Chapter 69 Like a dream

After the kiss fell, the night sky suddenly lit up, lightning and thundered, and the brightness of the sky turned into white snow.

The figure of reincarnation is gradually transparent, floating like fog. Lingyue took a step back in consternation and looked at the slightly hazy face of reincarnation in dismay: "Brother reincarnation, what are you doing?"

"Yeer, have you seen the anger of the sky?" A strange smile appeared on the face of reincarnation. "This spell uses the spell of asking heaven. From now on, your fate will be determined by your choice."

"My fate will be determined by my mind's choice?" Lingyue's head hurt strangely. She put her hands on her head and said, "Brother Reincarnation, don't you understand what you're talking about?"

The reincarnation sneered and looked at the sky. The light and shadow of the sky reflected in the phoenix's eyes. His voice echoed like an empty valley and said, "Yeer, it's late at night now. It's time for you to go back."

After he said this, he dispersed like the wind and disappeared in front of Lingyue.

It rained strangely at night. Lingyue walked on the muddy path and ran to Jingyang Palace. The rain soaked her shoes and socks, and it was boneless and cold. The rain is like a dream, bringing the smell of missing and the breath of the people in the dream.

Suddenly, there was a cloud over her head, and the rain slanted around. Unconsciously, she ran to the big tree that had spent a warm time with the young man in blue and looked up with great thoughts. She fluttered her long eyelashes and shook off the rain that was attached to her eyes. The moment her vision became clear, she She saw a face wearing half a bronze mask and a pair of extremely handsome eyes as if she were dreaming. From those eyes, she saw her petite figure drenched like a drowned chicken in the rain.

"Lan'er--" was like a light call in memory. The teenager in night clothes raised his cloak and covered it over Lingyue's head. "Brother Feicheng came to see you."

Is this true? Or the illusion in the dream? Lingyue looked at him in a daze for a long time, and her pale little hand stretched out to the mask on the teenager's face. The teenager did not move, and there was a sunny and confident smile on the corners of his lips.

He asked Lingyue to take off his mask. As he expected, he saw the tearful surprise in Lingyue's eyes.

"Brother Feicheng--" A very light cry was also full of thousands of words. Lingyue dropped her mask and threw herself into the arms of the young man in black, as if it was a gift from God. She was grateful to her, "Brother Feicheng, it turns out that you are really not dead. Thank you. Thank you for coming to see me--

"Lan'er, Brother Feicheng has no less time thinking about you than you. Of course he will come to see you!" The joking smile of the past was restored, and the warm sunshine leaked out, and even the rain fell on his face became warm.

Lingyue smiled, extremely gentle and naive. Like a trace of luxury obtained in despair, this is a happy smile.

"Sister Lan'er, it's all because Brother Feicheng doesn't have the ability to protect you, which makes you suffer so much. However, Brother Feicheng swears that he will take you out of this palace. Let's wander around the world together. I will still be my thief, and you will be the wife of the thief, okay?

"Wife?" Lingyue asked sneerly.

"Well, my wife's explanation is--" Touching the raindrops on her nose, the young man in black coughed and said to herself, "They are all fresh words invented by that domineering and fierce woman. We don't need it anymore. My wife means my beautiful wife, hehe." After a proud smile, he took the opportunity to rub Lingyue's slippery little face. "If you can marry a man who is humorous, handsome and can make money like me, you don't have to worry about it all your life. You can have food, drink and clothes, and you can have fun."

"Make money?" Lingyue has lived in the palace since she was a child and has been well-preserving. She had never heard of making money at all, so she asked naively, "Is there anyone who doesn't eat, drink or wear it?"

"Of course! You think everyone is as powerful as your brother Feicheng, and a lot of gold and silver can be stolen!" Feicheng was excited for a moment and wanted to show off fiercely, so he began to say endlessly, "Lan'er, you don't know the outside world. Let me tell you, there are rich and poor people in the world. Although there are many rich people, there are a lot of poor people. Of course, your brother Feicheng is not a rich man, but it is not as good as You are so rich in the palace."

Lingyue smiled, but asked in surprise, "Does Brother Feicheng often steal other people's gold and silver?"

"Well, in fact, it can't be regarded as a thief." Realizing that the thief is a glorious name in the world, he may ruin his image in Lingyue's heart. Feicheng quickly explained, "I'm robbing the rich to help the poor, robbing the rich to help the poor, hey hey."

"Rob the rich to help the poor?" Lingyue asked again, "Do you mean that Brother Feicheng will give the stolen gold and silver to the poor?"

