He Zichen got out of bed, walked to the table, poured a cup of tea and drank it all, and pushed open the window again, letting the breeze and sunlight come in together, he took a deep breath, the spiritual power in his body worked, and jumped from the window.

With his toes slightly downward, his body as light as a swallow, He Zichen stood on the turquoise dove leaves, gently rising and falling with the breeze.

Under the tree not far away, Lan Yin reached out and picked a green leaf, his fingers pinched it flexibly, his expression was extremely focused, and he tried this several times, and finally the leaf in his palm turned into a frog, and he jumped into the grass with a clatter, and disappeared.

Lan Yin happily plucked another blade of grass and turned it into a grasshopper, looking at the magic of this self-created zào, the little child's eyes were a little incredulous, and he turned around and ran in front of his master, tilting his little head, excitedly wanting to express something.

However, after all, he couldn't say anything, so he could only wave his hands excitedly and jump on the spot.

Sheng Ling lowered his eyes, raised his hand and touched Lan Yin's head, a faint smile overflowing from the corner of his mouth.

He Zichen looked at the two people from afar, one big and one small, a little inexplicably blocked.

It's really hard...... He thought that no matter whether he was happy, sad, wronged, or misunderstood, he couldn't express or refute it, and all his feelings had to be borne by himself.

There are words that can't be spoken, and after years and months, no matter how vivid and interesting people are, they have wilted.

Obviously, I'm not dumb.

He Zichen flew over and landed in front of the two of them, with a little grass clippings hanging on the tips of his shoes, he pinched Lan Yin's little face, turned his head and said to Sheng Ling: "I'm so hungry, do you have my share of breakfast?" ”

"We've all eaten it all." Sheng Ling looked away slightly, and said, "The food in the building is light, I'm afraid Your Majesty can't get used to it, I've already asked people to go to the imperial dining room to get His Majesty's favorite dishes." ”

Sensitively feeling the alienation of Sheng Ling's attitude, He Zichen felt a little unhappy in his heart.

"Lan Yin, you go to the side to play first, and I'll talk to your master."

After taking Lan Yin away, He Zichen stepped forward, pulled up a strand of silver-white hair and played with it in his hand, and said with a smile: "I was called Chenchen two days ago, and today I will become Your Majesty...... Well? ”

"Didn't you ask Sheng Ling to pretend not to remember?" Sheng Ling's face was calm, he paused, smiled very lightly, and raised his eyes to look directly at He Zichen, "But Sheng Ling doesn't remember, Your Majesty shouldn't and doesn't remember...... Q&A with you and me that day, right? ”

What do I have amnesia?

Because you're gone.

Why did I leave my soul?

I am the one who harmed you.

……

Sheng Ling's gaze was calm, neither annoyed nor at a loss, only a little cold gentleness.

He seemed to be saying: Come on, whether it is hatred or punishment, whatever you want to do to me, I will accept it.

Obviously, he didn't say anything, but He Zichen just knew that Sheng Ling thought so.

Because he knows this person, no matter how many misunderstandings he suffers, this person will never argue, and will always seem to be calm, but in fact he will be passive in the doubts of others.

But Sheng Ling, how could you ever believe me?

He Zichen was a little flustered in his heart, and opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end he didn't know how to speak.

It's just that, isn't it good that the two of them can talk like friends like this now? If it is mentioned abruptly, even if the misunderstanding is resolved, the relationship has faded.

It's better to be so confused for a while, and then talk about it later.

It's three years late, isn't it?

After a while, someone came back with a big food basket, which was full of dishes that He Zichen liked, but this time, he didn't have much appetite, so he only hurriedly ate a few bites and put down the dishes and chopsticks.

"Shengling ......" He Zichen spoke, pondering what topic to talk about.

Sheng Ling got up, intercepted his words, and said, "You come with me." ”

He Zichen followed Sheng Ling to one of the rooms on the ninth floor that had never lifted the ban, Sheng Ling raised his hand and waved, the door opened silently, He Zichen's eyes swept casually, and then froze.

The room was empty and there was nothing but a bow stand in the center, on which was a bow of great quality, which was dark and extraordinary.

"Rainbow!"

He Zichen was excited, and rushed forward in three or two steps, caressing it with great cherishment, and his eyes were no different from looking at his own son.

Sheng Ling walked behind him, his eyes narrowed slightly, and said softly, "You can take it back to Fuyue Palace." ”

He Zichen's movements were imperceptible, he turned his back to Sheng Ling, the excitement in his eyes faded like a tide, and he quickly pulled out a smile as if nothing happened, turned around and pretended to be shocked: "You want to give it to me?!" ”

"Sheng Ling, you are so good!"

He Zichen immediately regarded the bow as a possession, and carefully rubbed it inch by inch, his eyes almost showed some greed, and he said shamelessly: "You are so good, I must have liked you very much before."

Sheng Ling was slightly stunned, a bitter smile on the corner of his mouth disappeared, and then he recounted softly: "The rainbow was originally yours, you...... After leaving the soul, I moved the rainbow to the Star Picking Tower for safekeeping, and now, since you have returned, the thing should be returned to its original owner. ”

"What? You mean...... This bow is mine?! He Zichen turned around, his eyes widened, and he looked incredulous, "Not long ago, I read some records of famous bows in a book, and I recognized them at a glance, this is the rainbow bow that shot the demon hundreds of years ago......"

"It was also many years ago that you injured the bow of the Nine Infants."

"He Zichen," Sheng Ling looked at him fixedly, his tone affirmative, "Actually, you remembered, right?" ”

He Zichen stiffened slightly, and soon hung up a heartless smile again, wanting to gag the past, but he couldn't open his mouth when he looked at Shang Shengling.

The smile gradually faded, and he sighed slightly, "You can still see it." ”

He had already known that Sheng Ling was delicate, and it was impossible to ignore the horse's feet that he had just seen when he saw Jing Hong, and even, maybe not at this time, even earlier, when he had just recovered some of his memories, Sheng Ling found out.

In the Sunshade Forest, He Zichen remembered some things, and the reappearance of the scene about many years ago stimulated the recovery of his memory, and he was caught off guard by the heavy and complicated memories at that critical juncture.

First, he and Sheng Ling encountered the situation of the Nine Babies together many years ago, and then many fragmentary pictures also came over, making him dizzy for a while.

In fact, speaking of which, he can't be regarded as completely recovering his memories, the fragments of those memories are too scattered, and he can't sort them out for a while, he can only grasp a few fragments, but he can't connect all the experiences in the first half of his life.

It's like a lot of scattered beads that can't be connected together in an orderly way, because they don't seem to be able to find ...... The thread that strings them together.