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Feng Wushuang woke up, and in front of him was a man dressed in white like snow standing there smiling, but Feng Wushuang's beautiful eyes were a little more confused, because the smiling man in front of him made Feng Wushuang feel both familiar and unfamiliar, familiar because he felt that this man should know him, but he couldn't remember who it was, and strange because Feng Wushuang faintly felt that there was a trace of danger in this man's smile......

Feng Wushuang couldn't even remember who he was, although Feng Wushuang's eyes were still clear and beautiful, but his heart was extremely uneasy!

The more Feng Wushuang wanted to remember who he was?

Feng Wushuang's headache is getting worse and worse!

If a person doesn't even know who he is, sometimes it's a very sad thing!

Because everyone is an individual who cannot be copied, everyone has their own story, whether it is the past or the present, what ups and downs they have experienced, it is a wonderful story that belongs only to them!

Although Feng Wushuang can't remember who he is?

But Feng Wushuang always had a smiling face in his mind, especially those dark and bright eyes like stars, but Feng Wushuang couldn't remember who this person was?

But Feng Wushuang can be sure that the owner of this face must have a great relationship with himself!

Feng Wushuang looked at the smiling man in white in front of him, although he was smiling, but the smile of the man in front of him would always make Feng Wushuang feel a little uneasy in his heart, and there was always a hint of danger!

And the smiling face floating in Feng Wushuang's mind, in addition to making Feng Wushuang feel warm and safe, those dark and bright eyes made Feng Wushuang feel the affection in his eyes......

After a while, Feng Wushuang calmed down his chaotic thoughts and said, "Who am I?"

The white-clothed man in front of him flashed with joy in his eyes, and then smiled slightly and said softly: "You are the eldest lady of Phoenix Villa, Feng Wushuang, why don't you remember?"

Feng Wushuang thought hard and said, "I am Feng Wushuang! Who are you? Where am I?"

The man in white said softly: "Shuang'er, what's wrong with you? Don't you remember me? I'm your future husband Park Hae-jin! We were hunted down by the enemy, so we're hiding in an ancient tomb now, but don't worry, the enemy has left, and will soon disappear from this world!"

Feng Wushuang said with doubts in his eyes: "You are my future husband, why can't I remember the slightest bit?"

Park Hae-jin laughed and said, "Silly girl, it may be that you have been really tired recently, but you will definitely get better!"

Feng Wushuang said again: "Then who is our enemy?"

Park Hae-jin said lightly: "It seems that Shuang'er, you are really tired, you can't even remember the name of the enemy that Meiri never forgets, okay! Let me tell you, this person's name is Long Feiyun!" After speaking, Park Hae-jin looked at Feng Wushuang without blinking!

Feng Wushuang frowned at first, and then fell into thought, because the name Long Feiyun Feng Wushuang sounded, he didn't feel half hatred at all, but felt a little more cordial, but he couldn't remember how Feng Wushuang thought about it, and he couldn't remember what happened......

At this time, a person walked in, bowed and said, "Master, breakfast has been prepared, do you want to eat with the princess now!"

Park Hae-jin said: "Changkong is not in a hurry, you come to see Shuang'er first, I don't even know that when I wake up, don't you know a little about medical skills?

Mo Changkong got up and came to Feng Wushuang's side, picked up Feng Wushuang's fair-skinned right hand, put two fingers on Feng Wushuang's wrist, and took the pulse for Feng Wushuang, a little, Mo Changkong said: "The princess's body is fine, and the pulse is also very stable, according to the subordinates, maybe it is the continuous running that caused the princess to lose her memory for a while, I will prescribe a few prescriptions to calm the mind and nourish the brain, and let the princess recuperate for a few days!"

Feng Wushuang said: "Why am I a princess again?"

Mo Changkong smiled and said, "The princess really doesn't remember! Although you haven't made a big gift to my prince, we have already regarded you as the princess of the prince!"

Feng Wushuang glanced at Park Hae-jin and said, "What kind of prince are you?"

Park Hae-jin shook his head and said, "Although I am the prince of Goryeo, I am also your future husband, and in front of you, I will always be your husband!" After speaking, he looked at Feng Wushuang with great affection!

Feng Wushuang faintly felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't think of it, but the kind face in his mind always floated from time to time......

The meal was very exquisite and exquisite, but Feng Wushuang only ate a few bites hastily, her heart had already become a pot of porridge, and where could she mention her interest in eating, especially when she saw a few women in white Although she was respectful and respectful on the surface, Feng Wushuang saw a little hatred in their eyes, maybe it was jealousy or something else, Feng Wushuang had no time to pay attention, just desperately thinking about everything in front of her, why was it so unreal!

The more Feng Wushuang thought about it, the more his head hurt, and he couldn't remember anything before......

Dine!

Everybody eats!

And everyone eats differently and has their own unique taste!

Just as some people like to eat sweet things, and some people like to eat sour food, and some people are not spicy or happy at every meal!

