There is wine, there are peach blossoms, and there is favorability.
Suddenly, she felt that she was in an especially good mood. The haze that had been hidden in my heart for the past few days completely dissipated, just like the iron tree in my heart suddenly bloomed.
"Since we have good wine, why not choose a beautiful place to enjoy the wind and moon." Luo Qingchen shook the peach blossom wine in her hand with an unstoppable smile on her lips.
Mo Ye thought for a moment and said, "Wear more clothes, it's windy and snowy outside."
"Um!"
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In fact, Luo Qingchen probably knew that there was no difference between this palace and the one a thousand years ago.
Even the distance between the Imperial Garden and the Shimmering Palace was so close, so she wanted to find the place under the peach blossom tree where they drank together and admired the moon a thousand years ago.
At the southwestmost location, there is a small river plank road and a water curtain next to the rockery.
A bare tree looks like an iron tree.
Luo Qingchen slowly raised her head, took a look and said, "Why don't the flowers bloom in winter?"
"Your Highness, how do you know what kind of tree this is?" Mo Ye looked a little surprised and looked at her with a faint look.
Luo Qingchen pursed her lips, thousands of years of memories flashed through her mind, and after a long time she said, "Maybe I've been here before."
"The look in your eyes shows that you have been with a very important person." Mo Ye's eyes looked a little depressed, and he said with a hint of sadness in his beautiful eyebrows: "Is it the person you miss?"
When Luo Qingchen heard this, she gently brushed the snowdrift with her right hand, leaned against the tree stump and sat down and said, "That's right!"
"Princess, are you fooling Mo Ye?" He sat next to her and chuckled: "You have been sleeping for fourteen years before you woke up."
Although he gave himself an excuse, he felt that the past was still so unpleasant.
For some reason, she suddenly wanted to know who the person she was thinking of was, even though there might not be such a person at all.
"As a destiny master, don't you believe in past and present lives?" Luo Qingchen poured a glass of wine, took a sip and said, "The cause of the past life is the result of the aftermath."
"Past life and this life..." His eyes were a little ethereal, he took Luo Qingchen's wine glass and drank it down in one gulp: "Of course it's faith."
He was right. As a destiny master, how could he not believe in past and present lives
Perhaps it is precisely because of belief that there is indelible hatred in my heart.
She drank one glass after another, with a faint blush on her fair cheeks. I don't know whether it was because of her physical weakness or some other reason, but she actually started to become a little intoxicated.
Being slightly tipsy, the sight of Mo Ye in front of him became a little blurry.
Turns out, this is what it feels like to be drunk.
It seems, not bad.
"Your Highness Princess—" Mo Ye's pleasant voice echoed in her ears. The air was filled with the strong fragrance of peach blossom wine, and wisps of white snow fell, making it look so beautiful.
"Yes." Luo Qingchen responded softly, with a silly smile.
Mo Ye just looked at her like this, and he was a little lost in thought. Even his heart was beating wildly and uncontrollably.
"you're drunk-"
"I know!" She pursed her lips and chuckled, "I'm a little dizzy."
"Let's go back!"
"No, I'm having two drinks..."
"Be good..." He raised his hand and touched her head with a doting look on his face.
She didn't know if she had seen it wrong.
"Mo Ye, I don't know how to chase someone. Can you help me tell him not to make me feel that sad." She gently grabbed his sleeves, as if she was chasing him while she was drunk. The words that were deep in my heart came out.
Mo Ye looked slightly stunned and said for a long time: "Is this the person that Your Highness is thinking of?"
"Yes!" She nodded, with a slight smile on her lips.
He did not respond immediately, but carefully picked her up and said, "Okay." (To be continued)