The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl Chapter 1227: Peace and joy

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"Kong Wenmin," Chen Qingxuan suddenly cut off Kong Wenmin's words, his tone a little heavy, "This is not a question of what I like."

Kong Wenmin suddenly stiffened, and then grinned dryly at Chen Qingxuan: "Qingxuan, I drank too much today, so no matter what you say, I won't remember it."

"You really don't remember anything?" Chen Qingxuan looked at the smiling face that was uglier than crying, and his heart suddenly felt sour. He stretched out his hand to hold Kong Wenmin's face. Looking at the man's face that instantly stiffened, he moved closer. , gently pressed against his cold cheek, sat up straight again, and then said slowly, "Don't you remember this too?"

"Qing, Qingxuan..." Kong Wenmin stuttered and couldn't speak clearly, "I'm a person who doesn't tolerate teasing, so don't...don't tease me, I, I will take it seriously."

"Take it seriously." Chen Qingxuan said. While the man was dumbfounded, he took the sachet and looked at the word "Peace" neatly embroidered with gold thread on it, and the words "Peace" on it. "Joy" on the back.

Peace and joy, isn't this what he has always longed for? It's just that he didn't expect that the person who would bring him peace and joy would be a man, and he also didn't expect that only by being around this man could he get this. In the past, his pride made him refuse to admit it, but at this moment, in this When thousands of families were reunited and were most peaceful and happy, he could no longer hold on. Others may not know how important reunion is to him, but Kong Wenmin could empathize with it the most.

This is the first time that he and Kong Wenmin have stayed up until the end of the year. He hopes that Kong Wenmin can stay with him at this time every year in the future and stay up with him to welcome the new year.

Chen Qingxuan felt very complicated, and then he felt relieved. He lowered his head and tied the sachet on his belt. He reached out and stroked the tassels on his head. He couldn't help but curled his lips. When he raised his head again, he looked at Kong Wenmin's eyes were already red.

"Qingxuan, I just had a dream," Kong Wenmin said suddenly, his lips curled up uncontrollably, but his voice was hoarse, "It has been many years, and I have never had such a beautiful dream."

"Now, has the dream come true?" Chen Qingxuan looked at those tearful eyes and couldn't help but also wet his eyes.

"Yes, the dream has come true," Kong Wenmin smiled and nodded, pointing to the fireworks outside the window, and added, "Not only has it come true, but it also has more of these things than in the dream."

Chen Qingxuan followed the direction of his finger and looked outside, smiling as well: "It's strange. I've never seen it before. It's only because of Wen Jie and Miss Fang that we can see it... …”

Chen Qingxuan couldn't talk any more. A quilt was thrown over his body. The man who was half-lying now sat behind him and tentatively put his hand on his waist. Chen Qingxuan suddenly sat up straight, feeling that all the pores in his body were trembling, but he did not push away the hand. He heard a long breath coming from the stretched out hand, and then his whole body was held by Kong Wenmin. In his arms, the warm quilt immediately covered him tightly.

"The wind is strong," Kong Wenmin whispered, while quietly holding her closer. He could feel Chen Qingxuan's nervousness. In fact, he was more nervous than Chen Qingxuan, with dry mouth and dizziness. Dizzy, he had never been so nervous when he first picked up a knife to kill someone at the age of seventeen. In fact, he wanted to put his head on Chen Qingxuan's shoulder, but he didn't dare. But at this time, his chest was pressed against Touching Chen Qingxuan's back, he could smell the faint scent of incense on Chen Qingxuan's body with just one breath. He couldn't be more satisfied, "It's... so warm."

Chen Qingxuan laughed, laughing at his nervousness and naivety. For a moment, he no longer felt as if he was facing an enemy. He relaxed, leaned comfortably in Kong Wenmin's arms, and looked at As the fireworks lit up the night outside, a question suddenly came to mind: "By the way, Kong Wenmin, what song did you sing just now?"