Bian'an is the capital of the country of Damin, because of its superior geographical environment, many natural dangers, easy to defend and difficult to attack, coupled with the situation of no war all the year round, up to the emperor of the Son of Heaven, down to the common people, are full of poetry and books, export into chapters, created its unique name of Wenchang country.

There are many literati and scholars, and Bian'an, as its capital, is even more prosperous and charming.

But also because of its elegance that is almost dissolute, the face is covered with white frost, and the five stones are sucked, and the joy of prostituting boys and men is regarded as an elegant thing, and the people are even more proud of it, and it cannot be said to be debauched and invisible.

In the national capital, all kinds of fragrances are mixed all year round, including the fragrance of high-quality sandalwood flowers and the inferior woody fragrance of flowers.

Because those elegant people with white faces painted red, long robes and wide sleeves, and thin bodies use all kinds of sandalwood flowers and plants as the basis for showing off, even the lowest hawkers and butchers are inevitably dressed and incense painted red within their □□ ability.

The south building of the red square in the city of Bian'an is lined up, although it is extravagant and gorgeous, but it is more elegant, if it is not for the red lady waiters who are often accompanied by magnificent clothes in the elegant people, anyone thinks that those are just the gathering places of celebrities and elegant people.

However, in addition to the significance of the Red Square South Building itself, they can indeed be called elegant places.

After all, it is the capital of the country called Wenchang, and the matchmaker waiter who is simply a servant of Israel cannot survive here, and the number of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and the number of books of ritual music and imperial archery, at least, is also proficient in one of them, not to mention that everyone among them is never lacking.

Although the Damin male style is popular, it is only limited to the nobility and celebrities, the popular among the powerful families, the general public for the livelihood, for the heirs, will not spend extra time and energy to support the noble waiters, in the male style, the general public can only secretly envy.

Damin's demeanor is wonderful, but if it's just like this, Damin Bian'an is just a faint star in the night, although it shines, it can't stand out in the starlit night.

The reason why a story can become a story, in addition to the storyteller, the most important thing is the characters and the background of the story that make up the story.

Our story starts from the city of Bian'an.

Now, maybe the heartwarming story is about to begin, so listen closely.

He woke up from the soft couch, the soft couch? Inexplicably, the word soft couch came to his mind, and even if it was pitch black around him, he knew that he should be on the soft couch.

But, the question is, why did he wake up on the soft couch? It seems, it seems, that he shouldn't sleep on a soft couch, what he is used to should be a plank bed or Simmons, but why is it that the first thing that pops out of his mind is the soft couch?

Moreover, isn't his name Chen Gongsheng? Why did the name Liang Meng also jump out?

He thought that he should have encountered a time travel, although most of the memories that belonged to him were missing, but if he thought about it carefully, he could still jump out of some basic common sense.

For example, now, although he forgot who he was, he could remember that he was Chen Gongsheng and crossed over to Liang Meng, so the word soft couch should belong to Liang Meng.

He crossed over into Liang Meng and occupied Liang Meng's body, and I don't know if Liang Meng also occupied his body.

Since I don't have much memory now, I can only draw it slowly. See if you can find the memories of both parties and the way to go back.

Now, then, it's time to think about only the most important questions.

"Is there anyone? Can you turn on a light or light a candle? Liang Meng shouted in a low voice, while holding on to the edge of the soft couch, carefully testing the ground under the soft couch with his feet.

If there is no one around, he can only grope for himself to see if he can find the light source, no matter how bad it is, it is good to open a door or window.

In the dark, a pair of hands supported him who was stumbling, through the clothes, Liang Meng felt the coldness of those hands, in such a dark environment, it should really be a little scary.

He doesn't seem to be afraid of such a thing at all! Is it really a relationship between the growth environment and the like?

Liang Meng, who was not afraid, calmly sat back on the soft couch with the support of his hands.

He cleared his throat, said in a low voice, and said with a slight weakness, "Since you have been here all along, then you should be quite close to me, right?" Maybe you don't believe it, but I don't know who I am anymore. ”

When he couldn't master Yiqiē, Liang Meng, who felt that he was very domineering, could only choose to soften himself, lower himself, and temporarily pin his expectations on others.

The owner of those hands, and the master of this room, embroidered brocade.

Embroidered brocade was draped in tulle, and his looming beautiful body was covered with bruises and bruises, and he stared at the floor as if he wanted to play some game.

"Why do you want to say such things, what do you want to do, what you want to play, the slave is to accompany you, the slave really wants to serve you well." Xiu Jinjiao smiled, and her already beautiful face was even more charming under the reflection of the silver breath around her.

Even if you know that people sitting on soft couches can't see this qiē at all, but living in such a Fengyue place, Xiujin has become accustomed to covering up her feelings with flattery.

Liang Meng sighed, he figured out one thing, and he also got one thing wrong, first, he knew that he should be in ancient times, it was the word ancient! Although the exact date is not clear.

Second, he misunderstood their relationship, they seemed to be limited to having fun, but it was not ruled out that he was deceived, so, really, a failure.

Groping and touching the hands, the delicate and tender touch made Liang Meng shiver fiercely, it seemed that he hated skin contact, although he didn't know which one it was.

Holding back the * who let go of his hand, Liang Meng hoped that this person could feel his sincerity, although he hid some of it, he really didn't lie about it.

"I know you don't believe it, even I can't believe it, but I really don't know who I am, now I only have you by my side, I don't need to deceive you, I only vaguely remember that I seem to be called Liang Meng, but what is my identity, what is the past, I don't even know why I am here, please believe what I say."

Xiujin lowered his eyes and looked at the hand holding his hand, which was slender but thin, pale and sickly, and looked powerless, but it was such a pair of hands, but it planted dense traces of terror on his body.

The gaze was moving upward, there were originally a pair of empty eyes, which should have been dark to deep, obviously so blank, but as if absorbing all the evil in this world, it was so fierce and cruel that every time I didn't pay attention to it, my soul was as painful as if it had been torn apart.

Therefore, even if those eyes were so beautiful that they were dazzling, he never dared to look directly at those eyes like this.

However, at this moment, he watched, and watched intently.

Those eyes are still as empty and dark as they were originally, but the evil in them is as if they never existed, so clear that there is only a faint confusion, a faint peace.

It makes people unconsciously feel sorry for why God is so unfair and why they have the right to see the world.

But in the peace of those eyes, they appeased their resentment, because even when they were in darkness, they could only see light.

He was unfair for him, but he never felt unjust.

I feel sorry for him, but he lives extremely freely.