Chapter 815

Wheezing——

Close the door of the hall, the sound of fireworks has dissipated a lot, and Mo Qingge's ears are much more pure, and his look is calm.

No matter how gorgeous the fireworks outside the window are, it has nothing to do with her.

She has long been a prisoner, trapped herself in this small corner, and could not go out forever.

Mo Qingge sat by the bed, looking at the delicate face on the couch, lost in thought for a long time.

Two hundred years, as if solidified like, although he has been asleep, but still Fenghua Jingchen, face has not faded half a minute.

"Uncle Huang." Mo Qingge opened her lips. Although she knew that he couldn't hear anything, she said to herself, "I never thought that my brother and sister would get married on the same day, which made me have to run away."

"However, it's a great happy event for Mohism. They all find their own home."

"It would be better if you were there." Her voice softened for a few minutes, and her slender phalanx scratched his face. After a pause, she sneered again

"But now it's good."

"When you are here, we always go on and off, get together less and leave more. We have missed thousands of times. Now, I will never worry about you leaving me again. I will never worry about gain or loss, or be in fear. Finally, I can be with you every minute."

At least, they are together forever.

But she didn't understand why they could be together only after they were separated from each other?

Forbearance of tears, after all, or trickle down, every drop, like broken glass, stabbed into her flesh, stabbed into her heart.

She thought that time could dilute everything.

But even after two hundred years in a trance, she still can't let go.

It's like a scar on the tip of my heart. Every time I mention it, it's like tearing open the flesh and blood, still hurting my heart.

Mo Qingge droops her eyes, tears fall down like broken beads.

Across the blurred vision, she suddenly saw that the people on the couch moved their fingers slightly.

All of a sudden, the brain is blank.

"Emperor, uncle Huang!"

Mo Qingge stares at her eyes, thinking that something is wrong with her eyes.

Did she just see that?

At this time, Gu Mian Mo's long white phalanx moved slightly again.

Like in a dream.

He

Mo Qingge is overjoyed. Xuanli quickly gathers his palm and can't wait to check his divine sense.

After a moment, Mo Qingge opened her eyes and bit her lower lip: "Uncle Huang, can you hear Ge'er talking to you?"

She can clearly perceive that uncle Huang's seven spirits and six spirits have begun to gather and coincide with her spirits.

Although very weak, but this also means that uncle Huang is very likely to wake up.

"Uncle Huang." She cried with joy, "I knew that you would not leave her alone if you were reluctant to sing."

For two hundred years, she has been looking forward to the stars and the moon. Although she knows the probability is slim, she is still looking forward to it.

Fortunately, the emperor was able to live up to those who wanted to, and she finally looked forward to this day.

It must be uncle Huang who knows that there are still people in the world who care about him, so he will not give up and leave so easily.

No matter what it is for, as long as he can come back, it doesn't matter.

After that, Mo Qingge, as usual, gave Gu Mian Mo Xuanli every day to warm his unfocused soul.

At the beginning, he just moved his finger bones occasionally. After touching for a while, his palm moved.

After another year and a half, when Mo Qingge fed him water, he occasionally coughed in his throat.

She seemed to see a new life.

Later, Gu Mian's eyes slowly opened, deep as a pool of water, but only turbid and dim.

Mo Qingge knows that because his soul is too weak, uncle Huang's five senses are completely incomplete.

In other words, there is no eye, ear, nose, tongue or body knowledge.

Therefore, even if he opened his eyes, what he saw was chaos, and the five senses were blank.

It's easy to understand. It's not much different from the dead. It's just a little bit more alive.

It's not really awakening.

Moreover, the faint breath of life may be broken again and disappear at any time.

Therefore, knowing that uncle Huang's life is still on the line, Mo Qingge dares not neglect it even more.

Just outside the bedroom hall, there are three inner floors and three outer floors. No one is allowed to get close to them on weekdays.

