The emperor always wants to promise himself

Chapter 587
Zhen Qingping didn't understand, so he looked back, and saw a stone monument standing under a peach tree.

"You erected this stele?" He walked over curiously, squatted down and gently brushed off the petals on it, his eyes fell on the stele, and he muttered:

"The people beside the Seven-Arch Bridge speak anxiously,"

"The Tao is the cloud that covers the sun."

"I haven't seen the breeze blow the dust away,"

"Returning the king and the green mountain will never change..."

There were words at the bottom, and he stretched out his hand to touch it, when suddenly someone approached from behind and held his hand.

Zhen Qingping's eyes trembled, and he subconsciously retracted his fingers, but Nan Qingshan firmly held his hand and rubbed the words behind him.

Nan Qingshan's deep voice rang in his ears, ""Nian Qingshan", written by my friend Zhen Qingping for Nan Qingshan."

"!" Zhen Qingping gasped for breath, his heart beating like a drum.

"How...how could it be me?"

Nan Qingshan smiled: "Look at the handwriting."

Zhen Qingping's eyes suddenly widened. Just now he only thought it was familiar, but he didn't realize it. When Nan Qingshan mentioned it, he had an epiphany. Isn't this his own word?

So... what the hell is going on here?

Nan Qingshan let go of his hand and sat back at the stone table.

Zhen Qingping also came back like a ghost.

"I have never been here, let alone engraved a stone tablet." He looked blankly at the person opposite.

Nan Qingshan nodded: "I know, this is also the first time I see you in this life."

Zhen Qingping was stunned: "This life?"

"You can't say it." Nan Qingshan smiled meaningfully.

Zhen Qingping was so confused that he didn't know where to start asking, so he picked up the wine and drank it.

The two of them tacitly kept silent, just drank one sip after another, and it didn't take long for Zhen Qingping to become drunk.

He doesn't drink well, Nan Qingshan knows it.

So he didn't choose a particularly strong wine, but unexpectedly he was still drunk.

After Zhen Qingping took the last sip, the wine jar dropped from his hands and fell to the ground.

He rested his head on one hand, his eyes were foggy.

Nan Qingshan got up and walked to his side, looked at him softly, "Drunk?"

Zhen Qingping paused for a long time before saying, "No."

"Then do you know who I am?"

Nan Qingshan picked up his folding fan and raised his chin.

Zhen Qingping turned to look at him, "You...you are Nan Qingshan, I remember you."

As he spoke, he suddenly laughed, "Have I known you for a long time?"

Nan Qingshan nodded: "Well, it's been a long time."

Zhen Qingping blushed, "Why don't I remember?"

"Because you haven't met me in your life."

"Then why do you remember everything?"

Zhen Qingping seemed a little unconvinced, and stretched out his hand to grab him, but in the end he only caught a corner of his clothes. He pulled the corner of his clothes and stared at Nan Qingshan: "Are you kidding me?"

Nan Qingshan was helpless and wanted to laugh, but he hadn't seen such a childish side for a long time.

He knelt down halfway, stretched out his hand to save his sleeve, looked up at Zhen Qingping, and said softly and piously: "I won't play tricks on you, never. I was wondering if I should get close to you, but Later, I found out that the more I hide, the more I care about it.”

"Qingping, I won't leave this time."

Zhen Qingping suddenly became clear for a moment, his eyes were slightly red, his lips trembled slightly, "Really?"

Nan Qingshan was stunned: "You..."

Zhen Qingping let out a deep laugh, "I remembered."

Five words, two people, burst into tears.

"Fortunately, God has pity on you, and you will never change the king and Qingshan."

The fan fell to the ground at some point, and the peach blossoms fell lightly on the water, kissing the reflection of the overlapping clothes.

　Next episode, Xiao Qin
　　
　
(End of this chapter)