Marry a queen

Hearing what Shen Su'er said, the group boarded the carriage again and drove towards the palace.

On the way back to the palace, Shen Su'er was still sitting with Murong Jing.

It's just that Murong Jing became silent.

After all, she kept a distance from Shen Su'er, closed her eyes, leaned on her back and pretended to be sleeping, looking a little tired.

Back to the palace. [

Chuxue went back to Meiyuan first.

Shen Su'er and Murong Jing's bedroom went together.

Chen Shou followed behind with a worried expression.

"Murong Jing, do you have anything to say?" Shen Su'er finally spoke out when she saw that Murong Jing still went to her bedroom without saying a word.There was a sense of generosity in his tone, "Can you have a good time with today's matter?"

Murong Jing silently did not look back.At this time on the palace road, however, Chen Shou retreated to the left and right, and quietly retreated himself, leaving behind Murong Jing and Shen Su'er.Murong Jing said calmly: "You answer my question first, and you must answer truthfully."

"Just ask."

"You once said that you don't know Sima Luo, is that true?" At that time, he still remembered the expression on her face when he asked the question, and how she answered, it didn't look like she knew Sima Luo at all. Doesn't it look like that now?If they knew each other, what was his position?Even villains are not qualified to do it.

Shen Su'er thought for a while, and answered seriously: "I don't know."

Murong Jing's indifferent eyes lit up.

do not know? !Good one does not know!Still the same answer...

"Actually, I don't know anyone here. Including you..."

"What do you mean?" My heart sank just now.

"Alas... I lost my memory." Such an old-fashioned, bloody and practical statement!

Murong Jing's body froze, but his back was still facing her.

Seeing that he was silent, Shen Su'er continued: "From the day you met me... yes, from that day on, all the memories of my life here are gone. You are the first person I saw when I woke up. Alone. Sigh, it can be considered fate..." Nie Yuan.

Murong Jing's cold back stood upright, but he obviously felt stiff.

"All memory lost?..." he murmured.