Soon, the people of Fuyue Palace rushed out, and like the palace maid before, they saw He Zichen at a glance, and they all looked incredulous. However, this group of people was much calmer than the previous palace maid, and quickly reined in the expressions on their faces, and the first two attendants were a little excited in their eyes, and hurriedly bowed to the ground and said: "Qingsong and Qingbai welcome Your Majesty back to the palace!" ”

"Welcome back to the palace!" The group behind them also bowed down in unison, and their voices were full of awe.

He Zichen looked at the palace people kneeling on the ground in front of him, and finally found a little bit of a big feeling, a little emotional, and a little inexplicably kind. He cleared his throat, raised his hands, and said in a deep voice, "Get up!" ”

He Zichen found that the palace people lowered their heads after getting up, as if they didn't dare to look at him, but they couldn't help but raise their eyes and peek at him, that shyly and timid...... The attitude made him a little puzzled, raised his hand and touched his chin, and secretly thought to himself: Could it be that I gave birth to a face that turns all beings upside down?

When He Zichen was determined to take a closer look at his appearance later, the first chamberlain who didn't know whether his name was Qingsong or Qingbai stepped forward and bowed to Asher and the others, "Thank you for sending Your Majesty back to the palace!" I don't know if you immortals want ......"

"No need, I'm just waiting for the orders of the national teacher." Asher's attitude was neither humble nor arrogant, he glanced at the fainting palace maid over there, frowned, and said, "Then, what's going on?" Didn't I say hello to you a long time ago? ”

The chamberlain lowered his eyebrows and said: "The immortal atonements, that palace maid is young and has short knowledge, so the servant will transfer her elsewhere." ”

"Well, the National Teacher can't take a break at the moment, you have to take care of Your Majesty, what the National Teacher explained before, you must remember it." Asher nodded and admonished, "If anything...... Go to the Star Picking Tower in time to report to the National Teacher. ”

This made He Zichen feel a little weird, and he didn't leave the "national teacher", even if the national teacher was his friend, he didn't have to care so carefully, as if there was some ulterior relationship. Also, this Asher seems to be the person of the national teacher, why should he point fingers at his people?

Thinking so, He Zichen motioned to the chamberlain not to speak, turned to Asher and said, "You won't bother with this, now that your task has been completed, then go back to your own house and find your own mother." It's good to go, don't send it! ”

"......" Asher's facial muscles twisted imperceptibly for a moment, but he still put one hand on his chest and saluted him without losing his manner, and said, "I'll take my leave, Your Majesty take care." ”

The people in the Star Picking Tower carried a small sedan chair and walked away in the wind, which really had a bit of fairy style. When He Zichen saw them go away, he turned around and waved his hand and said, "Let's go, find my mother!" ”

He originally just said this casually, but he didn't expect the others to react very much, and persuaded one by one: "Your Majesty, it is inconvenient for you to see the Queen Mother for the time being, and please reunite with the Queen Mother again after recovering your memories in the future, so as not to make the Queen Mother sad when she sees your current state." ”

He Zichen: "......, "Why do you all know that I have amnesia?"

He Zichen said: "Okay, just according to what you say." ”

He didn't expect that he really had a mother, perhaps because of his nature that blood is thicker than water, which made him feel a little moved, a little expectant, and a little timid.

Although he didn't feel that he was in any bad state, it was obvious that he could be better, so let's go see his mother when he was in better shape, and now he should ask about himself.

Returning to his own territory, He Zichen felt very comfortable, turned around and sat on the main seat, propped up one leg, and was about to say something, but saw that the palace people showed some embarrassed looks on their faces, and someone reminded in a whisper: "Your Majesty, you ...... Let's change clothes first. ”

He Zichen was stunned for a moment and looked under him......

"Close your eyes to me! Close your eyes! ”

Now that the weather is a little hot, the cold on his body has almost eased, and the fox fur that was originally tightly wrapped on his body has unconsciously opened a little, so he has such a leg...... Ahem, it's indecent.

Amnesia and shame are still there, and after doing obscene things in front of so many people, He Zichen's face was a little unbearable, and he followed Qing Song back to the bedroom to change his clothes expressionlessly.

Looking at the people in the mirror, he secretly praised himself, what a beautiful boy with clear eyebrows and a romantic style! It turned out that he was like this, no wonder many palace people, regardless of men and women, had some dodgy glances, thinking that he felt that his demeanor was peerless, and he didn't dare to look at him directly.

Qing Song was changing clothes for He Zichen, while secretly observing his expression, and found that the majesty in front of him was no different from the one in his memory, regardless of his appearance and bearing, and only then did he faintly breathe a sigh of relief in his heart.

The surface of the skin is warm, and there is a pulse beating inside, very good, very good.

After getting better dressed, He Zichen looked at Qing Song and said, "Qing Song, since you all know that I have amnesia, come and tell me some about the situation." ”

"If you want to know something, ask the minion." After a pause, Qing Song reminded again, "Your Majesty, you should call yourself 'I'. ”

"I ask you," He Zichen felt that this self-proclaimed method had the temperament of a big man, and he was very happy to change his words, "What age am I?" Why amnesia? And why...... Forget it, you answer these two questions first. ”

"His Majesty is twenty-one years old this year, because of ......"

