The queen concubine please

Chapter 278 Unknown: The farewell poem is not a state of mind
Ling Feishuang looked back at him, then lowered his head again, "Maybe it's a habit, I can always go with the situation, otherwise, I'm afraid it's not so easy to accept my trip back to life."

Situ Mo was slightly stunned, looked at her calm face, and said, "Will Ouyang Qingqing come back one day?"

This question was something she had never thought about before. The brush in her hand just reached the three characters of the farewell poem, and she drew heavily, and the smoke stained the ink color of the paper.

The pen in her hand trembled a little. If Ouyang Qingqing came back, what right did she have to occupy other people's bodies?But, why should a person who is already dead care so much?
She looked up, saw Situ Mo's nervousness, and smiled lightly: "If there is such a day, this body will be hers."

"I don't allow it! Ling Feishuang, you are not allowed to leave!"

He said a little domineeringly, frowning and stretched out his hand to cover hers, with his fingertips intertwined, his eyes burning, how could he allow her to leave again?

"Situ Mo, sometimes you are really like a child. Why do you have to think about answers to unknown questions? Now, am I by your side?"

That's all she could say, but he didn't like her describing him as a child.

"I can do some things that children can't do." I got up and was about to hug her, only to find what she wrote on the paper, and some anger gradually appeared in my eyes.

"What did you write this for?" A farewell poem?No matter how you look at it, it's unlucky!
"It's just a song of lyrics. I've heard it before. Sometimes it's too boring, so I just use it to practice my pen." God knows why she is interested in calligraphy.

A farewell poem, two or three lines, written on the road in the spring rain in March, if I can still walk beside you with an umbrella.

Farewell poem, two or three lines, who will sing for me on Huangquan Road, if I can die by your side, it will not be in vain to come to this world to make this trip.

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Situ Mo read it out, frowning deeply.

Ling Feishuang chuckled, and continued to write the whole thing, "It's not a moral, it's a song. When I heard it, I thought it was very euphemistic and beautiful, so I wrote it down."

"This was your state of mind at the time, wasn't it? Shuang'er, the person by your side now is me!"

"Yeah, so, now this is no longer a state of mind."

(End of this chapter)