Chapter 62

The joys and sorrows of life, isn't that what it is? Raise a glass of turbid wine, gather with friends and family, enjoy each other when you are drunk, and disperse when you are awake. How much she wanted to be drunk here, don't care about anything, when she woke up, she could see her former teammates, all by her side.

Everyone is still there, including him... Hongzhe, the man who made her heartache forever, the person she loves the most. I really want to ride the breeze and go to find those most real people.

However, she didn't have the courage to let him see her today, such a frustrated her!

As soon as her voice changed, Feng Qingge's dancing posture moved, and her singing voice followed her movements, and the yin and yang fell.

Nung, moon and new moon.

There were few remnants, which lasted for a long time, and echoed in the entire imperial garden.

The slender figure stopped for a while. It seemed to be integrated into the singing, without moving a single point.

The low and euphemistic voice, high and low, with a deep sadness, the tone was something they had never seen before, and even this dance shook their hearts and souls. It was as if there was an invisible hand gripping their necks so hard that they couldn't breathe.

"Brush..." The voices of the two stopped at the same time, and the red cloth wrapped around the stage fluttered in the wind and was taken back by the guards on both sides. The two people standing on the stage looked at the front indifferently.

It was just that Zhao Ying'er had a smile on her face, as if she had just finished singing, while Feng Qingge was standing indifferently, unable to tell whether she was happy or sad.

Girl, what are you hiding? A cold light flashed from the depths of his eyes, and Mu Cangyun, who was sitting, stared at the person opposite him. He was not these idiots, and now he could not tell who sang the world-shattering song. Zhao Ying'er's singing voice is naturally soft and delicate, but the voice just now was slightly hoarse, like fine wine that has been precipitated for a long time. Moreover, this girl also hid her real voice, the shadow reflected on the red cloth just now, and because of the light, it is not clear who it is.

"I hope that people will last for a long time, and we will live together in a thousand miles..." A certain string in his heart trembled fiercely, Murong Hao suddenly raised his head and glanced at Mu Cangyun, a panic flashed in his black eyes, He grabbed his chair and said coldly, "The meeting is over, I want to rest!"

"Well, Your Majesty?" Zhao Ying'er was even more puzzled. She quickly took off the cotton ball in her ear and looked at the person in front of her with a surprised look. What did she hear, and the meeting was dismissed? Is this the end of the banquet that has just begun?

And there is no winner or loser, her death-free gold medal...

"Feng Qingge..." Staring at the person opposite him coldly, Murong Hao frowned, and suddenly realized that things didn't seem to be according to his arrangement, as if something suddenly got out of his control, and this wind The light song is the source.

If this woman is not removed, it must be a big worry for him!

Feng Qingge didn't know, just because of this little episode, it brought all kinds of trouble for her.

"I keep my word, this gold medal is yours." Putting down the gold medal indifferently, Murong Hao turned around and left with a sullen face.

This time, Zhao Ying'er was completely dumbfounded, but she didn't reflect it. What did she hear? The emperor actually gave Feng Qingge the death-free gold medal instead of giving it to her! How is this possible, what did Feng Qingge do just now, why did the emperor have such a big change?

"Feng Qingge, it's interesting." The corners of his mouth were raised, and Murong Chu smiled coldly. This woman was too unexpected for him. He thought that such a waste would not even be able to sing and dance. Shine bright in this moment!

To get the gold medal for avoidance of death is nothing more than giving yourself an extra path. Holding the gold medal in his hand, Feng Qingge subconsciously took a bite, feeling the hard thing, and then grinned: "It's really pure gold, can it be pawned, and how much silver can I get?"

"...Sister Tang Yuan, believe it or not, I'll kill you?" Zheng Zixu almost cried. Is this still a human? For something as precious as a gold medal, there are only ten yuan in the whole continent. It can run rampant on the mainland, and it can be sold for a lot of money. This thing is already worth a lot, and money can't buy it!

"How is it possible, how can I lose, I..." Zhao Ying'er's face was even more pale, and now she doesn't know where she lost.

Feng Qingge raised her eyebrows and smiled and said: "I would like to admit defeat, you lose, Your Highness Princess. However, the emperor's body is in trouble, and we don't stay long, lest we say that our status is low and unfavorable, and we can't get on the stage. Little ruffian. , I have taken over your Yunhe Guiya, are you hungry, take Mu Cangyun to Cuiwei Pavilion together, let's have dinner."

"Wait, Qingge." Feng Lingyun's brows were furrowed. At this moment, he realized that he didn't seem to know the person in front of him. He had been in retreat for the past few days, and he didn't know anything. But now seeing Feng Qingge standing in front of him, there is actually the shadow of the boss between his brows.

Among these children, the one he loves most is the eldest, but that kid has a volatile temperament and likes to wander. It's also like following the trend and singing, a little playful, but has its own set of methods. His old face sank slightly, and he said in a low voice, "You and His Royal Highness King Cen have already engaged in a marriage contract. If you don't go home to make a wedding dress, how long will you be crazy outside?"

"Everything is decided by the head of the family, Qingge doesn't dare to decide." With an indifferent smile, Feng Qingge didn't give Feng Lingyun a chance to continue speaking. I'll be your cook for free."

"Huh?" The light in the black eyes flashed, Mu Cangyun leaned on the wheelchair and laughed softly: "Grandpa, in order to enhance my relationship with Qingge, I live with Qingge during this period of time, grandpa doesn't need to worry I have already prepared for the wedding dress. When I get married, I will make Qingge the happiest bride."

This one is a grandfather, even if Feng Lingyun has a big fire, he would not dare to get angry in front of King Cen's face. He couldn't help but startled. King Cen, who has always been cold and doesn't like nosy, how could he protect Feng Qingge today ?

Could it be that there is really a spark?

Wind light song!

Zhao Ying'er could only stare at Feng Qingge's plump back, and her face became even more ugly. No, that piece of death-free gold medal, she must get it! No matter how powerful King Cen is, now he is just a tiger with a tooth pulled out. What is so powerful?

"You forced me, Feng Qingge! Since that's the case, I want you to..."