Feng'er's little hands were busy, but there was no surprise on her face, and when she saw that Ming Yulong looked calm and did not have a sad look, she replied honestly:

"Miss, you didn't care about anything before, you didn't care about anything. Sitting there alone all day long, you don't care if the slave talks to you.

Don't say it's reading books, even if you play with rag dolls when you were a child, you also throw it aside and don't care about anything.

The prince saw you like this, and didn't send you to the school. I specially invited the master to teach you to read and draw.

You don't like to talk much, and the Master teaches alone, and you don't answer him when you ask questions, and you don't look at him, and you don't get communication, and you don't know how you have learned.

After a few times and a few masters. The prince doesn't care much about these things. ”

I see.

After Feng'er said this, a few fragments flashed in Ming Yulong's mind.

A clip is a thin little girl, in the middle of the night, secretly holding a night pearl, sitting in the corner and reading a book, she is hungry to absorb the knowledge in the book, and reads very seriously.

Although the little girl looks less than ten years old, judging from the outline of her facial features, she is Ming Yulong when she was a child.

Another clip is that in the middle of the night, when the third watch, Xiao Ming Yulong will always get up on time, and then walk outside, very agile, walking quietly, at first glance, he has internal strength and knows how to do light work.

At this time, there will always be a black shadow flashing outside the door, as if someone is rushing by.

These two fragments are relatively clear, and there are some other fragments, and I don't know what the road is.

She tried hard to remember these fragments, the original body had a book, so where was the book?

As she recalled, there was a sharp pain in her temples, tugging on the nerves on her scalp, and the headache was so splitting that she couldn't think about it anymore.

When the pain slowly eased, Ming Yulong slowly opened his eyes.

I don't know how long it took for her to think about it, Feng'er had already retreated, and there was only the smell of jasmine chips burning in the incense burner in the room, and she could hear her breathing quietly.

Ming Yulong raised his hands, his eyes were deep, and he looked at the white and slender hands in front of him without a trace of expression on his face.

Even after watching it for a few days, she still felt strange.

Whether it's a face or a hand, you will always see how to get used to it.

Now she feels strange in her heart, but it is the deity.

She originally thought that she was just an ordinary girl, and it was as simple as being discriminated against by her family because of autism, but now it seems that this body should have some strange secrets that she doesn't know.

Just like the memory of the original body, she always felt that there were some disconnects, like a movie that had been cut out, and some time was blank, and there was no impression at all.

Whether it's about the inner force that the Buddha-figure has, or the knowledge that he has.

It seems that no one knows the way of the road, the people in the palace don't know the way, the prince of the Ming doesn't know the way, the Ming Yujin doesn't know the way, the concubine Ding doesn't know the way, the Ming Ruxue doesn't know the way, and even the closest Feng'er doesn't know the way.

According to the memories in her mind, Ming Yulong, her autism is not like a disguise, but why does an autistic person have such a deep secret?

There is also the black shadow outside the house in his memory, as soon as he appeared, Ming Yulong got up and went out, was Ming Yulong's internal strength taught by him?