Hong Garden's Kuang Yi Garden, which is adjacent to Nangong Ling, is antique, small and exquisite, and is famous for its water.

At that time, Nangong Ling specially invited 180 famous craftsmen in the capital, and spent two whole months to create more than 80 rockeries of different shapes by hand, and led the water in the lake to flow naturally from each rockery, each of these rockeries is connected, there is no gap, some of these waters are turbulent, some are slow, some are shaped like waterfalls, and some are like bands. In addition, there are pavilions, pavilions, small bridges, and potted plants, which are pruned into various graceful arcs. In the courtyard facing the room, there is also a flower garden, all kinds of strange flowers and plants compete for beauty, although not the most beautiful, but the most precious.

Each and every finish inside is the work of the most dexterous craftsmen, unique and beautiful.

The huge Hongyuan has only two rooms, so he never entertains guests, and even Nangong Ling himself only lives in Hongyuan for a few days in his spare time.

Rao is a treasure who is accustomed to seeing big scenes, and he is also in the courtyard at the moment, looking around here and there, and his heart is full of sighs at the wisdom and technology of the ancient working people.

"Marvel, come here. Under the camphor tree with a huge canopy, which is more than ten meters high, Nangong Ling sat at the stone table, holding a cup of fragrant tea and drinking, and put down the cup with his white jade right hand, beckoning to Fei Ran not far away.

Dabao suddenly turned around, changed into a pure white shutter bubble skirt, the cuffs and skirt are like lotus leaves, and when walking, it crosses a graceful arc, and the waist is tightly tied by a belt, outlining the waist that does not linger, three thousand green silk hangs from the shoulders to the waist, fresh and smart, with her white skin like a porcelain doll, and a pair of black, round big eyes, as if falling into the mortal dust, ignorant of the little fairy, people are cute and pitiful, and can't help but want to hug it in their arms and love it fiercely.

Dabao likes her body very much this time, she is very young, she looks at it in the mirror herself, and she only guesses that she is about 15 or 6 years old, but it doesn't look like she is 15 years old.

After the doctor's examination, Dabao's body was not in any serious condition, as for the fact that he couldn't remember the past, the elderly doctor touched the goatee and gave the following diagnosis: if there is nothing wrong with the body, but the memory is lost, it is most likely that the soul has suffered great trauma, so the brain will protect itself and choose to forget the past.

Therefore, at this moment, the lively and agile Dabao, in Nangong Ling's eyes, is Du Feiran, who has suffered great psychological trauma, and he can't help but feel a little more pity.

Dabao jumped over from a distance with a smile, sat on the stone pier in front of him, stared at the big smart and pure eyes, and showed the side of a little girl.

He has been a husband and wife with Gong Xinyi for decades, and he can't be more familiar, so Dabao has already automatically consciously regarded Nangong Ling as Gong Xinyi, presenting the most relaxed posture in front of him, and there is nothing wrong with his heart.

Nangong Ling hooked the corners of his mouth, stretched out his hand, and touched Dabao's forehead, "Feiran, can't you really remember the previous things?"

Dabao shook his head.

"Can't remember me, can't you remember what happened between us?" Nangong Ling asked unrelentingly.

Dabao still shook his head.

Nangong Ling sighed deeply, clenched the cup in his hand, and his eyes revealed firmness, "Feiran, no matter what, I will cure you, no matter what you have experienced before, if anyone has bullied you, I will pay it back a hundred times, a thousand times!"

Wrapped in Nangong Ling's care and care, Dabao was happy, "Okay, thank you." The uneasiness in her heart has also been diluted a lot, but she is not brilliant after all, or rather, her body is extraordinary, but her soul is not, so she can't help but have a little hiccups, "Can you talk to me, you and Feiran... Forehead... What happened to you and me?"

Nangong Ling fell silent, as if reminiscing about the past, with longing, gratitude, and love in his eyes.

Dabao caught it, and his heart suddenly tingled, only for a second.

She couldn't understand it, so she comforted herself in her heart: Even if he and Feiran had something before, anyway, I'm already Feiran now, so don't dwell on the past!

Dabao thought that her diaphragm should be because of her previous excellence, so she ignored the most critical step! So this is doomed, she must follow the plot and embark on a road of no return. 2k reading web