Chapter 1115 (2/2)

Ling Yue slowly raised her head and looked at the anxious expression of the man in front of her. Tears fell down her cheeks uncontrollably. Her heart seemed to be pierced by a needle several times, which was painful.

”Eleven, eleven...” Feng Jue didn't know what she was thinking now. She thought she saw something she was familiar with, which made her headache again. He held her hand and said, ”eleven, don't think about it. Don't think about anything. You don't hurt. I don't care. You don't hurt...”

He was so worried about her appearance.

Ling Yue is not willing to close her eyes. She looks deeply at the person in front of her. He is not like the bright young man in her memory at that time. He is the Grand Marshal who commands the three armed forces and is powerful and domineering.

”Eleven...” Feng Jue suddenly found that Ling Yue's eyes were very different from those when he had a headache. His heart trembled. ”Eleven, do you think of this jade pendant? You once gave it to me. You said... ”

”I don't remember, I don't remember!” Ling Yue suddenly wiped the tears on her face, gave him the other half of the jade pendant and said, ”Your Highness, I should go back. That's all for today.”

Feng Jue took the jade pendant she handed over, and his expectation was dashed again. He looked down at the jade pendant, with a bitter smile on his lips and said, ”I thought... I thought...”

”What does your highness think?” Ling Yue asked.

”Nothing. Let's go.” Feng Jue held Lian Yan down again. Lian Yan looked up and looked at the two people with his eyes purring.

”Yan'er, go.” Ling Yue took Yan'er's hand and turned to walk to the other side of the house. Feng Jue stood where she was and watched her go away. She was deeply lost at the bottom of her eyes and murmured:

”Eleven, I hope you can think of me. Is this day still possible? Would you like to go with me then? ”

While he was lowering his head to meditate, Ling Yuer suddenly turned to him and shouted, ”Your Highness, on the battlefield, the sword has no eyes. Please... Cherish it!”

When Feng Jue heard it, her heart trembled, ”eleven...”

And after saying this, Lingyue turned around, took Lian Yan's hand and hurried away, leaving Feng Jue a figure behind.

”Sister, cry?” Lian Yan raised his head and asked.

”No, I didn't cry. It's too windy.” Ling Yue said.

That year, in Changchun palace, the queen mother fell out of favor and was put in the cold. She changed from a golden branch and jade leaf to a ”Princess” who had to work by herself.

On that day, he came and told her that he was going to Shanhaiguan and wanted to achieve some hegemony and come back. At that time, he was full of pride, sadness and secrets.

She was reluctant to give up, but she could only say, Lian Jue, please cherish it. I wish you fresh clothes and angry horses and return as a teenager.

……

Lian Jue, Lian Jue... She called the name heartbroken.

Yes, she remembered it, she remembered it all!

Her name, her life experience, her rhyme, everything she had, she remembered.

These memories, like a tide, surge in.