Chapter 1639: Not as Good as Him (Part 7)

Feng Ruqing stretched her hand back and pressed her head tightly, trying to recall all the forgotten things.

But the man in front of her looked at her with affectionate and nostalgic eyes, and then gradually disappeared, as if he had never appeared.

At this moment, in the wing room.

Nan Xian slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were clear, and his face was warm under the cold moonlight.

"Master, how is the princess?" Xiao Qing asked anxiously.

"My Qing'er is very strong, no one can hurt him."

"Oh."

Xiao Qing breathed a sigh of relief, and he asked in a mean way: "What about the soul that wanted to occupy the princess' body? Did it die? Fortunately, the princess is relatively strong, otherwise what if that mean man took the princess' body to tease girls? After all, the princess is too popular with girls."

Nan Xian glanced at Xiao Qing coldly: "I only know that Qing'er is fine, but I don't know what happened specifically. Everything the main soul sees will not be known to me, but..."

He paused: "There is one thing I am sure of, you will become a snake soup."

Xiao Qing: "..."

It only cares about the princess, why is the master so cruel every time.

Nan Xian didn't have time to care about Xiao Qing anymore, because Feng Ruqing had woken up.

She rubbed her headache temples and slowly opened her eyes. What she saw was a handsome face like a fairy.

"National Master!"

Feng Ruqing suddenly stood up and hugged Nan Xian tightly. Her arms were very strong, for fear of... losing him.

Nan Xian was suffocated by his embrace, and her bones were about to fall apart.

But seeing Feng Ruqing like this, he still didn't disturb her, but just gently placed his hand on her back.

"What's wrong?"

"I don't remember the details," Feng Ruqing raised her face, "I just remember that I seemed to see someone who looked very similar to you, and then... someone kept calling a name in my mind."

"What name?"

"Nan Changfeng!"

This name seemed to be engraved deep in her memory, and it hurt every time she heard it.

Nan Xian's fingers trembled slightly, and he hugged the woman into his arms without making a sound. He lowered his head and rubbed her head with his chin: "Qing'er, no matter what happens, I will always be with you."

"National Master," Feng Ruqing raised a smile on her face, "Those people always called you Nan Changfeng before."

Nan Xian lowered his eyes and remained silent.

"Fuchen and the others all said that I was the Ninth Emperor. He once told me that the Ninth Emperor had a lover who left the mountain gate to save her lover and disappeared afterwards."

"Qing'er..."

"So, when I first saw you, my first feeling was to sleep with you. Maybe the Ninth Emperor didn't sleep with Nan Changfeng back then, and I will inherit her long-cherished wish in this life."

She didn't know what the story between the Ninth Emperor and Nan Changfeng was.

But... Nan Changfeng's eyes lingered in her heart for a long time.

Only when he loves someone to the extreme, he will not let her go even when he dies, and even death... will be so sad.

Everyone says that of two people in love, the one who is alive is the most painful.

In fact, it is not so.

The grief of the living, the one who died...as long as he thinks of his beloved being left in the world by him, he will still be sad and reluctant.

Nan Xian lowered his lips and left a gentle kiss on the girl's forehead: "You are Qing'er, I am Nan Xian, that's all."