Chapter 230: Dragon and Phoenix in Yueqing Palace 3
As soon as the word "lifetime" entered King Qi's consciousness, he was startled. Lifetime, what a ridiculous idea. He is a king, a high-ranking king, how can a woman have his life? How long is a life, how can he
Why would he have so many ridiculous thoughts and actions towards the woman in front of him?
The red candles in the room were like a dream, and the gauze hanging high. On such a quiet night, the slender figure in the candlelight just hit his heart, making his heart hurt for no reason. Yes, it was.
A pain, heartache that has been absent for a long time.
The man in the shadow of the light and candle is wearing short clothes and a beard, with silk as straight as his hair, and his hair hanging down. His hair is as curly as a bow, and his hair is wavy. How strange he must be, but he has an incomparably familiar look.
It felt like he had looked at her like this millions of years ago. Maybe millions of years ago, they were separated from each other. Who knows? Who can tell?
He slowly stepped forward, walked over, walked over. He stretched out his hand, raised it, and dropped it...
She slowly raised her head,
The oval-shaped face is like a blooming peony flower. Under the smooth and jade-like forehead, the two curved willow eyebrows are as dark as midnight, with a pair of eyes as wide as midnight, and a faint smile floating there.
Cherry small mouth edge.
her eyes, her eyes,
Yin Qi felt that his soul stopped making noise in an instant.
His breathing almost stopped.
Her eyes were like smoke, and in the faint moonlight, it seemed as if a star had fallen into her eyes.
It makes people unable to control themselves when they look at it, and makes people feel ashamed of themselves when they look at it.
Her eyes, her?
Yin Qi felt that time suddenly reversed in front of him. He seemed to be back by the clear water six years ago, that slave girl in ragged clothes, that slave girl who was like an elf. That...
Oh my god, this is not a dream, isn’t this a dream?
The person in the dream, the person deep in his soul, she, is she back again? Is she really back again?
Yinqi couldn't believe his eyes. He shook his head. In the shadow of the candlelight, the smiling person was still there. Oh my god, she was back, she was back. She heard his call, she was back, she was back again.
Back to him. Does she also know that he can't live a day without her? Oh my God, God, God.
A wave of ecstasy swept over Inqi's entire mind in an instant.
He stretched out his trembling hands and touched the face that made him heartbroken. It was her, it was her, it was her, it was her face, such a smooth feeling, such a warm touch, such a familiar breath. Oh my god, it was.
She, it's her, it's her.
My basil, my spirit, my lover, my...
Yin Qi couldn't restrain his ecstasy and trembling. He shouted wildly in his heart, his eyes were intoxicated and mad, and he stared at her with such fervor. His throat seemed to be blocked by cotton.
Normally, he wants to shout, he wants to shout, but no matter how violent the storm is in his heart, his face changes in thousands of ways, and no sound comes out of his mouth, and his hands and feet feel like they are tied.
He couldn't move at all.
"you?"
Yue Nu raised her head in surprise. For such a long time, King Qi stared at her like this while uncovering her head. The expression on his face made her feel inexplicable and a little confused. What happened to him?
Is there something on her face? Why is he so strange? Is there something wrong with him? When I came to Qi Palace, I didn't hear anyone say it. But, he, he is really strange. But I don't know why, just
Such a strange King Qi made her feel a little heartbroken.
Yes, it was heartache. She actually felt heartache for him. Why? Wasn't he a stranger before this? But why did she feel a trace of heartache when she saw his expression.
Yes, it's heartache, and headache, yes, she has a headache again. Oh my God, no. She won't commit her old habits at this time, right? Isn't she still asleep? Isn't she not in her dream?
? Why does she also have a headache?
Yue Nu's face became paler and paler, and her headache was extremely painful.
At this moment, she saw King Qi in front of her. It was like he woke up from a dream. He shouted and stretched out his arms. The next second, she fell into a pair of iron arms.
. He hugged her so tightly, as if she was holding something lost and found. So tight, so tight, so tight that she felt like her bones were about to break.
His face was so close to hers that the thick beard pricked her face and itchy her cheeks. Just when she wanted him to stay away from her, she felt a warm feeling.
The liquid flowed onto her face. The warm liquid dripped into her mouth. It was astringent and bitter. They were tears. Oh my god, they were tears. King Qi's tears. King Qi cried.
Yue Nu's heart was filled with shock. No one had ever told her that a man's tears were so shocking. Oh my God, he was crying. Why was he crying?
She also heard the words he murmured, "Benghao, Bashao..."
As soon as the word Penghao entered Yue Nu's ears, she felt a pain in her heart for no reason. What is this? Is this a person's name? Why, why, does she feel heartache? Does she know this person?
"Ling'er, Ling'er, my Ling'er..."
This man in tears, this man who hugged her tightly, she heard him shouting one word, that is Ling'er, Ling'er, Yue Nu's heart was shocked. This name, this name that made her familiar
Name. This name is really not unfamiliar to her. This name has been with her in her dreams for six spring and autumn years.
She thought of that dream again, the dream that had haunted her for six years...
The earth is green, the river is sparkling, and among the green trees and flowers, there are two figures embracing each other.
The woman seemed to be shouting the man's name. She was shouting so softly and tenderly.
The man's loud laughter said, "Silly Linger." The man kissed the woman's cheek tenderly and said to her, "My Silly Linger."
He hugged her and said repeatedly, "No, just call me Ling'er, my Ling'er."
He said, "Stop talking, let me take a good look at you. I miss you. I have been dreaming about you every day these days. Ling'er, hold me tight, I'm cold, my heart is so cold."
He said, "Okay, okay, I won't say it anymore. I won't say this anymore. Stop crying, it will break my heart if you cry."
He hugged the woman tightly, and the last words he said were, "Soon, I will pick you up, and by then no one will be able to separate the two of us. Be obedient."
In a blink of an eye, the man disappeared. On the edge of the vast pool, there was only the long-haired woman sitting there alone. Tears flowed from her eyes, flowed out, and flowed down to the deep hole at her feet.
Tanli...
"Ling'er, Ling'er, my Ling'er."
Yue Nu heard the man who was holding her tightly and crying. He was still calling that name, Ling'er, yes, it was Ling'er. He was really the man in the dream, with the same tenderness and the same
The infatuation is the same...
Oh my god, the man in her dream is really King Qi. Why? Why? Why is there him in her dream? Why?
"Penghao, Ling'er..."
This man, this man holding her, this king of Qi, is really confusing. He calls her Penghao, and he calls her Linger. Who is Penghao? Who is Linger?
Yue Nu felt that her bones were going to be crushed by this rude man. She had to remind him that she was not the basil in his mouth, nor the Ling'er. She was Yue Nu, the princess of the Quanrong tribe.
She really doesn't know if she is right or wrong in coming here. Can she really find the reality of that dream here?
"Your Majesty, I am Yue Slave."
"Yuenu, aren't you Penghao?"
Yinqi let go of his hand. What did the person in his arms say? She said she was not Penghao. He lowered his head and looked at the little person in his arms. She was only as high as his shoulders. She was frowning at this time.
Look at him.
"You're not Penghao? You're not? You?"
Yin Qi looked at the white-faced little man in his arms with hesitation and hurt.