Imperial marriage

"What's your name?"

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"You met me two days ago..."

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"Little bastard, you bite so hard!"

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Something slipped from his eyes, and he couldn't stop it. The hot and humid liquid slid across his cheeks, but it seemed that his heart had been cut open.

"You don't need to thank Gu Huang, you are the wife hired by Gu Huang's order Jiu Lan Ming Media, and it is my responsibility to take care of you."

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"Qing'er, let's get married!"

Under the moonlight, in the flower field, a white shadow stood out, and the man sighed softly, "Whatever Qing'er wants, the Guhuang will give you."

In the early morning, he would always comb his hair and chuckle, "Is Qing'er satisfied?"

He also fits clothes for him, but every time he finishes dressing himself, he does it again...

Once upon a time, a forgotten past... He forgot, but never denied this past!

In this life, Feng Qing really didn't know what sadness felt like, but this time, she tasted it all at once.

All he knew was that from now on, there would never be another person who would call him "Qing'er" in an eloquent and gentle manner, and sighed softly, "Since Qing'er is a wife, why don't you always call your husband 'Husband'?"

Someone's crying came from beside my ears, heart-piercing.He didn't know what was wrong with him, he just felt that his heart was very painful.Really, it hurts!

The man sighed softly, "Fate, if it's over, it's over, you...sad!"

On the bed in the hall, Shen Chuyao maintained the posture of embracing the person in her arms, a layer of white and holy light emitted from her until it completely enveloped the two of them.

The beautiful long black hair was gradually dyed into snow white, and Shen Chuyao felt the extremely weak body in her arms gradually becoming alive.

The hand that was around the chest in front of him was suddenly hit by something hot.

One drop, two drops...

The thin body fell back, twitching slightly, and there was a low and suppressed sob from the tightly closed lips.

Wrapping the hands of the person in front of her, she couldn't help but increase her strength, Shen Chuyao hugged him tightly, "Baby..."

Xianchen looked at the ten-year-old child squatting on the ground in the cloud and mist. His small body looked like a small ball, but it seemed to have endured the greatest sorrow in the world.

Love has always been the most nourishing, but it is also the most hurtful.

He got up from the stone bench and came to the side of the child.

"If you can't bear it, I can help you get rid of this memory and forget the source of your sadness."

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After Xianchen finished speaking, he didn't get an answer.He knelt down, and gently stroked the small head buried in his hands, stroking gently.

The hair is soft to the touch, very real.

The child in front of him is already ten years old, this is his real age, and also the real age of this soul here.

His hair is very long, squatting on the ground, the ends are enough to touch the ground, a little black, and a little curly, his eyes look a little big on his immature face, with red pupils.

There are many layers of white cross-collar clothes wrapped around his body. This is his child.

The child conceived by that person with his own blood and blood without giving up.

"Sigh... As a Feng Clan, I don't know if it's your sorrow or luck, child, forget about him!"

The palm caressing the head glowed with a layer of white light, holy and soft.

Feng Qing felt that the grief in her heart was disappearing, and at the same time, the figure in her mind was gradually becoming blurred.

"don't want……"

Raising his hand subconsciously, knocking off the hand on his head, he jumped up from the ground, waiting for the squatting person next to him.

Xianchen looked at him and was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect his reaction to be so intense.

Besides, now, it's best for him to forget, right?

He sighed softly, "He is no longer here, why are you so persistent?"

Feng Qing looked at Xian Chen, no longer feeling kind.Even if this person helped him restore his memory, but now he wants to erase that person in his mind!

"He's gone, but he used to exist! I don't want to forget him!"

Xianchen was helpless, "You are still young, and you still have a long way to go. He is just a memory of your childhood. After thousands of years, you will always forget him."

In fact, Xianchen is not sure whether he can forget it after thousands of years, because no one has ever tried it.As for the Feng family, if love is paid, it will be as deep as the sea!

Feng Qing didn't doubt the authenticity of his words, but his eyes suddenly became quiet, he looked at the ground, his eyes were soft and firm, "I don't know if I will forget him in a thousand years, but as long as I can Remember, I will not forget him, until one day, I can no longer remember. Because, this is what I owe him. "

In the last sentence, he spoke very lightly, as if he had used all his love and tenderness to build up every trace of softness in his tone.

In this way, Xianchen can only be helpless.

Feng Qing suddenly remembered that, in fact, it might not take thousands of years.

With his current physical condition, he might disappear into this world at any time.

He thought again, what would he do if he could only remember that person in the next day, two days, or a few hours?

Do people have an afterlife?If so, should he wish to meet him again in the next life?He, is it possible to meet him again?

Xianchen suddenly spoke, "My child, my last ray of spirit in this world is here. After this time, there will be no trace of me in this world. Ah Ning... is very worried about you, so don't resent him. "

Feng Qing was suspicious, "A-Ning?"

"Your royal father, Mo Ning."

Only then did Feng Qing remember that she had two fathers.

He glanced at Xianchen lightly, and calmly said: "You should know that I am not." In fact, he is not Feng Qing, he is just a wisp of dead soul who strayed into this place.And this person is so powerful, how can he not see through his essence?

Xianchen has no way to deal with children.

Especially facing Feng Qing.

"It doesn't matter. Your time in that world is over. The only difference between you and other people who came to this world is that you remember everything."

Feng Qing just smiled calmly, "Actually, it doesn't really matter now."

Xianchen didn't say anything, just smiled, "You should leave. After this time, I can't help you anymore, you should think about it, don't you forget him?"

"Ah."

This answer is not too surprising.

Xianchen got up and approached, and took the small body into his arms.

Feng Qing's only impression is that this embrace is very comfortable, and Xian Chen smells very good.

When Feng woke up, there was still the sound of crying in his ears.

The complicated white ribbons slipped from the top of the eyes, and when he opened his eyes, he saw his mother.

"mother"

He called, feeling the changes in his body, looking at that snow-colored hair.

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God, made another big joke with him!