He slowly bent down, picked up the bloody clothes that looked like a child, and after a while, he asked in a hoarse voice, "What is this...... Where did it come from?"

He carried with him a bag that never left his body, and in this bag was a few pieces of blood-stained rags.

Four years ago, he lost a lot of memories, and there was a blank in his life, and the missing memories seemed to be related to a child.

For example, he once took the child to visit the Qinglou, and he received it wherever he went, and he had no impression of this, and he heard others talk about it later.

All his lost memories were related to the child, as if the content of the child had been forcibly erased by an invisible force.

There seemed to be pain in his heart, the corners of his eyes were flushed, his cold eyes did not see the usual frivolous stubbornness and carefree, and the handsome monk asked Xuan Ye hoarsely: "This, where did it come from." Where did you get it?"

Xuan Ye was a little confused.

He looked at the bloody clothes in Jingci's hand, as well as the bag that never left his body.

"You...... Is it ......?"

He had a guess in his mind. He was taken aback: "Could it be ...... Is it words?"

The child back then was called Yanyan.

He looked at his daughter-in-law's tablet. His daughter-in-law's name is Yan Jiu.

At this moment, he seemed to have captured something, and at this moment he thought of King Wenyuan, and he vaguely realized that he seemed to have been deceived.

And Jingci's forehead popped out of the green tendons, as if a needle was poking his nerves in his head, he had a splitting headache, and sweat was like rain.

Once upon a time.

The young man is wanton, and the fresh clothes are angry.

"Who are you kid, I can't spare you if you delay my son to eat and drink. ”

"Yanyan, you look at me, and then look at my brother. ”

"Let me tell you, don't look at him Chu Liumu Qingfeng Jiyue, his heart is very bad. ”

"Yanyan!!

The picture turns to barren mountains and old forests.

"Ah Ci, she's dead. The kid ...... She's dead. ”

He rushed down the cliff and dug three feet into the ground, covered in wounds, his nails turned over, the flesh and blood on his hands were blurred, and even the white finger bones could be seen.

"I don't believe it, I don't believe ......"

On that day, the torrential rain poured down, and he was knocked unconscious and taken away, and he had a high fever for several days, and he was seriously injured and confused.

Everyone thought it was his catastrophe, and he couldn't survive it.

Then he woke up, but he seemed to have forgotten something.

"Take refuge in Buddhism...... I want to eat fasting and chant Buddha, I feel uneasy, as if I have leaked a hole, only the Buddha door can be suppressed purely. ”

"I'm afraid. I'm afraid that if it continues like this, it will become a different picture. My instinct told me that I shouldn't have seen blood, and once I broke this rule, I would never be able to stop killing in this life. ”

Years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Words.

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Zhou Yanqing asked Lin Wenzhou to help him invite a few embroidery girls, tailor them for her and Liang Wenxi, and customize the costumes to be used for the wedding on the eighth auspicious day of the first month of next month.

The pet in the palace has been dismissed by her, and the three palaces and six courtyards no longer exist, and this palace seems to be suddenly empty.

At noon, she took a sip of tea and was about to sit down to rest, when someone came to report.

"Your Majesty, it's not good! Something happened to the Wenyuan Palace!"

Zhou Yanqing: "?"

"There is a monk who has hit the Wenyuan Palace!"

Zhou Yanqing: !!

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The wedding of the emperor and queen is not a secret, and the palace has made many preparations for this.

Wenyuan Wangfu is also colorful because of this matter, Wenyuan Wang, a lazy man who is sloppy and drunk every day, usually doesn't like to dress up, but he thinks that his family has a big wedding, and he must wear beautiful clothes.