On the white marble platform, there is a beautiful person standing in the wind. Qiyun knew that his calamity could not be avoided, and after playing a song, he saw the dark figure walking towards him, smiled, jumped down, and was red under him......

Zi Mengqing watched as her sworn enemy fell off the high platform, the back of her head hit the stone, and she didn't know whether she was alive or dead, but what she miscalculated was Qiyun's position in Helian Ding's heart.

On that day, after Helian Ding saw Qiyun's white head, he sent people to follow him day and night, and reported any mistakes immediately. As a result, Helian Ding rushed to Bai Yugao's platform when he heard the news, and saw Zi Mengqing ordering someone to force Qiyun off the platform. In a fit of rage, he stripped Zi Mengqing of her title, put her in the cold palace, handed over the little prince to the nurse, and sent her to another palace to raise and take care of her.

The cool spring rain was pouring down, like crying and complaining. Surrounded by luodian screens on all sides, Qiyun was covered with black royal clothes, and lay on the Hu bed for seven days and seven nights.

Helian Ding put aside political affairs and stayed in front of her bed, under the threat of his sharp eyes, the imperial doctor continued to diagnose and dispense medicine day and night.

When he saw Qiyun jumping off the high platform, he was terrified, and he felt that the treasure he had cared for for a long time was shattered in front of his eyes. At that moment, he wanted to give everything he had in exchange for the recollection of the treasure.

He regretted it, from the moment he saw Qiyun's silver hair, he regretted it, and felt that there was a hole in the bottom of his heart, and blood was dripping. He buried his face in his palms, he didn't want her to die......

He was fascinated by her ethereal and soft singing, her swaying posture, and the dancing posture of Limbo Dengxian. When she was sober, she was like an immortal white jade, bright and beautiful, delicate and incomparable. When she was delirious, she was like a pure girl who didn't know the world, and she often smiled at him, full of charm. A silver hair did not reduce her beauty by half a point, like a demon blooming on a snow lotus, which grabbed people's hearts, made people love and couldn't bear to blaspheme.

He gently held Qiyun's hand, her hand was white and slender, turned over the palm, and the deep scar on the palm of the palm was an indelible injury.

On a cold night, he stood in front of her couch, hoping that she would wake up, even if she glared at him with hatred, he was willing. But she lay so peacefully.

What he has to face all day long is a tragic duel with his political opponents, a thrilling contest with his opponents. He heard her pure laughter in his ears to relieve him of his exhaustion. He recalled her gentle smile, and he couldn't help but want to get closer, and wanted to hold her beauty in the palm of his hand and hide it in his heart—

Qiyun was groggy and had a splitting headache, as if she was floating in the sea, and unfamiliar faces were shaking in front of her eyes. In the haze, I heard the man's roar and roar, "If anything happens to Concubine Lan, you quacks will give me Bai Aya death, and break my bones and scatter ashes!"

She seemed to see a silver-haired woman, with fluttering clothes, long eyebrows and slightly comfortable, misty eyes with affection, and smiled back at her.

A beautiful face looked sad, and there seemed to be infinite remorse and nostalgia in his phoenix eyes, and he murmured to her: "The thing I regret the most is...... Send you to his side. This...... It is a token of my royal family, even if I cross the Nai He Bridge and drink the water of Lethe, you and I can't forget each other! ”

The boundless fire was burning, and the flames were red like the flames of hell. She was in the midst of the fire, blood was dripping from the ground, and there was a faint cry of a child in her ears, and her nose seemed to smell the pungent smell of burning flesh.

She wanted to scream and escape, but her throat felt like someone was choking, and she couldn't breathe.

In the flames, a woman's face suddenly appeared, beautiful and dusty, but extremely hideous, "Ha Luha, you must not have imagined that your mother died because of you." Your mother was killed by you, what are you doing in this world? Die......" In an instant, the woman raised her sword and stabbed her......

"Ahh She woke up from her bed and sat up, sweating coldly. It was quiet, there was no fire, no beautiful men or beautiful women, only the silver moonlight shining on the windowsill. She inhaled and sniffed, there was no burnt meat on the tip of her nose, only a faint ambergris in the air, and it turned out that the constant crossing of the scene was a nightmare.

Hearing the sound, a man lifted the heavy curtain and rushed in, his robe was draped over his body indiscriminately, his face was surprised, and he shouted: "Yue'er, you are awake, you are finally awake!" You're having nightmares, being caught in nightmares. I'm by your side, Yue'er, don't be afraid. He took her into his arms and stroked her back.

His hand touched her back, and she stiffened slightly. The man noticed her strange appearance and asked Wen Yan, "Yue'er, what's wrong with you?" ”

"Who are you?" She asked, detached.

"Yue'er, I'...... I am your husband, Helianding. Yue'er, you can't remember? He replied, his eyes were honest, worried and doting.

"Oh," she nodded, her back still straight, "where did you just sleep?" ”

"For the past few days, I've been sleeping on the couch outside. If you do anything wrong, I will hear you. Helian Ding looked at her face and hesitated, "If you don't like it, I'll still sleep outside." As he spoke, he stood up and turned to leave.

"Eh, don't go, you...... Can you just sit here? She said, a little embarrassed, "I'm scared ......"

Helian Ding smiled and sat down on the edge of her bed, "Okay, I'll just sit here and watch you, you can sleep at ease." ”

"Thank you." She whispered.

"I'm your husband, I should take care of you, thank you?" Helian smiled and wiped the cold sweat from her forehead. At this moment, the flower in his heart bloomed quietly, full of joy of being lost and regained.

He saw her eyes clear and regain consciousness, but she lost her memory.

The Imperial Doctor had already diagnosed that she had suffered a strong concussion in the back of her head and would lose her memory if she woke up. She lost her memory, erased all the past, everything will start again, she has nothing to do with Princess Zhuohua, she is just his - Lan Yuehua.

After waking up, Qiyun was unusually quiet, and she found that she was full of silver hair in the mirror, and she was shocked and full of doubts in her heart. The Xia King named Helian Ding claimed to be his husband, why didn't he have any impression at all?

For her alienation and vigilance, Helian Ding didn't mind, but just doted on himself in every way. He seems to be careful about himself and does not dare to be very close.

She often reclined by the window, looking at the faint moon traces on the willow tops that had not completely disappeared. She didn't know why she had fallen into a long coma, she couldn't think of anything, her heart was empty and there was nothing to rely on, and the tip of her heart seemed to have been ripped clean, always trying to find what was lost to fill it. There was a touch of sorrow between her stretched brows, and she looked out the window and saw that the tall figure was staring at her stupidly.

In Helianding's eyes, in the light and shadow, the bright woman standing in front of the window was the same as the beautiful figure in his heart back then. As long as he looks at it like this, there is an inexplicable fulfillment and warmth.