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Cheng Qingluan turned his head and followed the prestige, only to see a snow-blue color, standing on the remote palace road with his hands in his hands, the bright moon emitting a soft light behind him, and a pair of warm eyes as bright as stars in the dark.

She didn't know many people in the palace, and when she heard that gentle voice, she recognized it at once: "Master Tong? ”

"It's Wechen." Tong Chuhan's eyes were half drooping, and he nodded.

Cheng Qingluan smiled faintly, looked at Tong Chuhan for a moment, and didn't want to go around in circles, so he said straightly: "At the beginning of the banquet, what did Imperial Doctor Tong's words mean......

"Shh

Before Cheng Qingluan finished speaking, Tong Chuhan suddenly made a silent gesture, snatched the glass palace lamp in her hand, and pulled her into the dark to hide.

After such a pull, the candle flame in the palace lamp was extinguished at once, and at this moment, there was a light footstep sound from the bright place, and it was getting closer and closer, Cheng Qingluan secretly took a look, and saw that it was Shisu, and hurriedly hid back.

Missing Cheng Qingluan's figure, Zi Su was anxious, where could he care that someone was snooping in the dark, but after staying for a while, he left in a hurry.

Listening to the footsteps gradually moving away, Cheng Qingluan walked out of the shadows.

Tong Chuhan also breathed a sigh of relief, stared at Cheng Qingluan with deep eyes, and said softly word by word: "Niangniang's amnesia is not an accident. ”

Cheng Qingluan was slightly stunned, then the corners of his lips hooked, and his lacquer-like eyes flashed with doubt and distrust: "Since you said that it was not an accident, what evidence do you have?" ”

"If you want to talk about the certificate, it's on the mother at the moment." Tong Chuhan smiled, his eyes fell lightly on Cheng Qingluan's face, and said calmly: "Niangniang only needs to touch the back of her head, if there is a foreign body bulging there, and it hurts to touch." ”

Hearing this, Cheng Qingluan's expression froze, and he recalled that in Muning Palace, when he saw her touching the back of his head, the strange appearance of Shisu, and what Tong Chuhan said, suddenly fell into an ice cellar, and his whole body was cold, and he said after a while: "You want to say that my amnesia was deliberately done by the emperor?" ”

"Yes."

Cheng Qingluan only felt a "boom-" sound in his head, and some scattered fragments passed in front of him intermittently, and he wanted to reach out to catch it, but he couldn't catch it.

They spun rapidly, and faster and faster, almost draining all the air around her, and the feeling of suffocation spreading, and now she was like a drowning person, desperate to find a straw to save her life......

The wind was as cool as water, rolling up a few withered residual flowers, Cheng Qingluan held on to the palace wall, feeling the chill from the palm to the bottom of his heart, his mind finally stabilized, looking at Tong Chuhan's eyes, as if to see through his thoughts: "Why do you want to tell me this?" ”

Looking at the pain and despair revealed by Cheng Qingluan's clear eyes, Tong Chuhan felt a trace of panic in his heart, but he still said calmly: "This is what the Queen Mother meant, and Weichen doesn't know much." His gaze suddenly deepened, "The Queen Mother just asked Weichen to guide a clear path for Niangniang." As for how to choose, it's up to the mother. As he spoke, he handed the glass palace lamp back to Cheng Qingluan.

Cheng Qingluan glanced at Tong Chuhan deeply, and finally took the palace lamp, and resolutely turned around and walked towards the depths of the palace road.

Seeing the moonlight falling on the distant figure, Tong Chuhan's heart was bitter, he pursed his lips gloomily, raised his feet and walked slowly in the opposite direction.

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The palace road that Cheng Qingluan walked was located next to the Imperial Garden, which was narrow and difficult to walk, and few people walked around on weekdays. Thinking that it was because no one took care of it, the stone carving palace lamp next to the road was not lit, and the fallen leaves were spread layer after layer, and the feet stepped on it to make a rustling sound.

Cheng Qingluan walked about 100 meters with his skirt, and was almost at the end, when he gradually saw a devastated palace gate, the walls were mottled and peeled off, and the plaque with vines was half-hanging on the top, as if it had been uninhabited for a long time.

After a little hesitation, Cheng Qingluan slowly pushed open the palace door, and the sound of "squeak, squeak" continued to come from the door axis, which was particularly harsh in this lonely night.

There is no light in it, and the trees in the courtyard will be cut off like water and moonlight, and the whole palace is gloomy and gloomy, like a pool of stagnant water, and it cannot be angry at all. The flowers on the side of the stairs are also blooming, and the petals are almost all gone, revealing a damp musty smell that rots from the roots, and when the wind blows, they will be scattered into mud.

Taking advantage of the fresh air brought in when the palace gate was opened, Cheng Qingluan walked towards the center of the courtyard, and just walked under the tree where the branches and leaves were still sparse, a terrible scream suddenly came.

Cheng Qingluan was startled, subconsciously took a step back, raised his eyes to look in the direction of the scream, and vaguely saw that it was a woman, who looked three points similar to her, and was also a rare beauty. It's just that the pair of beautiful glass eyes are very dim, and the expression is even more sluggish and stupid, without any agility and vitality.

Seeing her, the woman seemed to be taken aback, and after screaming for a while, she took a big step back from Cheng Qingluan's example, and muttered with a stupid smile: "Sister Junning, Sister Junning......"

"Junning, is that me?" Hearing the woman's indistinct name, Cheng Qingluan's heart froze violently, and her hands clenched into fists and trembled.