She worried that her efforts over the past two hundred years would eventually fall short.

More afraid to lose him again.

This time, no matter what the cost, even if it is poor, she will not hesitate!

…………

The sky is bright and the breeze is not dry. In front of the bedroom, there is a sea of flowers all over the sky. From afar, it is colorful.

Their sea of flowers is blooming again.

"Uncle Huang, this is the sea of flowers you planted for me. It has been growing for 200 years." Mo Qingge looked at the petals flying all over the sky and said faintly:

"It's the same as the demon Kingdom and the Liuli hall."

I don't know if Uncle Huang will remember these after he wakes up.

Gu Mian Mo was sitting on one side, wearing a long cloud brocade white dress. Although his ink eyes were open, there was only darkness and turbidity in his pupils.

He looked calm and calm.

From a distance, it looks like a blurred painting, and he is the immortal in the painting.

"Look." Knowing that he couldn't hear and didn't feel, Mo Qingge chuckled and said.

Suddenly, a breeze blew, startled layers of falling flowers, rocked up, fluttering in the air.

All over the sky petals falling, with a faint fragrance, the whole front of the hall is wrapped by a group of flowers, beautiful by the bright sunshine.

Mo Qingge watched the sea of flowers fluttering, in his mind, flashed countless familiar or unfamiliar pictures.

She smiles, but her eyes are slightly red.

It's full of excitement and refreshing.

It's beautiful.

"Uncle Huang." She raised her eyes and said, "the flowers in front of the court will bloom once a year. If you can, Ge'er wants you to see them too."

Her voice, gentle as water.

It seems to melt into this scene, fragrant thousands of miles, hidden in the bud, hidden in the fragrant soil, moisten things silently.

Suddenly, Xu felt a little fluctuation, and Gu felt the long curling eyelashes of the ink moving slightly.

The next second, the slender white palm gently spread out, a bright petal, then fell into his palm.

It's cool.

Heart, inexplicably touched.

Mo Qingge droops his eyes and is surprised to see his moving finger bone and the flawless petal in his palm.

"Uncle Huang..."

She bit her lower lip and took hold of his cold phalanx.

Then, he instantly felt that Gu mianmo's phalanx moved slightly, like a conditioned reflex, holding her little hand tightly for a minute.

His fingers are cold.

But at that moment, Mo Qingge felt the real temperature.

That's his temperature.

I do not know when, her tears become more and more worthless, for no reason tears, always a lot.

Clenching her little hand, Gu Mian Mo's finger bone moved slightly, his heart tip trembled, and five senses also trembled.

Her little hands, soft and small, and warm to the bone, seemed to be something he had been looking for, but could not grasp.

His dark eyes, still empty, eyes slightly blinked, but there is a hot tear down.

Clearly no five knowledge, but why, heart pain.

Gu Mian Mo lightly raises another hand, the Mou color is disconsolate, in a trance, faintly perceived some light and shadow.

Reflected in the pupil is her face.

He raised his hand, as if trying to grasp the owner of the little hand. His calm face passed a look of panic.

He touched it for a moment, but he couldn't touch anything.

Mo Qingge bites his lower lip and pours directly into his arms. His little hand embraces him with joy, but he weeps with joy.

Hazy, he seems to restore a trace of perception, slowly raised his hand, gently embrace the people in his arms.

The falling petals are colorful, and occasionally fall lightly on his clothes, just like a bright embellishment on the bright snow.

The sun, still not warm or hot, fell down, setting off their light and shadow very aesthetically.

Mo Qingge quietly leaned in his arms, close to his cold chest, ear, came bursts of weak heartbeat.

Her eyes closed slightly, her lips curled and she gave a bitter smile. A tear dropped from the corner of her eye and slid to her lips.

Time has changed. These hundreds of years have passed in a trance. It's like a snap of a finger. When I look back, I find that in the past, there was not much time left for them.

But later, it was different.