"Wait," He Zichen interrupted him, looking at himself in the mirror, his brows furrowed slightly, and he pointed to the mirror and wondered, "How old am I?" ”

The person in the mirror has sword eyebrows and starry eyes, red lips and white teeth, a handsome appearance, a little green, a little childish, and a little childish, clearly still a young man. Although the age of twenty-one has nothing to do with the word "old", it has also completed the transformation from teenager to youth, and it should not be like this. Although he has amnesia, he knows some common sense.

"This ......" Qing Song wiped the sweat that did not exist, and said cautiously, "Your Majesty is indeed twenty-one years old, but the body of a daughter is always younger than ordinary people. ”

"Is that so?" He Zichen reluctantly accepted this explanation, and said, "Then why did I lose my memory?" ”

Qing Song lowered his eyes and told the story of why he had amnesia in a calm tone like reciting scriptures.

To put it simply, not long ago, He Zichen and the national teacher led the ministers to hold a ceremony to worship the sky, but they made a foolish fall on the high platform of the sacrifice, broke their brains, and couldn't recover their memories for a while. Although Qing Song said a lot and spoke very carefully, the specific time, place, weather, people present, and even the ill-fitting clothes he was wearing at that time were clearly explained to the guide zhì who stepped on the hem of his clothes before falling down, he still did not change the essence of this matter - he, the king of a country, a person who was said to be very remarkable, stepped on the hem of his clothes and broke his brain in public.

He Zichen couldn't help but lower his head, looking at the hem of his clothes in a daze, a little unacceptable for a while.

In his subconscious, he should have done some earth-shattering heroic deeds, fighting against evil forces, saving the common people from fire and water, and was accidentally retaliated against for a while, but fortunately, evil prevailed, and he finally woke up...... Something like this, in short, is the most tragic kind.

He didn't give up and said, "Will it be ...... Did someone deliberately push me down, trying to usurp power and replace me? "No matter how bad it is, it's also designed by some sinister villain.

Qing Song's expression suddenly became a little indescribable, and he said sincerely: "Your Majesty, you think too much." ”

He Zichen felt that Qing Song was lying.

He went out for a walk, and asked the palace maids of Fuyue Palace one by one, and everyone gave the same answer, even the choice of words and sentences, and the tone of the narrative were no different from Qingsong, the same words were conclusive, and even the details were so real, as if they had seen it with their own eyes.

He Zichen was devastated.

He Zichen, who was devastated, felt that he needed to eat something to comfort himself, and waved his hand, "Come on, bring me something to eat!" ”

Hearing this, Qing Song instructed the palace maid who was combing her hair in a double bun: "Zizhu, you go to the imperial dining room to bring His Majesty's meal, remember the instructions of the National Teacher." ”

"Yes." A palace maid quickly answered and ran towards the imperial dining room.

Qingsong and Qingbai made a look, Qingbai nodded and retreated, and after a while, he brought a unique shape and exquisite incense burner, and there was no smoke, but the smell was faint. Qingbai put the incense burner under He Zichen's nose and said respectfully: "Your Majesty, you can take a few sips." ”

He Zichen immediately held his breath and said unhappily: "I'm hungry, I want to eat!" It's not sucking things! ”

"Your Majesty doesn't know," Qingbai's face remained unchanged, "the grains and grains are all mundane things, and the Holy Body of His Majesty should not be defiled, and must be purified with incense before the meal...... This is the basic etiquette of the king's daily life. ”

"Is there such a manner?" He Zichen looked at him suspiciously, and saw that Qingbai had always been determined, so he believed it first, but he still said, "I'll show me the relevant records in a while." ”

He Zichen approached the incense burner, took a deep breath, and suddenly felt refreshed, and an indescribable ironing sticker, as if this faint incense soaked all the limbs and bones, and even the soul was appeased. He couldn't help but take a few more sips, until Qingbai took the incense burner away, and then reluctantly withdrew his gaze.

After a while, Zizhu, the palace maid who had gone to the imperial dining room before, came back with a small food basket, and He Zichen waited for her to come up with some delicious food quickly, only to see Zizhu's slender jade fingers reach in and bring out a bowl of snow-white and flawless, soft texture, smooth and clear ...... White porridge.

The light in He Zichen's eyes faded a little, and he quickly stretched his neck to look into the food basket to see what other dishes were inside. Zizhu looked at him a little impatiently and secretly pursed his lips and smiled, and sure enough, he lived up to his expectations, put his hand into the food basket again, and took out a plate...... Pickled radish?

Zizhu covered the food box, and said in a voice like a yellow warbler: "Your Majesty, please eat." ”

This is the Imperial Diet? Are you kidding?

He Zichen's resentment was too strong, Zizhu had to take the initiative to explain: "Your Majesty, you haven't eaten for too long, you can only eat some light food for the time being, the national teacher specially instructed you to only drink some rice soup for the time being, and the slave maid changed it to white porridge on her own initiative, and this stack of radishes was also secretly taken by the slave maid in the imperial dining room." There was a faint hint of invitation in his words.