Quick Transmigration Female Lead: Male God, Never Stopping - Chapter 2074

[Chapter 2074 Deep Palace Sake Peach Blossom Drunk (48)]

Feng Qianche’s eyes trembled slightly, and the words “I don’t want to” echoed in her ears constantly.

In fact, he is capable enough to protect her, and he doesn’t care about other people’s gossip.

Seeing her, she cared more about him, and directly made up a lie.

A… lie that filled his heart with warmth and emotion.

Luo Qingchen walked unhurriedly in front of the girl who had just played the guzheng, and the girl saluted respectfully and made way for her.

System, do me a favor.

[Ding——Deduct 1000 points of exchange value, and get the system to help once! ]

…

The further back the space-time plane is, the lower her demand for exchange value becomes.

After all, she, who has a blank memory, has become stronger through countless tribulations.

The system probably sensed what she wanted, and opened his mouth directly.

However, she didn’t care, she just snorted arrogantly in her heart and said to the system: “Rise up the price by sitting on the ground, taking advantage of others’ danger.”

She withdrew all her emotions, her brows were slightly frowned, and her eyes were as calm as water.

Snowflakes fell in the sky one by one, mixed with peach blossom petals floating around, which looked so beautiful.

Once upon a time, the original owner who had always loved peach blossoms was cruelly discarded by Rong Muling even the only pot of peach blossoms.

But now, Feng Qianche gave her the entire peach grove in the East Palace.

She should say sorry to the original owner, because she wanted to bid farewell to the dull feeling in her heart after seeing Rong Mu’s listening in the future.

“My sister has always been a very gentle person.” Luo Qingchen raised her hands lightly, plucked the ancient strings twice and said: “Unfortunately, her life is bitter, and what she meets is not Beloved.”

She plucked the strings again, as if telling a story, allowing everyone present to blend into this atmosphere.

“This song is dedicated to the elder sister who went to see it desperately. I hope she can be accompanied and cared for in the next life.”

That year, the Changjie was full of spring, and riding a horse together in the misty rain was like a dream.

Hiding from the rain under the eaves, looking into a pair of deep eyes, like the breeze of Huashan with fine snow.

The rain is slightly cool, and the wind blows through the dark fragrance.

For a moment, my heart throbbed, like your gentle sword edge, passing by like a frightened bird.

…

While she was singing, suddenly, a few butterflies landed on her strings.

They dance lightly in the scene of white snow and peach blossoms, so beautiful.

At this moment, everyone present was stunned. Could it be that this is the so-called spells of cultivators? Luo Qingchen , on the other hand

, has fully integrated into the atmosphere of this song. In her opinion, this song can probably completely tell… the

life of the original owner… The lingering lights reflect a pair of picturesque faces, just like the gentle old dream of cardamom branches. I didn’t know each other, and suddenly my thoughts surged. I hope that your white clothes are as old as before, and your expression is a bit frozen, who knows that I am panicked. Maybe I should pretend to be crazy while I’m drunk, and leave a touch of red lips in your arms. … Outside the mountain gate, the snow brushed over the white clothes and melted at the fingertips.

Bearing a long sword, let me ask you what to do in such a huge world.

So far in this life, I have ridiculed myself like a joke.

Wishful thinking has a beginning and an end.

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If you have been in the same heart with others, why bother me to give you the wrong love.

Could it be that seeing me lost my mind, you are actually moved.

Fortunately, after years of floating in the world of mortals, this heart is already riddled with holes.

How can I be afraid that you will use thinness as a blade to add a crack, but it won’t hurt.

It is better to bury the past in the wind, use the long sword as a monument and frost and snow as a tomb.

If the mistake in this life is meeting each other, seek a good death.

…

After waking up from the dream, he fell, his body was smashed to pieces, and he disappeared without a trace.

[End of This Chapter]