Only you: King's crazy concubine

Bai Feng glanced at him, "if you want Xuanyuan Feng to hear, you can speak louder."

"I'm not too happy." Xuanyuan Yi flat mouth.

Looking at this scene, forgetting Mo couldn't help smiling. She had some doubts at the bottom of her heart. This picture seemed to have been seen in her dream, but she couldn't see her face clearly in her dream.

When the three returned to the palace, the lights were still bright, and the atmosphere at night was quiet and peaceful.

Xuanyuanyi with forgetting foam went straight to the outside of the Mo Pavilion and tentatively knocked on the door. His ears gathered together. He didn't hear a sound. He turned back and asked, "Baifeng, did Uncle Huang wake up?"

Bai Feng was helpless. You asked me how I knew. When I came forward and pushed open the door, I saw the empty bed and hurried out, "where's Zi Mo?"

There are three dark guards outside the ink Pavilion, Ling ye, Ling Ying and Ling Feng, but now they don't hear a response.

"What about Uncle Huang? Why aren't they in Lingye?" there was only their breath in the yard.

Forgetting Mo looked at the familiar scene, his head hurt again, his face became more and more pale, his forehead gradually burst into a cold sweat, held the door frame with one hand and slowly slipped to the ground.

His mouth whispered, "what have I forgotten, who am I?" he grabbed his skirt hard, as if this could alleviate the pain in his heart.

Hearing the sound, xuanyuanyi and xuanyuanyi looked back and saw the forgetting foam that was almost fainting. They hurried over and called out anxiously, "Aunt Huang, Aunt Huang."

Baifeng put his finger on her wrist and his face was dignified. "Qingyan's mood fluctuated greatly now. It must be that he saw these familiar scenes in the ink Pavilion, which had some influence on her. His memory was confused and fainted for a moment."

"What should I do?" Xuanyuan Yi frowned and said eagerly.

White maple looked at xuanyuanyi, "unless you let Qingyan stay away from everything he had touched in the past."

"In this case, isn't Aunt Huang still going back to King Feng's house? There's no other way?"

Bai Feng shook his head. "If Qingyan is often stimulated and faints, he is likely to become a fool or restore his memory."

"Xuanyuan maple." all this is because of him.

"Now it's urgent to find Zimo first. I'm afraid he'll find xuanyuanfeng on impulse."

"OK." xuanyuanyi picked up forgetting foam and walked into the house. After covering her with a quilt, he closed the door.

They looked all the way from the ink Pavilion. Suddenly, they heard a roaring voice not far away, like a woman's voice. Xuanyuanyi looked at each other, hurried to speed up their pace, gently touched their toes and jumped to the top of the tree.

"Canwang, can you think about the master?"

Xuanyuan Zimo was dressed in black, holding a shadow sword, slightly drooping his eyes, emitting a cold air, and his back was cold and sad.

"Get out of the way."

"Even if you go to King Feng's mansion, the young lady may not come back with you. You should recover well now, and then take the people of dark night palace and phantom palace to destroy King Feng's mansion and bring back the young lady." Zhu Er said, his eyes red and his voice choked.

At the thought of Miss's suffering, her heart hurts. Now miss has lost her memory. In her world, only herself and even her memory are blank. For Miss, only she knows this pain.

Mo Mei's eyes were wet, she looked up slightly and took a breath. "Bamboo son, let him go. Maybe he saw the master and Xuanyuan Maple together. He couldn't stand coming back first."

"Sister Mei, this is not the time to talk angrily." Zhu Er pulled her sleeve. They didn't know what the young lady thought of the disabled king. How could they know that there was a danger and push him.

"I think what Mo Mei said is right. Some people may die in a few months if they don't take good care of their injuries, but they are good. The most important thing is that they forget someone. Even if he leaves, Qin Yan won't be sad. Maybe they have been with xuanyuanfeng for a long time, and maybe they like xuanyuanfeng. Then they love each other until they grow old and have a boy. They will live a happy life. Which one of them It's about who, isn't it, Mo Mei? "

Bai Feng walked slowly with his hands around his chest. Finally, he raised his chin to Mo Mei.

Seeing the dark color behind Xuanyuan Zimo, he was angry. As a doctor, what he hated most was the disobedient patient, not to mention that the patient was still his friend.

After Baifeng's words, they only felt that the surrounding air conditioner was a little heavier and almost frozen to death.

"I said Lingye Lingying Lingfeng, you three can't see an injured person?" xuanyuanyi stared at Lingye several people one after another.

Lingye several people have difficulties. It's really difficult for them to be subordinates.

Xuanyuan Yi grew up under the air-conditioning of Xuanyuan Zimo, so he was not afraid.

When he came to xuanyuanzi's face, he frowned slightly and sighed: "Uncle Huang, don't be stubborn here. We knew you would go to King Feng's house to find Aunt Huang, so we brought people back to you first. You can watch in your house as long as you want..."

Before the words fall, where is someone's shadow in front of you.

Leaving everyone stunned in place, "..."

Baifeng regained his mind and ran after him. He shouted, "Xuanyuan Zimo, do you want to die?"

In the ink Pavilion, Xuanyuan Zimo looked at the little man lying quietly on the bed and almost trembled to touch her cheek, but he seemed afraid to wake her up and only stayed in mid air to describe her face in detail.

"Yan'er."

The forgetful foam in syncope frowned tightly, as if he was experiencing some difficulties. His hand clenched the quilt and trembled slightly.

Xuanyuan Zimo didn't care whether it would disturb her. He held her cold hand and comforted in a low voice, "Yan'er, Yan'er, don't be afraid, I'm here."

Xu was surrounded by a familiar breath and gentle comfort. Forgetting foam gradually calmed down, breathing more and more regularly, as if he had entered a happy dream.

Xuanyuan Zimo looked at her almost nostalgically. He couldn't see enough. His Yan'er came back.

Baifeng several people were waiting outside. Zhu Er's voice was nasal, "miss is really back?"

"I'll lie to you. If Uncle Huang goes in, he doesn't want to come out."

"Great. As long as the young lady comes back, doctor Bai will be able to help her recover her memory."

Bai Feng's eyes are dim. Sometimes he can't help it.

The next second, the sound of "creak" opening the door came. When I looked up, I saw Xuanyuan Zimo come out with a faint look, and his face was obviously much better than before.

"Yan'er, what happened to her?"

Bai Feng couldn't bear to see him like this, but he had to tell him not to open his face, "Qing Yan was drugged by Xuanyuan maple, so she lost her memory. Just when Qing Yan saw the ink Pavilion, it may be that the memory in her subconscious was confused and couldn't bear to faint. If the poison in her body was not solved and often stimulated, there were only two possibilities, becoming stupid or recovering her memory."

With that, the whole audience was silent. The joy of Gu Qingyan's return seemed to disappear.