardly, feeling that he had been telling a touching story with emotions that had been brewing for a long time, but the other party had no intention of listening at all.
"Well, I didn't listen." Feng Qianche took a sip of wine and replied truthfully.
Sometimes, too honest responses can make people particularly angry. But no matter how angry he was, he couldn't show it.
After all, the person in front of him was none other than the aloof king of a country!
"Then do you need to listen to it again, Your Majesty?" Ye Yan smiled bitterly, but his tone was still very respectful.
"Say." Feng Qianche spoke concisely and concisely.
As for Ye Yan, he was one of the few people he admired or could chat with over the years.
After all, smart people can always save a lot of trouble.
Ye Yan cleared his throat and told the story between him and Xiaoyue again. The fate between the two of them can be regarded as twists and turns. In addition, Ye Yan brings a lot of personal emotions, which can be regarded as a touching story.
Why I say touching is because the father-in-law who was standing next to Feng Qianche secretly wiped his eyes from tears.
But Feng Qianche's expression did not change from the beginning to the end.
It wasn't until Ye Yan finished speaking that he slowly said, "Who are you talking about who can attract butterflies?"
In fact, Feng Qianche listened to it again just to hear this story.
As everyone knows, Ye Yan didn't mention it.
"Oh! It turns out that the Holy One wants to hear about her!" Ye Yan's eyebrows moved slightly, and after thinking for a while, he said: "That woman is really beautiful. She doesn't look like a local. Dressed in snow-white clothes, she looks like she fell from the sky. Like a fairy."
"Xu Aiqing, are you sure your words are not too exaggerated?" Feng Qianche squinted his eyes, a faint light shining in his deep eyes. (To be continued)