Chapter 2266 Love that Spans a Thousand Years (10)

Luo Qingchen could feel the body of the person leaning gently on her sink and slowly fall asleep.

No, he should be dead...

The snow outside the window drifted in little by little, with a touch of coolness and chill.

She lowered her head and gently hugged Mo Ye.

She didn't know what to say, whether to cry or calm down. Her blank mind slowly heard the system sound.

[Since the host's first space failed, you can now choose whether to enter the second space. ]

"Yeah."

The system's voice was very heavy, not as playful as before. It probably knew that she was in a bad mood.

[The time and space conversion will be at this time one day later, and the host can handle the next funeral. ]

After Mo Ye's death, the whole country mourned.

The entire Mo Dynasty was under her influence. She recommended several ministers to assist the country and handed the throne to Mo Lin.

That was Mo Ye's youngest nephew and the only remaining nephew.

She brought Mo Ye's tomb back to Weiguang Palace, and placed two jars of his favorite peach wine in front of him. Everything seemed so peaceful.

The maids and servants didn't know what she wanted to do, but Mo Ye's personal eunuch knew something.

"Just now, I saw the Queen asked someone to get some kerosene..." He paused, and looked at her with an old look on his wrinkled face and said, "Your Majesty only hopes for the good of the Queen in this life, and everything is based on the Queen first. I have seen so many people, but I have never seen someone as infatuated as Your Majesty."

Luo Qingchen pursed his lips, nodded lightly and said, "I know."

"So the Queen can't..." He sighed lightly and said, "The Queen... You have to live well for His Majesty."

She stopped talking, walked towards the direction of the tomb, sat down cross-legged, closed her eyes, and then slowly said, "Go down!"

"..." With a deep sigh, the eunuch slowly retreated.

She opened a pot of wine and took a sip. The air was filled with a faint peach blossom fragrance, which made people a little intoxicated.

"Then see you again in a thousand years. I wonder if you will still remember me."

She took another sip and took out a pot of kerosene and a flame from a delicate box beside her.

"I hope the scenery there is beautiful, the stories there are touching, and I hope... there is no sadness there."

She closed her eyes, blew the flame, and slowly let it fall with her fingertips loose.

In just a moment, the surroundings were instantly filled with flames. She gently picked up the tomb and held it to her chest, waiting for the shuttle of time and space.

The entire palace was instantly in another boiling, but she seemed to have lost her hearing.

'Weak Light Palace', what a nice name. So let's end where we started. There is no if in this time, so she will decide the ending of the story.

Countless noisy voices rang in my ears, as if someone kept rushing in. The fire was so big that it blinded my eyes.

"We don't owe each other anything. How about starting from the beginning?"

Even if she came, she would be the heroine. Then, let the past love, hatred, and vengeance disappear with death.

No one is wrong, neither Mo Ye nor the original owner. It is fate that is wrong. They met at the wrong time, and they will not have a good ending.

Then a thousand years later, at least let them meet at the right time.

[Ding——Congratulations to the host for successfully entering the second time and space. The male protagonist no longer has the memory of the previous life, and the host has all the memories. ]

Time?

[Winter of the twenty-eighth year of the Luo Dynasty. ]