Luo Qingchen thought for a while, then a faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth and said, "I don't know why, but I suddenly want to drink. I wonder if the wine made by Mr. Mo is really so delicious? It makes Aunt Feng like it so much."
It had been some time since she came here, but she still hadn't seen Feng Ling'er.
I heard that guests would visit her Yuehua Palace every day, and her music and music could be heard in the northeast corner of the palace every night.
"What kind of wine would you like to drink, princess?" Mo Ye looked at her tender cheeks and clear eyes, and felt an inexplicable throbbing in his heart, but he firmly hid this throbbing in his heart and did not tell anyone about it. .
"Peach Blossom Brewing, can Young Master Mo do it?" Luo Qingchen looked at his handsome face, and memories from the past slowly emerged in her memory.
In a desolate and quiet corner of the palace, there is a peach blossom tree that is neither tall nor short.
The breeze blows, the peach blossom petals slowly fall, a pot of sake, toasting to each other.
"But now is not the season for peach blossoms to bloom." Mo Ye squinted his eyes and said, "But even if the princess wants to drink, I will naturally find a way."
When he said this, the dim light in his eyes suddenly flashed with brightness.
And at this moment, she heard the long-lost prompt tone given to her by the system.
Ding—the favorability is increased by ten, and the task completion rate is ten percent.
The system doesn't lie to people. Although she feels that she is still far away from him, the beep at this moment tells her that at least he still cares about her.
In fact, if you think about it carefully, they seem to have done a lot.
The first time was an accident, the second time was deliberate. Although the script wasn't as perfect as she imagined, it didn't seem that bleak either.
"Your Highness the Princess, the Seventh Nanny of Yuehua Palace would like to see you."
The palace maid's voice interrupted their conversation, and Luo Qingchen frowned slightly, feeling a little unhappy.
"Let her wait outside." She half-squinted her eyes, with a slight indifference in her tone.
The palace maid seemed to rarely see Luo Qingchen like this, so she quickly backed away and said, "Yes."
When she slowly exited the inner room, Mo Ye just said: "Although the princess's high fever has subsided, she still needs to drink medicine. If she feels bitter, just eat two more peach blossom preserves."
When he said this, it was like a big brother speaking to his little sister.
Admonitions and exhortations.
It was as if they had met for the first time, a thousand years ago, when she was seven and he was fourteen.
Now, she is fourteen years old, but in his eyes she is still just a child.
There was gentleness on that impeccable face, and the look in the eyes of an elder towards a younger one.
She doesn't like this feeling. According to her seniority, she can be considered a person who has lived for thousands of years. Either you like it or you don't, she doesn't need her brother's care for her sister.
"Mo Ye, do you like Feng Ling'er?"
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For such a direct host, even the system took a breath of cold air.
She is probably such a straightforward person. She has always followed the principle of being silent when it comes to those who hate her. But for those she likes, since she can ask for the answer, there is no need to be coy.
That really doesn't look like her style, and she doesn't like it very much.
Mo Ye was obviously startled. He stared at him deeply for a long time, and then he said, "I have no power, so how can I be qualified to admire Miss Yu Feng?"
Luo Qingchen knew that he intended to avoid it, but she did not intend to give him this opportunity to judge him.
The next second, she took a deep breath, walked towards her step by step, nodded proudly, looked at him and asked again: "What I'm asking is, do you like him?" (To be continued)