At this moment, everyone around them took a breath of cold air. Even Chen Xi and Wang Yan, who were making a lot of noise with each other, were stunned for a moment.
She actually... How dared to directly call out the life of the current Holy Emperor so boldly.
Could it be that she really thinks that with a little martial arts she can do whatever she wants? This is the palace, and even if she is a peerless master, she cannot escape.
"Qing...Sister Qing..." Xiaoyue's face became even paler, and even her lips could not feel the slightest trace of blood.
She knew that she was conceited and proud, and she also knew that she had abilities and courage that others did not have.
But... she couldn't shout out... Feng Di's full name!
Feng Qianche's eyes were half-squinted, and after a long time, he finally raised his head and walked towards her direction step by step.
"Your Majesty, please don't go there..."
Feng Qianche's cold eyes were narrowed, and his whole body exuded an extremely powerful aura, making the people around him afraid to look directly at him.
Only Luo Qingchen...
She just looked at him seriously, a look that lasted forever.
"Miss Qing... stop talking!" Ye Yan frowned tightly. It was probably impossible to exchange one life for another now.
I don’t know why she wants to die like this, but she has to say this...
"There was a man who made a wish with a Kongming lantern and said something particularly emotional." Luo Qingchen tilted her head slightly, with a flash of tears in her eyes and said: "In my dream, the flowers are blooming, and I am waiting for you to come; Hands, stay with me."
…
Silence, silence, deathly silence.
In the white snow, she smiled slightly with clear eyes, looking at him with such familiar eyes.
Feng Qianche was startled and stood numbly on the spot. Deep in his heart that had long since rotted, he slowly peeled off a young leaf. A few seconds later, a light pink peach blossom bloomed on the leaf. This was the most true reflection of his heart.
Seeing that he didn't speak, Luo Qingchen slowly raised the Fengwu Sword in his hand, curled his lips and said with a smile: "We couldn't decide the winner when we first met by the Wei River, why don't we have a competition?"
Snowflakes are flying and falling, and petals are flying in the peach forest ten miles away.
In an instant, he strode forward and walked in the direction of Luo Qingchen.
Everyone looked horrified, and they saw him flicking his right hand, grabbing her snow-white ribbon, and hugging her into his arms.
In fact, he has been waiting for a miracle.
Because she once told her that she was not the real Miss Luo family, but just a soul given to her body.
The fire burned away her body, but it could not burn away her soul.
He was waiting, waiting very hard. every moment…
"Feng Qianche..." She could feel the strength of his arms, as if he was using all his strength in his life to hug her, so hot.
"Well..." He murmured, with endless trembling in his voice.
"I'm back… "
He didn't respond to her, he just held her tightly, no matter when or where.
There will always be only her place in my heart, no matter when she will come back or the date of her return...
After an unknown amount of time, he gently let her go.
No matter Chen Xi or Wang Yan who were noisy just now, or Xiaoyue and Ye Yan who were kneeling on the ground to fight for life and death, or Mo Hu, the leader of the Imperial Guard, no one said a word.
Because probably everyone present except Mo Hu had never seen Feng Qianche like this before.
He is no longer a cold-blooded emperor, but an ordinary person with flesh and blood and emotions. (To be continued)