Luo Qingchen could feel the body of the person leaning gently on her sink, and he slowly fell asleep.
No, he should be dead...
The snow outside the window drifted in bit by bit, bringing a slight coolness and a touch of chill.
She lowered her head and hugged Mo Ye tightly.
I don’t know what to say, I don’t know whether to cry or calm down. In a blank mind, the system sound slowly entered the system.
Since the host's first space failed, it is now possible to choose whether to enter the second space.
"Um."
The sound of the system is very deep and not as playful as before. It probably also knew that she was in a bad mood.
The time and space transition is at this time one day later, and the host can handle the rest of the funeral.
After Mo Ye died, the whole country mourned.
The entire Mo Dynasty was under her power. She recommended several auxiliary ministers and handed the throne to Mo Lin.
That was Mo Ye's youngest nephew and the only remaining nephew.
She brought Mo Ye's tomb back to Shimmer Palace and placed two jars of his favorite peach blossom wine in front of her. Everything seemed so peaceful.
None of the palace ladies knew what she wanted to do, but Mo Ye's personal father-in-law knew a thing or two.
"Just now, my servant saw that the Queen asked someone to get some kerosene..." He paused, looked at her with an old look on his wrinkled face and said: "Your Majesty only wishes the best to the Queen in this life, and everything will be done with her. Your Majesty comes first. I have seen so many people, but I have never seen anyone as infatuated as Your Majesty."
Luo Qingchen pursed her lips, nodded lightly and said, "I know."
"That's why I cannot..." He sighed softly and said, "My Majesty... you must live a good life for Your Majesty."
She stopped talking and walked towards the tomb, sat down cross-legged, closed her eyes and then slowly said: "Go down!"
"..." Hearing a deep sigh, the father-in-law slowly retreated.
She opened a pot of wine and took a sip. The air was filled with the faint fragrance of peach blossoms, making people a little intoxicated.
"Then I'll see you again in a thousand years. I wonder if you will still remember me."
She took another sip and took out a basin of fire oil and a flame tongue from the exquisite box on the side.
"I hope the scenery there is beautiful, I hope the stories there are moving, I hope... it won't be sad there."
I saw her closing her eyes, blowing the tongue of fire, loosening her fingertips, and slowly lowering it.
In just this moment, the surrounding area burst into flames. She gently picked up the tomb and held it against her chest, waiting for the passage of time and space.
The entire palace instantly fell into another boiling state, but she seemed to have lost hearing.
'Twilight Palace', what a nice name. Then let's end where it starts. There is no if at this time, so she will decide the ending of the story.
Countless noisy sounds rang in my ears, as if someone was rushing in constantly. The fire was so intense that it blinded my eyes.
"We don't owe each other anything, how about starting from scratch?"
Even if she comes, then she is the heroine. Then, all the love and hatred in the past will be wiped away by death.
No one was wrong, neither Mo Ye nor the original owner. It was fate that was wrong. They met at the wrong time, and they would not end well in the end.
Then after a thousand years, at least let them meet at the right time.
Ding—Congratulations to the host for successfully entering the second time and space. The male protagonist no longer has the memory of his previous life, but the host has all the memories.
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Winter of the twenty-eighth year of the Luo Dynasty. (To be continued)