"That's what it means!" I couldn't help rubbing Lingyue's face again, and Feicheng praised loudly, "Sister Smurf, you are so smart! It's really worthy of being my wife of a thief. I'll get a reward. Er, what gift should I give you?" He touched his chin and thought for a moment, and suddenly looked at Lingyue and smiled. "Lan'er--" He called softly, with a bright and affectionate light in his eyes, "Can I kiss you?"

Lingyue was stunned, and Ruyu's cheeks were stained with a faint blush. She smiled, raised her head, closed her eyes and said, "Okay, no matter what gift Brother Feicheng gives me, I will like it."

Feicheng looked at Lingyue's innocent smile. Instead, he became nervous and took a deep breath before he picked up Lingyue and kissed a red girl in the middle of her eyebrows. His kiss was extremely soft, as if he was afraid of breaking this porcelain-like porcelain-like face too much force. Lingyue also felt his caution. But is this careful, or is there a shadow and fear in his heart? He has seen or heard her being ** by that person twice. When the warm breath slipped to his lips, he held Lingyue tighter, but he could not kiss any more.

Tears also gushed out of Lingyue's eyes, and there was incomparable guilt in her heart: "Brother Feicheng, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Feicheng was puzzled. He stroked Lingyue's cheek and said with a smile, "What are you sorry for? What a little fool. He was taken advantage of by me and said sorry to me. As the prince said, are you sold by others and have to count money for others?

"I--" Lingyue saw a spring-like smile on his face, and couldn't help but suddenly become cheerful and asked, "Who is the prince mentioned by Brother Feicheng?"

"Son, you are a very barbaric woman who doesn't look like a woman. You've seen it before." Feicheng laughed and said, "The prince is her surname, and Lianxi is her name. The prince Lianxi is the boss of the Dragon Pavilion. That day, the girl in purple should be you, right?"

"I--" Lingyue said. That day, she concealed her identity and went to the folk service with her teacher. She didn't expect to meet him, and such a coincidence encounter was not the teacher's arrangement. The reason why she understood the teacher's intention was that she didn't recognize him, but this is Is there a reason? Or was their encounter a mistake? Thousands of words, she couldn't start, so she had to keep apologizing, "I'm sorry, Brother Feicheng, I'm sorry..."

"Why did you say sorry to me again? Again, I'm going to be angry. The consequences will be very serious if Brother Feicheng is angry. He narrowed his eyes and deliberately pretended to be very angry. He just covered up the pain in his heart and wanted to make Lingyue happy. "No, if you say something wrong, you have to be punished. Alas, how can you punish you? I really can't bear to give up such a cute little sister, why not..." He smiled with a determined evil spirit and scratched her body while Lingyue was unprepared, which made Lingyue laugh in a delicate voice, and her voice turned like a lark.

"Brother Feicheng, don't arrest me. I know what's wrong. Can't I know what's wrong?" Lingyue kept begging for mercy, with unprecedented joy on her face, "Brother Feicheng, you are really bad--"

"Is that right? You don't know until now, so you have to be careful in the future. However, the sheep entered the tiger's mouth and couldn't escape. Sister Laner will be my thief Flying City in the future.

Lingyue smiled and asked worriedly, "Brother Feicheng, do you really like Lan'er?"

"Of course I like it. I don't like it."

"Will you fall in love with Yueer?" Lingyue asked in panic that what Brother Feicheng saw was only another self, and he had only called her Lan'er, but she was not Lan'er. Will he like his true self? Yueer, who was born in the emperor's family and could not get rid of her fate, was destined to become the lord of a country and become a mentor.

She doesn't even belong to herself, so what can she give him?

When asked this question, Feicheng's smile really faded. Lingyue couldn't help but feel lost when she saw his face changing. Sure enough, is her identity unacceptable to him? She, who has married her teacher, shouldn't have had love. Is she asking too much? But when she was with Brother Feicheng, she felt happier than ever before, and how could she give up?

The rain has stopped, and the two figures are standing in the wind under the big tree, with their hair wrapped around each other and holding hands.

This scene has been deeply reflected in the eyes of another girl in a snow coat hiding in the fragrant forest. The night covered the two people with a layer of mystery, but the girl Xueyan could recognize at a glance that the teenager in night clothes was the man she longed for. She was one of the spiritual painting and Hua Che, the master of the palace at the same time. The shadow killer can't have any feelings, but since she saw the eternal bright smile on the teenager's face and everything he did to Lingyue, she secretly made an almost impossible dream in her heart.

Lingyue, the moon lord, will definitely die in the plan of the Lord of the palace, and this love will eventually belong to me, Xueyan.

Looking at Feicheng holding Lingyue tightly in her arms, Xueyan's eyes gradually oozed envy and jealousy.