She had thought about ten thousand chances for them to meet again, but she never imagined that it would end like this.
Mo Ye now feels strange to her, probably because of the Mo Ye she saw in her memory or in her eyes. His dark eyes would always reflect her figure.
But now, she felt that there was an indescribable darkness in those beautiful eyes, as well as unspeakable complex emotions.
After she said she didn't want to hear it, Mo Ye didn't say anything else. He just held her quietly and walked through the imperial garden. The petals of plum blossoms flew down, with a touch of sadness.
Returning to the Shimmer Palace, she thought about it and still felt that what she just said was too stiff.
After sitting firmly, she looked at him and said, "Mr. Mo, you were a little impatient when you spoke just now. I still want to thank you for sending me back."
"It is only natural to escort the princess to safety, and it is also the responsibility of everyone on duty in the palace." What he said was polite, but it made people feel distant and strange. "
"I heard that Mr. Mo is the Master of Destiny. I don't know why I like this palace and want to become a winemaker." Her indirect question was just to confirm the doubt in her mind.
Does he really like brewing wine, or... or does he do it for Feng Ling'er
She didn't have to believe those rumors. As long as he said he didn't believe it, she wouldn't believe it.
After all, this man knew clearly that someone was deliberately trying to harm him a thousand years ago, but even in the end, he was still happy with it.
Time travel, a thousand years of love.
Even though such a long thousand years had passed, even though he no longer had those dust-laden memories deep in his mind.
But she didn't believe that she would fall in love with Feng Ling'er before she met her, before she knew her, before she understood her.
She didn't believe it—
"I just heard that Miss Feng likes fruit wine, so I came to this palace to find a job and make some delicious wine for her."
Luo Qingchen didn't know what her reaction was at the moment, but she was just stunned in place, unable to say a word.
Until Eunuch Li walked in and sent a message to Feng Ling'er. It seemed that the plum wine Mo Ye brewed for her last night was very popular with her, so she summoned him to Yuehua Palace.
"Your Highness, I have resigned from this humble position." He bowed his hands in salute, as if he had received some great good news, full of expectations, and unwilling to stay at all.
"Young Master Mo—" Luo Qingchen pursed her lips, and a hint of unwillingness flashed through her clear, watery eyes.
This is the first time I have this feeling, standing on the same level as a 'female supporting character', telling those bad things about the 'female protagonist'.
She had never been in such a position, and it wasn't a good feeling.
"Although I don't wake up for many days, I occasionally heard the palace maids say that Fengling... Aunt Feng's stroke in Chang'an City was not very good. Why..."
"Your Highness, she is your aunt." Mo Ye interrupted her directly, with a faint dark light in his deep eyebrows, and said with thin lips: "No matter what others say about her, you can't say that. .”
Such a childish face and such clear eyes should not be mixed with these messy things.
But for Luo Qingchen, such a sentence was so important.
It was so severe that her nose felt sore and she almost shed tears.
For her who has a complete memory, for the lives of more than a hundred members of the Luo family that are etched in her mind.
Life is too light, soul is too heavy.
They had long forgotten the memories of thousands of years ago, but she had not.
For her, her soul is too heavy... (To be continued)