Only you: King's crazy concubine

"I misunderstood Yan'er." Xuanyuan Zimo's eyes were full of pain and regret.

"You really shouldn't have said that last night." whether it's forgetting Mo or dumping Yan, others can see his feelings clearly. Last night, Zimo was questioning dumping Yan, how much harm it would do to dumping Yan.

As soon as the voice fell, a vague figure flashed in front of him. Only Bai Feng was left in the house. He smiled and shook his head. "There will be good things in the house soon."

I believe that after this disaster, Zimo and Qingyan's road will be easy to go.

At this time, forgetting Mo came to the box of the traveler's restaurant, sat by the window, thought about what had happened these days, and looked at the busy street with empty eyes.

"How can you believe that I can find you? You're not afraid I'll send you to the remnant King's house?"

Behind him came a familiar male voice. He forgot Mo's head and said faintly, "aren't you here?"

"Well, I lost." the man raised his eyebrow.

Forgetting Mo turned his head and saw that he was still wearing night clothes and frowned slightly, "isn't it more eye-catching for you to wear like this in the daytime?"

"So what? I didn't provoke right and wrong, and they couldn't catch me." the man crossed his legs and sipped his tea in a casual tone.

Forgetting Mo glanced at him, the man's mask was lifted by him, almost covering his eyes, revealing only a thin lip.

Forgetting to look away, "trouble." it's not shady in the daytime. You have to cover your face and be crazy.

"A woman once saw my face. Since then, she has forgotten to eat and sleep. She is restless all day. She wants to marry me as her wife."

Forgetting Mo's face, he mended the knife. "What do you think of an old man in his forties?"

The man hit with a knowing blow, "..." why did he come to accept this crime.

"Bring it." although he was really injured or fake injured, he forgot to care.

The man shook his head, "I'm afraid you're the first person to ask people to do things so arrogantly."

"Isn't it a good friend? There's no need to be polite between friends."

The man almost took a sip of tea and said, "who are friends with you? If I had a friend like you, I wouldn't know how miserable I was."

"I just asked you to take me back last night, but you sent me directly outside the remnant King's house." forget Mo calmly told a fact.

The man couldn't laugh or cry, "so you were setting me up last night."

"And the way you look at me, obviously..."

The man was curious, "obviously what?"

"I appreciate me very much, even if I'm not a friend or an enemy." when I said this, I forgot my tone and implied a little complacency.

The man patted his chest. Fortunately, he didn't drink tea, otherwise his image would be gone. He took out a stack of data in his arms, "you won."

Forget Mo pick eyebrows, noncommittal, pick up the information and turn it over.

The man sat opposite her, holding his chin in one hand, "why do you lose your memory?"

"Poisoning."

"Then why don't you ask the disabled king to help you? He is really a pet on the tip of his heart."

Forget foam hand paused, eyebrows more a touch of depression, silently looking through the information.

Seeing this, the man knew that they were awkward, but he was a little curious. "Xuanyuan Zimo spoiled you so much that he was willing to quarrel with you? You like Xuanyuan Zimo so much that you would quarrel with him? Why did you quarrel?"

"You're a little noisy." forgetting Mo turned around and turned to him.

The man touched his nose. "I'm bored."

"The old man is so gossip."

The man felt it necessary to clarify, and his tone was dissatisfied, "I'm only in my 40s, okay? Where is an old man?"

Forgetting Mo lowered her head and ignored him. She frowned. Looking at these ancient smiling experiences, her mind was like a tsunami.

"Gu Qingyan, are you all right?" the man shook his head and forgot foam, a little worried.

Forgetting Mo opened his eyes, his forehead was full of cold sweat, and his nails left crescent marks in the palm, "I'm fine."

Now, the man also saw her purpose, "you're forcing yourself."

"Yes." forgetting Mo replied carelessly.

"You can't do this. If you become a fool, the loss is not worth the loss," the man frowned and flashed, "I'll take you to a place."

After saying that, she pulled up forgetting foam and jumped down from the window. Forgetting foam was unprepared. Subconsciously, she closed her eyes and hung her heart in the air. The sense of weightlessness almost made her out of breath.

I don't know how long it took to forget the foam. What came into view was a familiar scene.

The man's voice came, "here it is."

"Where is this?" forgetting Mo's face was pale, but he didn't reduce his elegance.

"Where you've been before, I think it's better to go to those familiar places than to look at the past." the man looked at the bare peach tree, and the yard was silent. "Did the Liuguang Pavilion close because the owner was away?"

I don't know why, looking at this backyard, forgetting Mo felt a little sour, "Xuanyuan Zimo and I didn't remember getting along day and night. How do you think this place can restore my memory."

"That's because you're more relaxed around Xuanyuan Zimo. Besides, he won't let you remember. Take a closer look and see if you feel deja vu."

At this moment, forgetting Mo suddenly understood, stretched his eyebrows, raised his eyes and looked at him, "send me back to the remnant King's house."

"Ah? No sense of familiarity?"

Forgetting Mo frowned and glanced at him, "I think you have a fight with xuanyuanyi." they were very noisy.

The idea came out and forgot to froze for a while. It was a completely involuntary idea.

"I can't compare with King Yi," the man waved. "Then I'll take you back."

Just then, there was a soft noise in the air, and they both looked at the same place.

Xuanyuan Zimo fell from the sky and fell in front of them. He was wearing a black robe, with gold thread on his sleeve and a soft sword on his waist. He was noble and indifferent, his face was like a crown jade, his dark eyes twinkled like black crystal, his tall nose, light pink thin lips, and looked at them silently.

Somehow, forgetting Mo was guilty and didn't dare to look directly into his eyes. He hung his head slightly. The hand hidden under his sleeve unconsciously held it tightly. Was he very disappointed and wouldn't like himself anymore.

Xuanyuan Zimo glanced at the man and frowned slightly. He seemed to have seen this man somewhere.

It was dark last night, and all his attention was on Gu Qingyan, so Xuanyuan Zimo didn't observe the man carefully.

The man's eyes were joking, "since your husband came, I'll retire with success."

Then he turned and jumped away and disappeared.

Forget the stomach Fei in Mo's heart. What's your merit? If you succeed, you'll retire without shame.

Because he was on the side of admitting his mistake, he forgot Mo and bowed his head obediently. He only dared to be silent in his heart.