Jun Ning, this name, actually made her feel heartache, she couldn't remember everything about this name, as if she was a very familiar person, but at this time she felt extremely strange......

She closed her eyes, as if in a dream, and in a daze, she seemed to see Yu Wenxuan and a person with a blurred face under the snow maple tree.

She tried hard to remember the man's appearance, but was dazzled by his dazzling red......

"A-Ning, I'm going to marry Zi Cheng tomorrow, what do you think?" The man's tone was soft, as if asking for her opinion.

"Also, I hope that A-Ning will generously give up the position of wife, okay?"

"Okay." She replied.

I don't know why, when this word came out, it seemed to weigh a thousand catties, and every time the person said a word, her heart felt so painful, as if she was being tightly pinched, and as if she was pierced by ten thousand arrows.

Cheng Qingluan staggered back to the palace gate, holding on to the door shaft weakly, his heart was extremely sour, as the memory gradually became clear, the withered old tree in front of him seemed to have suddenly grown tender branches, and the leaves continued to stretch out, as if time had regressed on it, but for a moment, it was already leafy.

The eyes were full of warm orange, and it seemed to be back to the good days when the sky was clear......

Someone jumped down from the tree, holding a golden maple leaf in his hand: "Today next year, I will marry you into the door, in this life and this life, I will never live up to my ......" He said sincerely, and the faint smile at the corner of his lips looked very warm and warm.

She couldn't help but believe it, and walked in the direction of the man, one step, two steps......

But will it never be worth it?

As if remembering something, Cheng Qingluan suddenly stopped, but the other self continued to walk forward, and then hugged the man.

Seeing "herself" leaning on the man's shoulder, she could even feel his breath and heartbeat, but there was a voice in her subconscious telling her not to believe, not to touch the person in the depths of her memory......

Cheng Qingluan bit her lower lip tightly, she didn't even know that her skin was broken, and she only let the smell of blood spread in her mouth, pulling her back from her memory.

She gathered her mind and slowly saw everything in front of her, the old trees in the yard still looked decayed, and everything just now was just a dream.

The woman in the dilapidated palace looked at Cheng Qingluan's unpredictable face, giggled, and kept talking nonsense in her mouth: "Sister Junning, look, hurry up, Jun Xue has become the princess of Xirong, is she beautiful?" The woman kept pulling the fabric on her body with her hands, showing it to Qingluan like a treasure.

Approaching the woman who claimed to be "Jun Xue", Cheng Qingluan took a deep breath, pressed his hand on her shoulder, and asked cautiously, "Jun Xue, tell me, who is Jun Ning?" ”

"Haha, Sister Junning, you're so stupid! Who can Sister Junning be, of course it's my sister. Jun Xue waved her hand with a grin, leaned in front of Qingluan, and whispered mysteriously: "However, only I can call my sister, and everyone else can only call you 'princess'......"

Princess?

Between the lightning and flint, Cheng Qingluan thought of Yu Wenxuan, and in his memory, he seemed to have called her "Her Royal Highness the Princess".

Cheng Qingluan tried hard to search for his memory, but the salutation was like sand between his fingers, the more he tried to hold it, the faster it passed. Her memory has not been restored, and it is really difficult to judge who is true and who is false.

Just as she was shaking her mind, a slight cry suddenly came from outside the palace, from far and near, Cheng Qingluan didn't dare to continue to delay, glanced at Jun Xue with an indistinguishable expression, and left in a hurry.

When turning into the fork in the road at the end, Cheng Qingluan glanced back, only to see two sturdy eunuchs dragging a woman forward, although the distance was a little far away and she couldn't see the appearance clearly, but from the exquisite and luxurious concubine costume, she recognized at a glance that the woman with her hair in a messy bun was Mu Guifei at the Qianqiu banquet tonight.

In a short period of time, from the dignity of the concubine to being beaten into the cold palace, how could Mu Guifei be willing, desperately trying to break free from the shackles of the eunuchs, her feet were still kicking and beating, as if she felt that someone was peeping at her embarrassment, and she raised her head suddenly, just bumping into Cheng Qingluan's eyes that seemed to be mocking and pitying, and the resentment in her heart was even more aroused.

"Slut! Cheng Qingluan, you slut, stole someone else's identity, do you think you can hide it from the world? You deceived others, but you can't fool me! Mu Guifei shouted at the place where Cheng Qingluan was hiding, and when she saw that no one responded, she immediately began to cry again: "Your Majesty, don't abolish your concubines and enter the cold palace, the emperor ......"

Cheng Qingluan stood against the corner of the wall, and Mu Guifei's words were naturally listened to without omission. Originally, he was only suspicious of his identity for five points, but now he is seven points.

The eunuchs were also a little annoyed by Mu Guifei's crying, took a dirty cloth from their sleeves and plugged her mouth, and dragged them into the dilapidated palace without saying anything.

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All the way from the cold palace, Cheng Qingluan was always a little absent-minded. It wasn't until she saw Zi Su and a few palace maids looking around with a glass palace lamp with an uneasy look that she realized that she had unconsciously returned to Muning Palace.

The finely carved glass lamp wall reflected the surrounding golden brilliance, and the perilla eyes were sharp, and when she saw Cheng Qingluan walking towards her from a distance, she hurriedly ran over with her skirt, and said anxiously after saluting her: "Niangniang, the emperor has been waiting in Muning Palace for a long time." ”

Yu Wenxuan is waiting for her?

Cheng Qingluan's expression froze, and he subconsciously took a step back.

I don't know if Zi Su saw it, but I felt that she was slightly stunned, piled up a softer smile, took her hand and walked towards Muning Palace without saying anything.