Quick Transmigration Female Lead: Male God, Never Stopping

Chapter 2276



Chapter 2276: Love transcending a thousand years (Part 20)

There was wine, peach blossoms, and affection.

She was suddenly feeling much better. The shadow in her heart over the past few days disappeared and it was like a tree had started blooming in her heart instead.

“Since there’s good wine, how about we enjoy some beautiful scenery and watch the moon?” Luo Qing Chen shook the peach blossom wine in her hand and her lips revealed a smile that couldn’t be stopped.

Mo Ye thought about it before saying, “Wear more, it’s snowing outside.”

“Un!”

Actually, Luo Qing Chen knew that this palace wasn’t that different from the one a thousand years ago.

Even the imperial gardens and the Shimmering Hall were that close. She wanted to look around and see if she could find the peach blossom tree that they used to drink under a thousand years ago.

In the most southwest position, going over a plank bridge over a small river, there was a small patch by the mountain.

There was a bare tree that was like it was made of iron.

Luo Qing Chen slowly looked up at it and said, “It won’t bloom in the winter?”

“How does your highness know what kind of tree this is?” Mo Ye had a bit of surprise in his eyes as he looked at her.

Luo Qing Chen pursed her lips as the memories of a thousand years ago filled her mind. After a while, she said, “Perhaps I’ve been here before.”

“The look in your eyes shows that you were here with a very important person.” Mo Ye’s beautiful eyes showed a bit of sadness, “Is it someone you miss?”

Luo Qing Chen heard this and wiped off the snow on a tree trunk with her right hand before saying, “It can be considered as such!”

“Is the princess playing with Mo Ye?” He sat beside her and gave a chuckle, “You were asleep for fourteen years before waking up.”

Although he gave himself an excuse, he still didn’t feel that comfortable.

Without knowing why, he wanted to know who she missed, even if this person didn’t exist.

“As a fortune teller, don’t you believe in past lives?” Luo Qing Chen poured a cup and took a sip, “The cause of the past life will affect the future.”

“Past lives……” His eyes misted over a bit before he took Luo Qing Chen’s cup to chug the wine, “Of course I believe.”

She was right, as a fortune teller, how could he not believe in past lives?

Perhaps it was because he believed that there was a hatred that couldn’t fade in his heart.

She drank cup by cup as a blush filled her white cheeks. She didn’t know if it was her body that was weak or if it was for another reason, but she was feeling a bit drunk.

When she was drunk, Mo Ye in her eyes suddenly turned a bit blurry.

It turned out that this was what it felt like to be drunk.

It didn’t seem that bad.

“Your highness.” Mo Ye’s pleasant voice rang in her ears. There was a strong scent of peach blossom wine in the air and the snowflakes fell down, looking so beautiful.

“Un.” Luo Qing Chen softly replied with a silly smile.

Mo Ye wanted to reach his hand out when he saw her like this. Even his heart couldn’t help beating wildly.

“You’re drunk.”

“I know!” She pursed her lips into a faint smile, “Just a bit dizzy.”

“Let’s go back!”

“Don’t, I still want another two cups……”

“Be good……” He patted her head with a pampering look on his face.

She didn’t know if she saw it wrong or not.

“Mo Ye, I don’t know how to chase someone. Can you help me tell him not to make me feel this bad?” She grabbed his sleeve, as if she wanted to take advantage of being drunk to say the words at the bottom of her heart.

Mo Ye was stunned. After a while, he said, “The one that your highness misses?”

“Yes!” She nodded with a faint smile on her lips.

He didn’t reply right away. Only after carefully putting her on his back did he say, “Alright.”

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