The Ghost King and the Demon Queen

He didn't want to be sneaky and sneaky, but if he wanted to send the invitation card openly, he would have to go through Ye Chen's difficulty no matter what, so he simply handed the invitation card to Ye Chen and asked Ye Chen to deliver the invitation card to her.

Thinking about it this way, Feng Feili folded the paper tightly, and then went out, looked around in the corridor for a week, and sure enough, there was no one except Ye Chen in the kitchen, this is a good opportunity, and it must not be missed. Come again, so I hurried downstairs.

Ye Chen in the kitchen met Feng Feili as soon as he went out. He couldn't figure out the other party's intention, and his eyebrows frowned imperceptibly.

"Your Excellency, please give this to... Hanyue." Feng Feili's face was calm, but her heart was like a mess. Her entourage was not ordinary, taciturn, never negotiated with others, and was very likely to refuse.

Ye Chen's eyes sank, he hesitated for a while, and then slowly took it. The piece of paper seemed to weigh a thousand catties in his hand, and he could hardly hold it steadily.

"Excuse me, Your Excellency." Feng Fei was secretly pleasantly surprised that he had already taken a successful step.

"Don't bother." Ye Chen said calmly, and after finishing speaking, he turned and walked westward, his steps were so light that there was no sound of footsteps, but each step was extremely heavy.

Feng Fei was overjoyed in his centrifugation, it was the last time, so he hurried out the door and went to the back mountain bamboo forest to wait.

After walking a few steps, his heart sank, what if she doesn't invite, or doesn't want to go, or doesn't have time?With so many twists and turns in my heart, I could only pray that the content of the letter could move her.

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The cool wind crossed the window and gently blew into the room, raising the light veil.

Ye Chen was outside the veil, and he didn't take a step forward for a long time, looking at the floating veil with a sad expression, maybe she was resting inside, maybe she already knew he was here.

"What's the matter." There was a very soft voice from behind the screen, with a little lazy voice, it could be heard that she had just woken up.

"Master, Feng Feili asked me to hand over the... letter to you." Ye Chen hesitated for a moment before saying, he didn't know if it was a letter, a poem, or something.

"Huh?" Xiumei raised her eyebrows slightly, she was a little surprised, then chuckled, got up slowly, and put on her clothes.

After a long time, she came out leisurely, the veil was raised, and her figure was reflected, with lavender Chinese clothes and loose black hair.

Two years have passed, and the scar on her left face is still there, and it still can't damage her momentum and demeanor.

Ye Chen held a folded piece of paper in his palm, but he didn't hold it because it was too heavy.

Qiong Ying casually took the letter paper from his hand, and opened it to see that the elegant and neat fonts, the weight of the brush and ink are measured, and there is an indescribable beauty of its own.

Chilling month.The forests in the mountains are all dyed, only the bamboo forests are full of greenness. I often walk in the mountains and entertain myself with the flute. The weather is beautiful today, and the autumn is refreshing. It was rather monotonous. Yu recalled that night when he caught a glimpse, but did not see the real person. He felt regretful. Today, he invites his old friend again to enjoy the scenery in the bamboo forest at the end of the day. I am waiting for the good news.Feng Feili.

The content is not long, and you can read it at a glance.

"What time is it now?"

"It's the end time." Ye Chen's heart sank, and he replied in a low voice.

Qiongying looked out the window, then walked to the window, and a small flame appeared from her fingertips, igniting the paper.

With a gentle gust of wind, the paper burned completely, turned into dust, and drifted away.

The corner of the purple robe was slightly raised, she went into the inner room, a gust of breeze blew by, and disappeared behind the screen.

Ye Chen quietly left the room, a thin piece of letter paper was enough to make his heart flustered.