Yi Qingyang, who was holding Yi Ling'er's shoulder tightly just now, originally had a worried expression, but when he heard the name, he instantly turned into horror, stood up suddenly, and took his hand away in an instant.

Yi Ling'er naturally noticed the change in Yi Qingyang, and she was testing him.

She didn't move, still half-bent back and her hands over her head, she wanted to see how he reacted next.

In fact, when she said the man's name, there was also an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

"Ling'er, where did you hear this name?"

After Yi Qingyang came back to his senses, he half-squatted in front of Yi Ling'er and stroked her head with his hand.

Take a closer look, his other hand is trembling, Ling'er has lost her memory and still knows that name, is Murong Xiang so important in her heart?

"No one sues me, but such a name appears in my head, can you sue me who he is?"

Yi Qingyang saw the longing in Yi Ling'er's eyes, she didn't think of him, was that longing just the desire of an amnesiac person for memory?

He did not answer her, but helped her to the bed and ordered a glass of water to be poured out.

"Don't go."

Yi Ling'er grabbed Yi Qingyang, who was just about to turn away, and he hadn't answered her question yet.

"I'm not leaving, I'm going to get something for you, you can rest for a while. Come well, I'll be back soon. ”

Yi Qingyang patted the hand on his sleeve and signaled her to be relieved.

"Well, I'll wait for you."

Yi Qingyang almost returned to the imperial study with the speed of escape, and he turned out to be so wolf because of Murong Xiang.

"The Emperor's ......"

Xiao Shunzi thought something was wrong when she saw Yi Qingyang like this, and hurriedly stepped forward to ask.

"Get out, get out!"

"Yes, minion, get out."

Yi Qingyang took a deep breath and walked to the table with messy steps, there was a painting in the mezzanine inside, which he often looked at, was Yi Ling'er's portrait.

There is also a box next to it, painted red, with a lock on it, which must have not been opened for a long time.

A man's hand was touched back and forth on the lacquer box, and the corners of the man's mouth pulled out a hint of a smile, and there was tenderness on the tips of his eyebrows.

Illinger lay on the bed, a silent tear falling from the corner of her eye, and she felt like she was about to collapse.

Yi Qingyang's reaction is indeed doubtful, but she can't be sure of anything, because she has no memory, no memory!

Who should she trust?

If she really believed in Murong Xiang, in case the truth was not like that, how could she be the real father of her child!

"Ling'er, have you slept? Why are you crying? ”

Before Yi Ling'er could adjust her feelings, Yi Qingyang sat on the edge of the bed and saw her red eyes and slightly swollen nose.

"I'm fine, it's just that having no memory makes me feel bad, it feels like everything is blank, it scares me, I'm afraid I'm doing something wrong. Brother, you won't lie to me, will you? We grew up together, you wouldn't lie to me, would you? You sue me, you speak! ”

Yi Ling'er got up half-lying on the bed, a little excited, and the joints of her hands holding Yi Qingyang's sleeves turned white.

Yi Qingyang didn't answer her immediately, which made her heart even more panicked.

"I won't lie to Ling'er, I won't lie to you......"

In the end, Yi Qingyang still muttered, and kept repeating what he said, as if he was saying it to Yi Ling'er, and it seemed to be for himself.