Chapter 2950: Counterattack in the Deep Palace: Revenge of the Little Palace Maid (58)

"Song Nanmo..." Luo Qingchen had probably never seen him like this before.

Those deep, ink-like eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes, which made people feel particularly distressed.

He closed his eyes, slowly raised his right hand, grabbed her wrist, and moved it in his direction.

This was the first time she felt his broad chest since she came here.

What hits your nose is a faint scent of sandalwood, which is very light and smells great.

But his arms holding her were shaking a little, as if he couldn't keep the person in his heart with all his strength.

"I won't let you go -" he spoke in a low and hoarse voice word by word, speaking next to her ear: "Unless I die, I will never let you go..."

He didn't know how he could keep her, but he knew there was absolutely no way he could see her leave the Forbidden City.

To travel that far away and marry someone else.

"Fool—" Luo Qingchen gently rubbed his chest and said, "I'm stronger than you think. Let's make an agreement, okay?"

Song Nanmo trembled slightly, looking at her clear watery eyes, feeling very uncomfortable.

This kind of discomfort is not the ordinary kind of discomfort, but it is that the person you love is clearly in front of you, but you can't do anything about it and you have to send her away.

"I won't die, and you don't want to die either." Luo Qingchen nodded and looked at him and said, "There are so many bad guys still alive, how can we die."

Some love may not necessarily require staying together forever, but it must be connected.

That means you understand me and I understand you.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." Song Nanmo said sorry three times in a row, but did not say what he was sorry for.

I'm sorry that I can't be by your side and spend the rest of my life with you.

I'm sorry that I couldn't make you happy, and I have to watch you marry someone else.

I'm sorry that you have such an identity in this life. Even death can't exchange for your freedom and happiness.

Luo Qingchen curled her lips and smiled, shook her head and said, "It doesn't matter."

She probably knew all the sorry things he didn't say.

Because it’s Song Nanmo, it doesn’t matter. Even if I live in a different country for the rest of my life, I will look up at the same starry sky.

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On the day Luo Qingchen got married in the name of the eldest princess, Song Nanmo did not show up.

In fact, no matter what agreement they had, he could never allow himself to watch her leave.

He took the Shangfang sword given by the late emperor at home, and planned to kill gods and Buddhas when he met them.

But before he could leave the mansion, he was surrounded by people sent by the emperor.

After all, he couldn't do anything for her, but instead asked her to protect him... His family was in good hands.

No one knows what happened in the backyard of the Song family's mansion that day. They only know that Song Nanmo was covered in injuries when he came out. Feng Yu ordered him to be grounded for three months, and he would be reinstated after his injuries healed.

In the past three months, Song Nanmo has basically changed. He is still so gentle and self-disciplined, but the books he reads have changed from the Analects of Confucius to military books.

Some said he was too weak, others said he was crazy.

But only he knows that he is more awake than anyone else. There has never been a moment in my life when I was so awake like now.

Three months later, the small country was in turmoil. He took the initiative to reinstate the situation and asked to lead the troops to calm it down.

Feng Yu looked at his features for a long time, but still didn't see the reason.

That young man who was already very thoughtful was becoming increasingly incomprehensible to him now.

"Why do you want to lead troops?" In the Hall of Taihe, Feng Yu narrowed his eyes dangerously and said, "You want to go to the battlefield?"