Chapter 2273: Love through the millennium (17)

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Luo thought about it, and the corner of his mouth outlined a faint smile: "I don't know why, I suddenly want to drink, I don't know if the wine made by Mo Gongzi is really so delicious? Let Feng Xiiang like it so much."
I have been there for some time, but she still hasn't seen Feng Linger.
I heard that her Yuehua Hall has guests visiting every day, singing songs every night, and resounding in the northeast corner of the deep palace.
"What kind of wine does the princess want to drink?" In the night, I watched her tender cheeks, clear eyes, and inexplicably felt the heart swaying, but he was hiding the shackles in his heart, not with the outsiders. .
"Peach blossoms, will the ink sons?" Luo Dingchen looked at his handsome face, and his memory slowly reflected his memories.
The bleak and quiet corner of the palace, a peach tree that is not tall or short.
The breeze blew, the peach petals slowly fell, a pot of sake, a toast.
"But now is not the season of peach blossoms." The night of the night squinted: "But the princess wants to drink, there is a natural way to be a good job."
When he said this, the faint light in his eyes suddenly flashed brightly.
At this moment, she heard the prompt that the system gave her a long absence.
[叮 - Good feeling plus ten, task completion is 10%. 】
The system won't lie, although she feels that she is still far away from him, but the tone of the moment tells her that at least he still puts her in the heart.
In fact, it seems that they have already come a lot.
The first accident, the second deliberate. Although the script is not as perfect as she imagined, it does not seem so bleak.
"His Royal Highness, the seven priests of the Yuehua Temple seek to see."
The voice of the palace girl interrupted their conversation, and Luo squinted and squinted, and her heart was not happy.
"Let her wait outside." She squinted, her voice with a shallow indifference.
The palace lady seems to rarely see the dust of this look, and hurriedly retreats: "Yes."
When she slowly withdrew from the inner room, the ink night only said: "Now the princess has a high fever, but the medicine still has to drink. If you feel bitter, eat two more peach nectar."
When he said this, it was like a big brother’s remarks about the little sister.
叮咛 and 叮嘱.
It seems that once upon a time, in the time and space of the millennium, they met for the first time. She is seven years old and he is fourteen years old.
Today, she is fourteen years old, but in his eyes is still only a child.
The impeccable face was tender, and the eyes of the elders to the younger generation.
She doesn't like this feeling. According to her generation, she is also a person who has lived for thousands of years. Either like it or not, my brother cares for her sister, she doesn't need it.
"Ink night, do you like Feng Linger?"
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For such a direct host, even the system sucked a sigh of relief.
She is probably such a direct person. For those who hate, they always follow the principle of being able to move their hands, and for those who like, since they can ask the answer, why bother to pinch.
That really didn't want her style, she didn't like it very much.
The ink night was obviously a glimpse, and the deep eyes stared at him for a long time, only to say: "I have no power and no power, how can I admire the Feng girl."
Luo Dianchen knows that he intends to evade, but she does not intend to give him the opportunity to see him.
In the next second, she took a deep breath and walked towards her step by step. The proud dagger looked at him and asked again: "I asked, do you like him?"