Bai Qishao gently took her hand: "Luoluo, what's wrong with you?" ”

"I'm scared, if one day I become Ye Chuchu, will all my fate be rewritten?" Ye Luoluo choked up and said, "I really don't want to become Ye Chuchu." ”

Bai Qishao held her hand a little harder, and looked at her with pity: "As long as you are still you, you don't have to be afraid." ”

He leaned over and plucked a cluster of small flowers from the ground, which were small, pale red peduncles, bright blue petals, only a little large, and the petals hung down and were dotted like small trumpets.

It's small, but it's fragrant.

Bai Qishao held her hand, put Xiaohua in her palm, and slowly closed her palm, like a magician who cast magic, and gently blew in her palm.

"What is this?" Ye Luoluo asked with red eyes.

"This flower is called borage, and when the European warriors are going to go on battle, they will put a borage in a wine glass, drink this wine, and say loudly, 'I am borage, I am not afraid', it is my fountain of courage, and now I give it to you. I've cast a spell on it, and as long as you carry it, you'll always be filled with courage. ”

Ye Luoluo burst into tears and smiled: "You are not a magician. ”

"I am." He said softly, "Luoluo, as long as you believe, I am your magician, and as long as you need it, I will give you all my courage." ”

"But what if the flowers are gone? What if it's not the season when borage is open? She was so moved that she was choked up.

These flowers seem to have really brought her courage.

Bai Qishao smiled and kissed her hand, "Tomorrow, the magician will make her undefeated." ”

Early the next morning, he dug her out of the quilt with great interest, Ye Luoluo was pregnant, more sleepy, and couldn't open her eyes.

"What's wrong?"

"The undefeated borage." His hand was placed in front of her eyes, and it slowly opened, and a small glass bottle slowly slid down from his palm, dangling in front of his eyes a few times.

It was a glass bottle about the size of a little thumb, small but beautifully made, with a small flower blooming in the glass bottle.

The peduncles and petals are brightly colored, as if they have just opened.

Ye Luoluo's heart moved, and all his sleepiness disappeared, holding the glass bottle in both hands.

The cap is sealed, and the flower will never bloom in a still space.

"You ......." Ye Luoluo turned his head, saw his bloodshot eyes, and his nose was sore, "You stayed up late last night, just to do this?" ”

He nodded, like a child waiting to be complimented: "How is it, do you feel the magic I gave you?" ”

"Yes." There was a lot of magic that enveloped her heart tightly, held it up, and warmed it.

"What about the reward?" His eyes were bright and targeted, staring at her lips.

Ye Luoluo laughed in a low voice, leaned over, quickly kissed him on the lips, and then moved away, but the smile on her face seemed to be magical, which was the most comfortable smile she had since she was captured by the black prince.

"Thank you, magician." She smiled a little narrowly.

"What's that look on your face?" He pinched her face, just wanted to cultivate a good relationship with her, but what did this expression mean?

Ye Luoluo held back a smile and said, "I didn't brush my teeth." ”

Bai Qishao looked at her for a while, looked at her very seriously, and saw that she was a little weak-hearted, did he dislike her?