Since people began to eat food other than breast milk, there are so many things to choose from in this world, and food is an indispensable unique culture in this world!

The wonderful story of what happened during the meal has been passed down to this day!

For example, the most famous is the Hongmen banquet of Liu Bang, the lord of Han Gao, and Xiang Yu, the overlord of Western Chu, or the cup of wine of Zhao Kuangyin of the Song Dynasty to release the military power!

In the previous story, there was no Hongmen Banquet, where did the later Han Dynasty come from for more than 400 years?

The latter section consolidated the unstable and chaotic political situation of the Song dynasty of Zhao Kuangyin, and the Song dynasty was later spread for more than 300 years!

So sometimes eating is not simply eating, the key is who you eat with, and it doesn't matter what you eat......

Although Xiahou and Ye Buluo have not yet woken up from the wine, they still have to eat and drink, because how can the guests be embarrassed to refuse the host's enthusiasm? What's more, the two of them have come here to ask for help, so this meal not only has to be eaten, but also the wine has to be drunk!

Fortunately, after the two of them said their intentions, Murong Prophet not only did not hesitate at all, but immediately summoned his subordinates to do it, such people wanted to drink and eat with them, how could Xiahou drink blood and Ye Buluo refuse?

Of course, Xiahou drank blood and Ye Buluo came because Feng Wushuang came, there is a good saying, let the strong dragon not suppress the head snake on the ground, and inquire about this kind of thing, here, Xiahou drinking blood and Ye Buluo can't think of anyone more suitable than the Murong Prophet in front of them!

There is a stone pavilion in the back garden of Murong Prophet, and from a distance, you can see a few white clouds floating on the top of the mountain in the distance, and you can see a piece of vibrant cabbage in the sun in the near distance......

The scenery is beautiful, and the dishes are even more exquisite, I really don't know how this Murong Prophet did it?

Could it really be that the Prophet Murong will be unpredictable?

Knowing that Xiahou would drink blood and Ye Buluo would come, he had already prepared these things!

Not to mention the purchase of these things, because with the wealth of Murong Prophet, these things may have been available in the family for a long time, and cooking many things alone is extremely time-consuming!

The two exquisite wine jars in the stone pavilion are placed on the stone table in the pavilion, and the wine has not been opened, and a faint aroma of wine has been smelled......

The wine is full, and the people are old again!

How can this wine not make people feel the urge to get drunk?

Some people say that wine is a good thing, especially drinking with old people is a pleasant thing!

Without wine, how can there be a beautiful story of Li Baidou's hundreds of poems!

If there is no wine, how can Wu Erlang get drunk and fight the heroic legend of the tiger!

But there are also people who say that alcohol is not a good thing, and it often makes people lose their nature and do many wrong things!

In fact, this wine is like life, there are good sides and bad sides, and the key is still a human problem......

Without wine, it seems that there is always less enthusiasm when friends get together, and how to get rid of the lonely mood in the lonely night without wine? Therefore, wine, like everything in the world, has its two sides, nothing more than just a thought, just the so-called thought into a demon and a thought into a Buddha is talking about this truth!

So how can Xiahou not drink too much if he drinks blood and leaves do not fall?

The wine jar has been emptied, it can be seen that the three of Xiahou drinking blood must have a good conversation with each other, sometimes it may not be drunk, and sometimes it is intoxicating, why should it be wine?

Xiahou drank blood and lay on the table, and the blood-drinking knife was also placed on the stone bench next to him casually, as if he had fallen asleep!

Although Ye Buluo was stronger than Xiahou in drinking blood, although he was not asleep, he was already lying on the table and muttering to himself, not knowing what he was talking about......

Prophet Murong was also drunk, and just looked at the two of them with a smile......

Suddenly, there was a crisp bird's chirp, Murong Prophet's eyes changed and he showed a strange smile looking at Xiahou drinking blood and Ye Buluo, where was there still half a point of alcohol in his eyes, and then Murong Prophet lightly slapped his palm three times, although the sound was not loud, but there was another birdsong!

Suddenly, three people suddenly appeared in the garden, and in an instant they had entered the stone pavilion, one of them was a thin man in black, and he grabbed the blood-drinking knife of Xiahou, and the other two were a fat monk, with his chest exposed and his black chest hair, and his face was full of vicious images, and the other person was a woman, forty or fifty years old, extremely ugly, and as heavy makeup as a little girl, and she was wearing an apricot yellow dress, and the soles of her feet were wearing a pair of pink embroidered shoes!

A wicked smile appeared on the corner of Murong Prophet's mouth, and he said with a fierce look in his eyes: "The three of you are really believers, I didn't expect it to arrive so soon!"

The three people who came did not speak, but nodded in unison, looking at Xiahou drinking blood and Ye Buluo who were lying on the table, their eyes were full of killing intent......

For a while, although the outside was still sunny and picturesque, the stone pavilion was full of chills brought by murderous aura like ice......