"Your Highness!" The man ran in front of me in three or two steps, his eyes were slightly red, he wanted to speak and stopped, and he looked like he wanted to cry but didn't dare to cry, which really made me a little embarrassed. Although I already know that the other party is Fu Ruozhen, my rightful husband Wangfu, but for me now, he is more like an unknown stranger, with the name of his partner, but he does not have the slightest impression of familiarity - to really say it, since I lost my memory, the most familiar and intimate person is only Kuang Xixi.

It stands to reason that Mr. Wang should be the closest person to me.

Controlling the thought of wanting to turn back to find Kwong Xiyu, I reached out and stumbled a little, and it looked like I was about to fall into my arms, and I couldn't help but withdraw my hand the moment my fingertips touched him—I felt that he and I both paused and were surprised.

I didn't expect such a big reaction, as if I couldn't stand the other person's touch...... But I clearly saw Wang Fu's appearance for the first time since I lost my memory, and I didn't have any ill feelings towards him, so how could this be?

Looking at the obvious injury and loneliness in Wang Fu's eyes, I felt a little sorry, but I couldn't reach out abruptly, so I could only remedy it in another way, and the fallen hand turned around and patted his elbow gently: "Hmm...... Condolences. ”

The words were about to come out, but they didn't know what they used to call each other, so they had to skipped this stubble in disguise.

- I suddenly realized: did Wang Fu know about his amnesia?

If he knows, it's fine, if not, then can I tell him?

What are the interests behind this, I can't analyze it thoroughly for a while, it seems that I still have to wait for some time to sum up with Kuang Xixi.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but be stunned again: I seemed to have put Kwong Xihui on the side that could be negotiated and trusted without thinking, and even had some inexplicable dependence on her - but according to various clues, the relationship between her and me is confusing, far from being explained in a few words, and it is by no means a single right and wrong, love and hatred...... At least, it's not just half-sisters.

I thought that because of the county lord of Guang'an, I should have been wary of her, but on the contrary, I just wanted to believe in her for no reason, wanted to rely on her, and even ...... I want to get close to her.

It's not right or wrong, it's unreasonable, I just want to do it.

I knew that I couldn't go on like this when everything was unclear, but every time I touched her eyes, which were full of mixed emotions, I couldn't help but soften—I didn't know if I could be tough on her before I lost my memory, but now I can't resist at all.

Probably, the only way is to avoid these helpless eyes as much as possible.

"Thank you Your Highness for your concern, slave is fine." Retracting his reverie for Kuang Xixi, I saw that the prince blessed me, smiled at me, and his eyes were full of self-suppressed sadness, "Your Highness has been traveling all the way, and the slave has already instructed the servants to prepare hot water, please wash and rest." ”

"You've got a heart." I sighed, and was about to comfort him a few more words, when suddenly I felt a pang in my back, stuck in my throat with the words I hadn't yet spoken—frowning and looking sideways, it was Kwong Xihui, who had always used himself as a set to hide his breath, staring at me faintly.

To be precise, it was the right hand that stared at me faintly—the one that had just held the elbow of the prince.

This expression is not good......

As far as my eyes could see, Wang Fu also took advantage of the situation, and his sudden change of complexion made me feel a sigh in my heart, and I had a bad premonition - Wang Fu must have recognized Kuang Xihui as the emperor, and suddenly found that the Ninety-Five Supreme, who was supposed to be in charge of the world in the imperial capital Guanlan, appeared in a small city thousands of miles away, and even condescended to pretend to be a guard...... The reason for this has to be interesting.

Fortunately, Wang Fu was facing me, with his back to the rest of the people, and his surprise disappeared in a flash, and he quickly calmed down, pretending to be indifferent, and taught me to secretly breathe a sigh of relief—out of the corner of his eye, he saw that Kuang Xixi's fingers clenching the hilt of the sword did not relax in the slightest, and he lifted it again with a sigh of relief.

Inevitably, she showed some kind of horse feet to teach people to see through her identity, and she couldn't help but continue to anger the prince, so I quickly interrupted this strange look: "Ahem, this king is a little tired." ”

"Your Highness, please go this way." Calmly lowering his eyes, the prince saluted again, but the direction seemed to be facing Kuang Xiyu on my side, and then he turned around and led the way in front, while the rest of the Fu family waited in place, and did not dare to come forward—I secretly thought: I am afraid that it is not only because I have not received the order of the attendants, but also because I am afraid of me, the moody King Ling.

Wang Fu led the way in front of himself, did not look back, did not speak, but faithfully performed his duty to guide the way, and may have been shocked by the condensation emanating from Kuang Xihui from the inside out.

