"Zishou!"

An angry shout sounded in front of him, and Di Xin looked up, and saw Wen Taishi with a solemn face, holding a male and female golden whip in front of him, with irrepressible anger on his face.

"Your Majesty, do you know what mistakes you made today?!" Wen Zhong asked in a cold voice, walking towards Di Xin step by step, looking at Di Xin, who was completely out of state, he said:

"One, you offended the Nuwa Sage Niangniang!"

"Second, you smashed the Nuwa stone statue and disrespected the saint!"

"Three, you're disheveled, you're just a prodigal!"

"Four ......"

"Master, that's enough. Di Xin interrupted what Taishi Wen was about to say, turned around, and walked back to the palace step by step, covering his empty chest.

Wen Zhong was stunned, looked at the lonely figure in front of him, and couldn't say anything anymore.

What kind of demon did the king have today? For no reason, the king would never do such a thing in the Wahuang Temple today, what is the matter?

Huh, it's strange, why don't people talk about such a big thing?

Wen Zhong raised his eyes and looked at the people in Chaoge City, and found that they all seemed to have lost their amnesia, and there was no discussion about Di Xin's crazy actions just now, but instead he was praising the king for his hard work.

He looked at these people strangely, and hurried to the Wahuang Temple.

In the clean and tidy square, the stone statue of Nuwa is well standing in the main hall, the civil and military officials are still there, Wen Zhong walked towards the ceremonial official, he was about to ask, but he didn't expect the ceremonial official to speak first.

He said happily: "Master, our king is a person who bears great blessings, and he actually attracted Nuwa Niangniang's manifestation and praised our king greatly! ”

"The blessing of the Great Merchant?" Wen Zhong muttered, the ceremonial officer didn't hear clearly, but it didn't affect his good mood, he continued to laugh:

"Taishi, our king drank the spirit wine given by Niangniang, how is it now?

"What is the rest? What spirit wine?" Wen Zhong frowned, his brain suddenly turned into a mess, it was obviously a mess before, why is it as if nothing happened now?

Could it be that he hallucinated today?

The ceremonial official glanced at him angrily, "Taishi, the king was personally sent back to the palace to rest, why did you still come to ask the lower officials? Nuwa Niangniang saw that our king was working hard, and specially gave us a glass of spiritual wine, didn't the king go back to the palace to sleep?"

Wen Zhong only felt that something was wrong, and instructed the official to finish and hurry to the palace.

When he arrived in the palace, he saw Di Xin, who was unable to give up, and it was difficult for his heart to fall.

"Great King, what happened in the Wahuang Temple just now, you ......" Wen Zhong didn't say anything more when he said this.

Di Xin raised his head, his cold eyes full of doubts and an inexplicable mania.

He looked at Wen Zhong and asked very tiredly, "What the Taishi wants to ask is about the lonely smashing of the Nuwa stone statue?"

"It's not. Wen Zhong saw Di Xin ask like this, and his messy head was completely sober, it seems that the king still remembers, not everyone has forgotten.

There was no one else in the hall, so Wen Zhong had no scruples, and said directly:

"King, the people of the whole city seem to have lost their memory, the front of the Wahuang Temple is neat, and the stone statue you smashed is also intact, and people say that you drank the spirit wine given by Nuwa Niangniang and went back to the palace to rest first. ”

Saying this, he paused for a moment, and when he saw that Di Xin's eyes were full of doubts, he continued:

"What happened in front of the Wahuang Temple before, now only the king and the ministers remember, this matter is really strange, I am afraid that someone behind it is deliberately promoting. ”

"At least two people!" said Di Xin with a sudden start, with great certainty.

He thought of the woman he had seen earlier, and his heart felt so empty that he trembled and almost couldn't stand on his feet.

Seeing this, Wen Zhong hurriedly stepped forward to support him, so as to avoid falling.

"What's wrong with you, King, can't it be that you've been subjected to some demon magic?" Wen Zhong said in surprise. When I think of these strange things today, I feel that things are far more complicated than I thought.

Di Xin slowed down for a long time before he came to his senses, stood up straight, and waved his hand: "It's not a demon law, I just think it's ...... There is a person in the bottom of my heart, she, she ......"

At this point, he could no longer say anything, he could not continue, because he did not know what to say.

"Who?" Wen Zhong asked.

Di Xin was stunned by his question, and recalled the man's sly smile, and his heart stirred again.

He searched left and right, feeling that he should find a way to keep that face as soon as possible. Finally, he directly picked up a box of red cinnabar on the desk and ran directly to the study.

Wen Zhong was curious from the side, and then followed.

Di Xin came to the study, rummaged but couldn't find a suitable thing, and finally ripped off the yellow cloth on the beam and spread it on the ground, and began to draw on the yellow cloth with his fingers dipped in cinnabar.

This move made him feel extremely difficult. His brows were furrowed, his thin lips were pursed, and a touch of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes.

No matter how hard it is, he has to leave that man behind!

He began to ignore everything else, and the whole person was completely immersed in it, recalling every detail that belonged to her little by little, drawing it with his own hands.

This painting did not stop for three days and three nights, and as time passed, the memory became more and more blurred, and when it was finally completed, the vermilion man on the yellow cloth was so angry that he wanted to tear it off.

It's not her at all, it's not at all!

However, the strength in his hand slowly relaxed, and even so, he was reluctant to tear it off.

Because he found that his memory was already very vague, except that the indescribable feeling was getting stronger and stronger, and the outline of her in his mind had faded to only one outline.

"Taishi ......" As soon as he opened his mouth, Di Xin found that his voice was unusually hoarse, got up and drank a glass of water to moisten his throat, and then picked up the yellow cloth and looked at Wen Taishi, who had been with him for three days and three nights, and also did not eat or drink.

"Taishi, have you ever seen her?" Di Xin shook the yellow cloth away and motioned for Wen Zhong to come forward and take a look.

Wen Zhong stepped forward to take a closer look, but he couldn't see a clue, so he said helplessly:

"This appearance is extremely beautiful, but the minister has never seen an immortal look like this. ”

Saying that, he laughed a little funny: "It turns out that the king was so out of shape before, is it because he saw this beauty?"

Although the king loves beauty, he is not the kind of person who delays things because of beauty, and the scene at that time was so serious and solemn, and the king was not just out of shape just because of this beautiful woman.

Among them, I'm afraid that someone is really making trouble.

Then the woman in the painting can't be the troublemaker, right?

How could Di Xin not understand Master Wen's expression? Carefully put away the yellow cloth, shook his head and affirmed:

"She's not, Lone knows!"

He knew that she with that smile was definitely not.