The Concubine Queen of the Phoenix: Your Majesty spoils his wife excessively

Chapter 242 The man in the dream, past and present [2]

Ye Wuqing said: "Sit on the chair and close your eyes."

Qingqing looked outside the door, turned around and sat down, and slowly closed her eyes.

I don't know what Ye Wuqing did, but my consciousness gradually drifted away...

There was a dark mist in front of her eyes, she stretched out her hand to push away the mist, trying to take a closer look——

The light and fluttering body is like the mist, moving with the wind in the boundless space.

Until she stood still, the fog miraculously disappeared.

"This is……"

Looking at the tall Buddha beside her and the fireworks all over the sky behind her, Qingying was too shocked to speak.

A large number of red lanterns are hung under the peach trees in the yard, and the sky is full of blooming fireworks, bright and gorgeous.

The fireworks exploded and the peach blossoms fell.

In the rain of flowers, a purple shadow gradually became clear.

"Chu Yang?" Qingying looked at the shadow and called him tentatively.

The flowers and rain were flying, and that purple shadow became real, with a beautiful face, glass-like purple eyes, and long black hair like a flowing spring, smiling at her at this moment.

"Chu Yang!" Qingyao hurriedly ran out, hanging under the red lantern of the peach tree, she tremblingly said: "Chu Yang, is that you?"

"Shuang'er—"

Chu Yang smiled, and then said: "Shuang'er, I'm here to find you."

"...Chu Yang." Qingying widened her eyes, looked at the person in front of her, and murmured: "It's been seven years, and it's been seven years since you left me."

"I have been waiting for you for seven years." Chu Yang raised his hand, picked off the fallen flowers from her hair, and smiled softly: "I know, there will be a day when you want to see me, so I have been waiting."

"I, I couldn't see you for the last time, so I can only use this method... Chu Yang, I'm sorry." She lowered her head, thinking of the fire again.

She stood outside and Chu Yang was inside.

Knowing that Chu Yang was going to die, she was powerless and could only watch Chu Yang leave—this feeling, powerlessness, sadness, tearing pain, could not be forgotten day and night.

"I don't blame you, it's my destiny." He smiled, turned around and broke off a peach blossom, "This is the last time we meet, I've been wandering between yin and yang for seven years, and it's time to leave."

Looking at the flower that bloomed just right, Qingying slowly continued: "Chu Yang, I am ashamed of you. If there is an afterlife, I am willing to bear all the pain in this life for you."

"Okay, I promise you in the next life, I will take care of you and give you all my love."

Deep in her purple eyes, Chu Yang looked at the sky full of fireworks and peach blossoms with no regrets, "I should go, this is my dream, the dream of my whole life..."

"Chu Yang—" Qingyao wanted to grab him, but her palm was empty.

Ziying gradually lost her form amidst the peach blossoms, as if stepping on the flowers and leaving, leaving behind only a fleeting sentence.

"There are thousands of knots in my heart, and my dreams attack the past."

There are thousands of knots in my heart, the dream attack was...

"Thousand strikes!" Qingying suddenly understood that she tried to touch him again, but it was in vain.

Looking at the peach blossoms falling one after another, she stood under the tree, holding the peach blossom he folded for her.

When the fireworks exploded, she hissed and shouted: "Thousand strikes! Thousand strikes!"

"A Thousand Attacks—"

Opening his eyes suddenly, he looked at the room lightly and blankly.

Two rows of nanmu chairs, layers of light gauze floating, where is the peach forest in the night sky just now——

"It turns out that Chu Yang is really a thousand strikes..."

She clutched her heart and muttered to herself, Chu Yang is a thousand strikes, so she owed more than just a little bit.

Chu Yang died unexpectedly, in the distant future, and she promised him an afterlife, but who knows about the afterlife.

(End of this chapter)