Every word she said, as if she was talking to Luan Xingmo.

But all the while, she was just talking to herself.

Yueli took the silver flask, tears falling on her cheeks.

She poured the wine on the ground, then poured another glass of wine for herself: "Feiran, Xingmo, I salute you for this glass of wine."

With that, she raised her head and drank the wine.

The wine was strong and bitter, overflowing her mouth.

Yueli has never felt the bitter taste of wine as it does today.

Yueli has always been a very stubborn woman, and she has never complained in front of anyone.

Because she always felt that no one would understand her.

But Luan Xingmo and Ye Fei are very different.

The two of them are her former confidants, and they are her relatives in this world.

She had never been alone in the world.

Fortunately, Rong Jingchen accompanied her.

Yueli lowered her eyes slightly, wiped the tears on her face, and on that cold face, her expression was complicated: "Since I have told you the good news of the extermination of the Jiang clan, and I have also toasted you, I will go back, and now after I go back, I have to regain the Luan Kingdom."

She set her glass aside and went home alone.

Under the big maple tree outside the Frost Cloud Palace, Rong Jingchen was waiting for Feng Yueli.

He is dressed in dark clothes and has an extremely calm temperament.

On that demonic face, there are sword eyebrows and phoenix eyes, and the bridge of the nose is high.

The two thin lips were slightly crimson.

The long eyelashes cast a faint shadow under the eyes.

The pupils were dark and deep, like a pool of deep water, casting a gentle color.

A bird's long black hair was draped behind his shoulders, reflecting the white complexion on his face becoming more and more crystal clear.

That face is enough to make people call it shocking.

Rong Jingchen's good-looking appearance is not limited to his delicate and perfect facial features.

The most important thing is the temperament that exudes from him, calm and calm.

It is as handsome as a jade tree and as beautiful as a deep pool.

Yue Ke frowned: "Master, are you sure she will still settle her old suspicions with you?" I used to think ......"

Rong Jingchen's magnetic voice interrupted Yue Ke: "I know her better than anyone else, I know everything about her, she won't do that to me."

Rong Jingchen's tone was extremely determined.

As if she was sure that she had never hated him.

Past grievances have always been settled because of some people and some things.

But he was her husband, and she was his wife.

They have worshiped heaven and earth and experienced many things that no one else has experienced.

Since the last time, she also fell off a cliff with him.

His heart was not as troubled as it had been.

He used to worry if she would hate him for stabbing her.

But after that time, he would never worry about that again.

She was just hard-mouthed and soft-hearted, and when the palace man saw Feng Yueli, his expression was extremely excited, and he suddenly knelt on the ground: "Your Highness!" Your Highness!! Have you come back to Luan? ”

Feng Yueli heard Shu'er's call, and she looked at the palace people.

Her eyelids drooped slightly, and her expression was a little sad.

She slowly got up and came, her voice extremely hoarse: "Are the bodies of the Luan Guoshi and the Night Guoshi buried?"

The palace man nodded suddenly, and then sniffed and said, "Your Highness, the corpses of the two national teachers have been buried by Your Majesty, behind the hill behind the palace."

Yueli nodded her head and prepared a pot of wine and a wine glass.

Feng Yue Liwu came to the front of the two tombstones.

Her slender fingers, trembling a little, reached out to Luan Xingmo's tombstone and stroked it.