Only you: King's crazy concubine

Although since ancient times, forgetting foam is cold on her face, she is still afraid of forgetting foam to restore her memory when she sees such a cold and cold.

"The first time I came to the capital, I heard that the capital was very prosperous, so I forced zhier to take me to play."

Xuanyuan Maple looked at zhi'er. Only zhi'er saw the coldness in the bottom of his eyes, and there was more fear in the bottom of his heart.

"Next time you tell me, I'll take you myself."

Xuanyuanfeng said he wanted to hold the hand of forgetting foam. She dodged it and stayed in mid air.

Forgetting Mo went straight ahead, "where do I live?"

"Live in Mo snow yard."

Looking at the two people walking away, the servant girl behind her couldn't help muttering, "who is this man? He is so arrogant to the Lord, but the Lord is so kind to her."

"She is Miss forgetting Mo, the person loved by the Lord, and she is qualified to be arrogant towards the Lord." zhi'er stared at her. In her heart, she automatically thought that forgetting Mo had just avoided the Lord's hand because she lost memory and had no sense of security, so she didn't like others to touch it.

The servant girl curled her lips, ignored her and sneered, "I just followed her for a while and turned to her. I'm afraid I want to get close to the Lord."

"You" zhi'er watched her go away. She couldn't vent her anger and stamped her feet reluctantly.

"Do you like it? It's specially made for you."

Many peach blossom trees are planted outside the Moxue yard. Rabbit lanterns are hung under the corridor of the yard. Various furniture are placed in the house. Mountains and rivers are embroidered on the screen. A bamboo flute and a string of tassels are hung on the table facing the door.

Forgetting Mo's eyes flashed. Such an arrangement really caught her heart. She didn't know what she liked before, but now she follows her heart and only likes simplicity and atmosphere, not fancy.

"Thank you." these two words are enough to show that she likes it very much.

Xuanyuanfeng's smile widened. "You're welcome. You'll live here at ease in the future. If you need anything, just ask me or tell the servant to go."

Forgetting Mo nodded and looked at the bamboo flute.

"My king, look at that clumsy man named zhi'er. If not, I'll find another clever one for you?"

Forget foam head also for return, the voice is faint, "no, the branch son has less words."

Hearing the speech, xuanyuanfeng was a little dumbfounded. Gu Qingyan's temperament is really like this. He doesn't like noisy people.

"Whatever you want."

Forgetting Mo didn't speak, her eyes stayed on the bamboo flute and frowned slightly. It seemed that there was a flute in her dream, but there was streamer on the flute, which was much better than this one.

Seeing her staring at the bamboo flute, Xuanyuan Feng's mouth said, "you have a good rest. I won't disturb you."

Hearing the sound of closing the door behind her, she forgot to look back. Her eyes were complex. Xuanyuanfeng just wanted to test her. If she didn't leave a branch, I'm afraid she would die later.

"See you, Lord." zhi'er knelt on the ground and said respectfully.

Xuanyuan Feng said calmly, "forget what Mo did when he left the house today? Who did he see? What did he say?"

Zhier's heart is a little strange. Doesn't the lord love miss forgetting Mo very much? Why, the tone seems to have deep hatred, and these words are like surveillance.

"The young lady wanted to buy some clothes and jewelry when she went out of the house. All the way, the young lady was very silent, and the maidservant didn't dare to talk. Later, the young lady looked at the street in a trance and said she felt like she had been here. The maidservant asked whether the young lady had been here. Don't you remember? The young lady said she lost her memory and didn't talk until she came back to the house. I think she must be in a bad mood."

Xuanyuan Maple stared at zhi'er with sharp eyes. Whenever her eyes twinkled, Xuanyuan Maple would torture her.

Zhier's eyes were clear and filled with awe. "By the way, slaves and maidservants seemed to see King Yi in the street, but there were a lot of people at that time. They were only in a hurry, and they couldn't be sure."

"Forget Mo, have you seen her?" Xuanyuan Feng frowned and said in a cold voice.

Zhi'er shook his head. "Miss forgetting foam was at the stall and didn't see it."

Xuanyuanfeng looked at her for a moment and waved his hand, "go down. You go to the Moxue hospital to serve her. Today, the king asked you these words..."

"I forgot," zhi'er added.

Xuanyuanfeng raised the corner of his mouth with satisfaction and waved her out.

After zhi'er left the study, a cool wind blew, and suddenly trembled. He felt that the whole back was almost wet. He was afraid of the scene just now.

"Miss forgetting Mo, miss?" zhier came to the outside of Mo snow yard. The whole yard was silent.

The next second, there was a sound of opening the door. Forgetting Mo appeared by the door and looked at her faintly, "did he embarrass you?"

The branch son smiled and shook his head, "no, no, the prince is fine."

Forgetting Mo glanced at her and turned into the house.

Seeing this, zhi'er was stunned and entered the house with him.

"Miss, I didn't expect that I could come to serve you. I'm really lucky."

"What did he say to you?" forgetting Mo looked pale.

Zhi'er smiled bitterly, forgetting whether Miss Mo should be so smart. "The Lord just asked the maid what she did when she went out of the house."

Forgetting Mo poured a cup of tea and handed it to her, "sit down. You don't have to be bound here."

"Ah? No, no, thank you, miss." Zhi ER was surprised and waved his hand again and again. If the Lord knew, wouldn't he peel off a layer of her skin.

Forgetting Mo frowned, his voice was cold, "sit down."

Although zhier chattered in front of forgetting Mo, as if she was not afraid of her, she was afraid as soon as forgetting Mo's face changed.

"Yes, miss."

Forgetting Mo ignored her, slightly lowered his eyes and looked at the bamboo flute in his hand, "he monitored me."

The branches hung their heads, did not speak, and their fingers stirred together.

Half a ring, but I didn't hear forgetting Mo speak again. While zhier was relieved, he raised his eyes and was amazed by the scene in front of him.

Forgetting Mo was dressed in a white dress, with three thousand green silk pulled up by a peach wood hairpin on her head, and her eyes drooped slightly. The long and curly eyelashes cast a silhouette. The breeze floated through the window and brought her ink hair. This scene was like a picture, which made people forget to breathe for fear of disturbing her.

Maybe zhier's eyes were too hot. He forgot that Mo's eyebrows were not stretched. He raised his eyes and looked at her, "what are you looking at me for?"

"Miss, you are so beautiful. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. You are the best country and the best city." Zhi Er praised it without stinginess.

Forget foam face unchanged, indifferent, "it's just a skin bag."

"Miss, if you smile more, you'll look better." zhier thought of it as if she had never seen her smile. She always looked so faint. It seemed that nothing could enter her eyes, distract her attention, and give people a feeling that she would float away at any time, because she seemed to have never stayed between lovers.

Forget the simple sentence, "there is no person or thing worth laughing at."

Zhi'er was stunned for a moment. She thought of her amnesia and immediately wanted to slap herself. How could others laugh when they lost their memory.