Feng Qingge stared deeply at Xue Xichen, whose cheeks were flushed. Her eyes were tainted with the smell of alcohol. Her gaze became more and more distracted. Feng Qingge touched the top of Xue Xichen's hair and said softly: "Tongtong .'Yi Qing' has great staying power. You are drunk."
"Are you drunk? It doesn't matter if you are drunk."
Xue Xichen drank bowl after bowl of wine, not paying attention to Feng Qingge's worried face. She laughed and said: "Today I have wine and I am drunk today. I will be worried tomorrow and worry tomorrow. Qingge, your wine is so good." I want to get so drunk that the breeze and the moon shine brightly. Why don’t we go up to the rooftop and drink.”
Feng Qingge looked at Xue Xichen's exquisite palace clothes. Then she looked at the palace's cornices and glazed tiles. "Are you sure?"
Xue Xichen laughed loudly. "Why not."
"Okay. Come with me."
If she wanted it, he would let her. Feng Qingge took Xue Xichen's hand, held the wine jar, jumped up to the roof, sat down gracefully, put down the wine jar, and Xue Xichen fell into his chest. Lazy She leaned proudly against his chest, with his hands around her waist. She held the wine jar and raised her head to drink heavily. "We will never get home unless we get drunk tonight."
"Drink less."
Feng Qingge held her wrist. Xue Xichen struggled and moved away. She leaned half on his shoulder. Her eyes stained by strong alcohol were watery. "Qingge, you drink with me," she said. Then she brought the wine jar to Feng Qingge's lips and took a big gulp from him.
The hand holding her waist suddenly became a little stronger.
"Tongtong... do you still remember... that night before the expedition? We used to drink on the roof of the palace like today..."
"That night. What night."
"Do you still remember... that night, I asked you if you wanted to leave. As long as you want to leave, I will let you go... to the end of the world... Ren Qing Xiaoyao..."
"Phantom..." Xue Xichen suddenly smiled. "No, you are not the Phantom. That night, you came to me dressed as the Phantom. Feng Qingge, you are really dishonest."
"Yes. I am indeed very dishonest." Feng Qingge laughed at herself. "That night, you told me that the woman fell in love with that man... Actually, I didn't tell you that the man also fell in love with that woman... "
Xue Xichen was silent. A bitter smile appeared on her lips. "I have forgotten about such a long time ago..."
"Really?" Feng Qingge was silent. She gently brushed the hair on Xue Xichen's cheek with her fingers and whispered slowly, "Tongtong. On the battlefield. Do you still remember the mandala you embroidered for me?"
Her fingers inadvertently touched the inner sleeve of the red robe. Xue Xichen looked surprised. Her fingertips traced the delicate pattern outlined by the embroidery thread bit by bit. The mandala flew together. She had embroidered it for him with her own hands. .After so many years, I didn’t expect that he still preserved the clothes from back then.
"Every cold moonlit night, whenever I miss you, I will pick up this dress and touch the mandala on it. I will miss your voice and smile, and recall our past bit by bit..."
She has not forgotten. She will not forget. Every bit of the past is so deeply engraved in her mind. How could she forget...
Xue Xichen didn't answer. He just raised the wine jar in his hand. "The king will not come to court early tomorrow. It's feasible."
While Feng Qingge reached out to catch the wine jar, she hugged Xue Xichen's waist tightly and replied affectionately, "For your sake, of course."
Some words are sincere and come from the heart. When they are heard in Xue Xichen's ears, all kinds of mixed feelings are mixed in her heart. They are sour and astringent. There is an indescribable taste.
"Always make the king not go to court early..."
Feng Qingge laughed softly. The sound made people's hearts tremble. The smile made Xue Xichen's cheeks burn. She laughed so much that Xue Xichen suddenly wanted to run away.
She is a concubine...she is not his concubine...her identity is his concubine...but she is not his real concubine...
"Because of the wine. Or because of me."
Xue Xichen's eyes raised a beautiful arc. Clear waves passed over his face like water.
She shouldn't have asked this question.
However, she finally couldn't help but ask.
If it was Wang Yingjun's identity, she didn't dare to ask; if it was Xue Xichen's identity, she was not qualified to ask.
It was she who rejected Feng Qingge; it was she who told him that he and she would eventually become strangers.
She was the first to let go of his hand. Now, who has her right to ask him this question.
However, she still asked.
Maybe it was because the moonlight was so beautiful tonight. Maybe it was because the "Yi Qing" liquor was too strong. Maybe it was because the people around her were too gentle. She was paralyzed and asked questions from her mouth.
"There is no wine in the world that can keep me drunk forever."
Feng Qingge laughed. The laughter echoed loudly above the palace. The sound spread far away.
Xue Xichen glanced at him. "You are not afraid of being loud and attracting the guards. Seeing your image on the roof. Don't forget. You are the king of a country."
"So what if the king of a country is a king? A king of a country is also a human being. A king of a country also has his joys, sorrows and joys. I have ordered them all to leave. No one is allowed to disturb. No one will come in tonight..."
"Qingge... I miss your beggar chicken..."
"You want to eat beggar's chicken."
Feng Qingge showed a happy expression. "Okay. You wait for me. I will go to the imperial kitchen to steal some rice and ingredients, and then find a chicken to cook for you." After that, he stood up and wanted to leave.
Xue Xichen's expression was dull for a moment. She couldn't help but hold Feng Qingge's arm. "You are serious."
Feng Qingge turned her face. Her eyes were bright and sparkling with excitement. "Why not."
"But..." Xue Xichen frowned and looked at the excited person in front of her. "You are the emperor..."
"So what about the Emperor? The Emperor is also a human being. The Emperor also wants to please the woman he loves." Feng Qingge's eyes were filled with dazzling expression. Her eyes smeared with alcohol were even brighter and more attractive.
"..." Looking at his bright and moving eyes and feeling the deep affection in his heart, Xue Xichen instantly lost all ability to speak.
She knew. He was serious.
"Qingge. Do you miss your old life?"
"Miss you."
"Why. You were of noble birth. Back then you drank blood on the battlefield and lived a precarious life. Now you have returned and ascended to the throne of God. Why do you miss the abject life you had back then."
Beggar's chicken...that's something only beggars eat.
Feng Qingge stroked her hair with a big palm. Her movements were gentle. Her answer was simple. "Because you like it."
Because you like it. So I like it. Because you want it. So I am willing to achieve it for you.
Xue Xichen was stunned and speechless. She stared blankly at Feng Qingge, who was very close at hand. His eyes were shining with a dazzling light. It suddenly reminded her of the first time she met him a long, long time ago. when……
At that time...he was smiling like this...looking at her...