"Niancheng, why...... Why forget about me......"

Remembrance awoke from his dream, his head aching, and a great sense of uneasiness and hesitation clawed around his throat. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 He touched his chest, panting slightly.

He got out of bed lightly, but still alarmed the guards around him, and he waved his hand to signal that it was okay.

The commemoration of the achievement went all the way to the small attic on the third floor, where Liu'er, who had been cleaned and painted with exquisite makeup, was parked. In her cherry mouth was a piece of jade, a unique material with a cold, moist white light.

Memorial Cheng sat down beside Liu'er and looked at her intently.

She was just a geisha in Qin Huailou, but now she ended up like this.

"Why do you want to kill me? And why do you want to save me? Memorial Cheng muttered.

"I received a letter from home, urging me to go back and marry......" he began to talk about some small things again. Although it has nothing to do with Liu'er, although I also know that Liu'er will not be able to answer.

"I'm a scholar, it's rare to rely on Qin Huailou in this imperial city to settle down and live the life I want...... But...... The oppression of Governor Li, the open and secret struggle in the industry, and the threat of political turmoil are all too tiring...... Liu'er, I'm so tired......"

"People are greedy, but now greed is not enough for me to continue to sustain myself...... Liu'er, it's strange that I seem to be overly obsessed with money. ”

When Remembrance Cheng said this, his head hurt, and he pressed his head, which would make him feel better. He breathed a sigh of relief and continued, "I've already accumulated a lot of property, but I'm still scared...... always felt that it was not enough, so even if it was against his own will, he still chose to survive under the hands of Li Zhifu...... Maybe I've had enough of the hard life before, and I'm afraid that I'll go back......"

"Liu'er, I'm going back, this imperial city is a place to eat people. I can't stay any longer. ”

Remembrance Cheng said heavily.

Liu'er couldn't give him an answer. Memorial Cheng sat there for a while, and Fang felt that the night was cold. He got up and glanced at Liu'er again before leaving.

She will be in the coffin tomorrow, but I am afraid that this will be the last time.

Remembering Cheng was sad, and the silver hairpin on Liu'er's head caused him to be upset.

"It's her most precious thing, and although it's inconspicuous, it must be of great significance to her." This is when Wu'er tearfully helped Liu'er put on makeup.

Memorial Cheng paused, turned around and carefully plucked the silver hairpin from Liu'er's head. The tip of the silver-haired hairpin glowed with indifference, as if it was about to pierce some barrier and reach the heart of the memorial cheng.

The familiar headache swept over Memorial Cheng again, and Memorial Cheng covered his head with one hand, and held the silver hairpin trembling with the other.

"Do you want to get your memories back?"

A charming female voice suddenly sounded behind Memorial Cheng, who was startled, but turned around to find that there was no one.

He felt a chill down his spine.

"Are you a human or a ghost?"

Memorial Cheng jerked to his feet and tried to open the door. But it was as if the door had been blocked from the outside, and it could not be opened.

He broke out in a cold sweat and banged on the door and shouted, but the guards outside seemed to be dead, and there was no response.

"It's useless...... They can't hear it. ”

The voice kept ringing beside him, and he calmed down instead of despair, leaning back against the door and asking, "What exactly do you want to do?" ”

After Remembrance Cheng finished speaking, a woman suddenly appeared in the room with her back to him. Her thick hair fell to her white jade ankles, and Memori Cheng hurriedly withdrew his gaze. The woman wore a fresh and elegant tulle skirt with small silver bells tied to her hands and feet. She stretched out her hand and stroked Liu'er's face, the bell in her hand swayed, and the sound was very crisp, but Remembrance Cheng was in a trance when she listened.

"You broke her ...... yourself," the woman smiled and looked back.

Remembrance takes a breath away. Its shape is also, like a frightening flood, graceful like a dragon. Rong Yao autumn chrysanthemum, Huamao spring pine. It seems to be like a light cloud covering the moon, and fluttering like the snow of the wind. He froze for a moment, staring at the woman in a daze.

"You...... Are you a human or a ghost? ”

The woman smiled but said nothing.

She turned her wrist, and a faint mist appeared on Liu'er's body. Remembering Chengxin, he rushed up to protect Liu'er.

The woman was pushed away, she was not annoyed, but smiled and drew a pattern of a yin-yang fish in mid-air with her index finger, and the mist on Liu'er's body suddenly fluttered and flickered, and was sucked into the yin-yang fish one after another, and the yin-yang fish was sensed and emitted a soft light of light blue.

"Hey, let's make a deal, shall we?" The woman blinked and said with a sense of demagogy.

"What deal?" Memorial Cheng raised his guard and asked vigilantly.

The woman covered her mouth and smiled, "What else can I do, naturally I want to help you retrieve the memory of Liu'er." ”

Liu'er? Memorial Cheng looked down at Liu'er, who had stiffened.

"I remember it, and I still need you to find it!" He scolded.

Although this is said, the confidence of the commemorative achievement is insufficient. The silver-hairpin......

The woman smiled and shook her head, "Don't you feel familiar with some of Liu'er's things, but you can't remember anything?" ”

When Remembrance Cheng was talked about, he stared at the woman, not knowing what her origin was, and she knew so many things.

"Come back with me and see what happened." The woman shook the silver bell in her hand, and the golden light flashed in front of her eyes, and a huge chessboard appeared.

"What is this?" He couldn't help but ask.

Because it was so big, the commemoration became an illusion.

The woman hooked the corners of her mouth, as if smiling, "It's a chessboard, a contest between black and white." ”

Memorial Cheng was confused when she listened, and the woman didn't explain too much, she waved her hand, and the chessboard flew by like quicksand, and a black passage appeared.

"Go inside, you'll find the past." The woman said.

Remembering into a trance, he subconsciously asked as he walked into the black hole, "What is the price?" ”

The woman giggled, her laughter as crisp as the bell.

"The endless pain of death will be my best nourishment."