MTL - Royal Beloved Black Wife-Chapter 388 Epilogue (End) (3)

   Chapter 388 Epilogue (End) (3)

   Zhuge Ye didn't quite understand at first, but when he heard the back, he already had an answer in his heart. He lowered his eyes and smiled slightly: "Natural."

intrinsic?

  Who is born with this color?

  Chu Qianqian squinted: "Do you have any hidden disease?"

   Hidden disease... Well, that's fine.

   Zhuge Ye held up his hand wrapped into a zongzi, put his arms around her, and kissed her gently.

  Chu Qianqian was dizzy.

   Zhuge Ye refused to let her go, kissing her eyebrows, eyes, nose, red lips, collarbone...

   The hairs of the two of them are entangled, like a lifetime of obsession.

  Chu Qianqian is in the fog, I don't know where I am, and I don't know if it's a dream or an illusion.

   In the chaos of consciousness, she seemed to see Ouyang Qing.

  Ouyang Qing said, I have something to tell you.

  Yes, Ouyang Qing clearly didn't finish his words that day.

   What do you want to say? just tell me...

  Ouyang Qing's figure went further and further away.

Before    fell asleep, she seemed to hear someone whispering in her ear, "Qing'er."

  Chu Qianqian finally sensed something was wrong.

   She is aging at an unspeakable rate every day.

   Not only her, but also Zhuge Ye.

   In late autumn, their temples have grown white hair.

  Chu Qianqian was very scared.

   Zhuge Ye was very indifferent.

   "I'll comb your hair." Zhuge Ye took the comb in Chu Qianqian's hand and combed it carefully for her.

  Chu Qianqian looked at the two old faces in the bronze mirror, opened her mouth, wanted to ask him, but met his doting eyes and swallowed it again.

   At night, Zhuge slept soundly.

  Chu Qianqian got up, opened his bookcase, found a book he had read before, and studied it from beginning to end.

  This night, the mountains were windy, and this night, she burst into tears.

   One evening in November, the begonias bloomed beautifully, the yellow-orange sunset fell mottledly from the branches, and bright little flowers bloomed on the hands of the two of them.

  Chu Qianqian snuggled in his arms: "I have grown a lot of white hair again."

   Zhuge Ye lowered his head and kissed her no longer smooth forehead: "Less than mine."

  Chu Qianqian smiled lightly: "Thank you."

   "Thank me for what?" Zhuge Ye asked softly.

  Thank you for exhausting your two lives, for us to be inseparable for once.

  Chu Qianqian wet her eyes: "Ouyang Qing is right, I regret it, I regret that she was too light, the first time she saw me, she should have killed me!"

   Zhuge Ye stiffened: "What nonsense?"

  Chu Qianqian didn't answer her, she burst into tears with a smile: "Your Majesty, am I beautiful?"

   Zhuge Ye looked at her seriously: "Pretty."

  Chu Qianqian smiled: "You too."

   Just like that cold windy night many years ago, he lifted her veil.

"is it beautiful?"

"pretty."

"You too."

   "Qianqian." He said, "We will be husband and wife in our next life."

  Chu Qianqian burst into tears: "In the next life, I will not recognize you in the next life."

   He pressed his forehead against her: "I will find you."

  Don't find me again, don't learn forbidden songs again, don't change your life against the sky again.

  Everything, it's over at this moment!

  Chu Qianqian looked at him who had been used by the soothing incense, and took out the flute from his arms.

  Smoke shrouded the entire dusk.

  Ouyang Qing stepped on the clouds and came: "Are you sure you want to seal his memory like this?"

  Chu Qianqian nodded: "I hope in the next life, he won't find me again."

   "You will lose your life. Your life in this life is long gone, and it will cost you your next life." Ouyang Qing said sternly.

  Chu Qianqian nodded again: "I know, I will be a short-lived ghost in my next life, but so what? It's better than dragging him down all the time."

  Your Majesty, forget me, forget Qinger, and forget Nahede.

   "Nahede!" Outside the mausoleum, Emperor Jingren looked at the Queen of Skeletons who had just climbed out of the tomb, and burst into tears, "I've been waiting for you! I've finally been waiting for you!"

  Nahede's hand bones stained with dust, slowly wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes: "Your Majesty, the concubine is back."

  Emperor Jing Ren was not frightened by the appearance of the skeleton at all. He pressed her hand and put it on his face: "It's good to be back! It's good to be back!"

   "Your Majesty, your concubine is a lifeless person. For every day that your concubine lives, Your Majesty will live one less day."

   "I know, I'm not afraid."

   On the 27th day of November 27, 172, the Great Wednesday, the emperor passed away, and the whole country mourned.

  Prince Zhuge Yi ascended the throne and made Zhuge Xi the regent.

   In December of the same year, the emperor and the empress were buried together in the imperial mausoleum.

   It's another year of good autumn weather, but Prince Ling's mood is very unhappy. He had just won the crown yesterday, and the old lady couldn't wait to find a marriage for him, and the object was the daughter of Prime Minister Chen, the nemesis of Prince Ling's mansion.

  Then Ms. Chen didn't say anything, she was sloppy, but all the good-looking men were pursued by her, and among them, several of them were friends!

   Marry her back, can you not be laughed out of your teeth?

   But the old lady said that his birthday was special, and he could only find a pure yin daughter to match, and looking at the world, only the straw bag met the conditions.

   But how could he marry a straw bag?

   Or a sloppy straw bag?

  The indignant Prince Ling, after discussing with several unreliable friends, decided to do nothing and kill him!

   "Ah—" When Chen Qinlan was eating shrimp, he suddenly rolled his eyes and died of poison.

   "Miss! Miss!" Bi Zhu shook Chen Qinlan's arm, "Wuwu...Miss, what's wrong with you, Miss? Don't scare the servants!"

After being shaken a hundred times, Chen Qinlan coughed violently and coughed out the shrimp ball stuck in his throat: "The prime minister's house is not safe, someone wants to harm me... That... Am I engaged to Prince Ling? He Handsome or not? Handsome! Hurry up! Prepare the sedan chair, this young lady will marry into Prince Ling's mansion tonight!"

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