Pursing my lips helplessly, I looked around, and found that only the three of us were walking on the quiet path, and when I caught a glimpse of Kuang Xixi's ice-like expression, my heart moved, I quietly approached her half a step, pretending to reach out inadvertently, trying to pull her left hand hanging by her side, to attract her attention, and whisper.

It's just that I just touched the slightly cool fingertips, but I felt a pain in the back of my hand, and there was a crisp sound of "popping", and I was slapped by her lightly.

I silently held my right hand that was beaten back, and glared at it unwillingly and aggrievedly, but the other party didn't even give me a look.

Be all abroad! Unreasonable! It's, it's just too deceitful!

After this experience, I also stopped the idea of talking to her and made up my mind: I will never take the initiative to talk to her unless she apologizes.

Thinking like this, my pace couldn't help but speed up a little.

I didn't know that it had only been a while, but I felt that she was a few positions behind me, as if she had also acquiesced in singing against me, but she refused to bow her head first - I gritted my teeth, and I couldn't help but reflect on whether I was too willful and lost my feminine bearing.

After thinking about it, I slowed down and waited for her, and was thinking about how to break the stiffness, when I felt her heel turn and come to my left side, and the hand holding the sword was also changed to the left, and when I turned my head to look at her for some reason, I suddenly took my left hand with my free right hand.

Different from the right hand that is used to holding a sword, the fingers of the left hand are slender and soft, the ice muscles are boneless, warm and cool as jade, and the touch is so good that people are reluctant to let go.

Why did you give up your left hand, but you dragged your right hand and refused to let it go?

This thought, but I didn't come back to it until I entered the wing room in the backyard, but fortunately I still left half of my mind on Wang Fu, and withdrew my hand before he turned around - I couldn't help but take a sip in my heart Kuang Xixi, who was acting as a guard with a serious face: pretending to be someone else who held my hand before and refused to let go!

…… Bummer.

Having a place to rest, and having sent away the servants sent by the prince, I took a hot bath.

Kwong Xihui said that something had gone out - it was not until I had eaten dinner and refreshments and could not resist getting up to look for her that I had returned; She was joined by two guards who had been on to Zechang since two days earlier.

When I asked her where she had gone, she didn't say anything, and when she had eaten and rinsed her mouth, and the lights were lit in all four corners of the room, she mysteriously took out a small rosewood box from her bosom and pushed it in front of my eyes.

“…… For me? When I looked at her in amazement, I lowered my head and pretended to drink tea, but the roots of my ears were unconsciously stained with a thin layer of powder, which was very beautiful and instructive.

Carefully opening the box, it was covered with dark red velvet cloth, and in the middle lay a silver-white ring—judging from the color and the hardness of the tentacles, it did not look like the texture of sterling silver. I picked it up and took a closer look, and saw that the surface of the ring was only carved with some delicate twig patterns, simple and elegant, somehow, inexplicably felt a little familiar, and subconsciously reached out to touch the inside of the ring, and sure enough, I touched a small moment mark, and turned around by the bright light, but it was a strange figure with a few sharp corners.

"What is this?" I asked her.

She looked at me deeply, lifted her lips and smiled, "It's a fire." ”

"A fire? What do you mean? "Since it is mine, what is the meaning of carving a fire in it? Bless me for not being afraid of fire? It's a bit far-fetched.

But when I asked me more carefully, she refused to explain more, but took my hand and gently put my left finger on it, looking focused, as if she was doing something extremely serious: "This is our ...... The token of sisterhood, you can't lose it when you wear it, but remember? ”

The touch between the fingers was cold, but it seemed to be burning from that place, as if a fire had been engraved in the heart.

“…… Token? Only then did I notice that she also had such a similar ring on her hand, which seemed to have been worn only a few days ago, and I couldn't help but ask suspiciously.

She said that there was only one of the two rings, and that I had given them to her before. And the notch in the ring was specially engraved by me in the past - I suddenly understood a little, maybe it was because she couldn't guess the deep meaning I wanted to express in the past, so I also used such a method to pay tribute.

- It's so childish and cute.

However, when I looked at the rings we were wearing, I always felt a little weird.

Sisterhood...... Is it?

I looked at her, and she looked at me, trying to say something, but she couldn't say anything.

While they were speechless, the prince walked in with a group of servants.

"Your Highness, it's getting late, so let's go to bed for you." Looking at this stance, it seems like you're going to share a room with me.

Somehow, I felt weak in my heart, and immediately turned my head to look at Kwong Xiyu - as expected, now this person with an expressionless face and a cold silence all over his body, where is there a little tenderness?

I opened my eyes, unconsciously rubbing the pattern on the surface of the ring, only to feel that the heat suddenly faded, and a bit of bone-penetrating coolness oozing out of the end for no reason. 166 Reading Network