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Gu Qingyuan sat down in front of the peach chair, and Zhao Shuxuan was also unceremonious, and sat down on the chair opposite him according to his appearance.

There was a long silence again.

"Who am I?"

Zhao Shuxuan looked up at him, his face was unprecedentedly lonely and lonely, and Zhao Shuxuan's heart sank.

Is there anyone in this world who doesn't know who they are? But Gu Qingyuan really didn't know who he was, and the memories he had were counted from the age of eight. The uncle who saved him was picked up in the valley north of the Beiming Dynasty, when his head was full of blood, and more than seven or eight people around him were all dead, only he still had a trace of weak breath, the uncle carried him back to his home at the foot of the mountain, because he knew a little about medicine, he applied some herbs to bandage and treat him, and he did not expect that he miraculously survived. But alas, he couldn't remember anything when he woke up.

When the uncle picked him up, he was wearing a long black robe, the cuffs of the black robe were only half embroidered with lotus flowers, and the cuffs of the robe hid a piece of jade pendant, on which a big Rui character was engraved. Gu Qingyuan often stared at the jade pendant alone in a daze, he wanted to know who he was, but he couldn't remember anything.

He often dreamed of a night covered in fire, the whole night sky was lit up by a raging fire, someone held him and gambed his mouth with a sackcloth, no matter how much he cried and could not make any sound, and the palace covered in fire became smaller and smaller in sight, and finally disappeared.

He tried to retrieve his lost memories, but everything in front of him was so foreign to him.

He never knew who he really was.

But when Ye Qinghou found him, when he stepped on the imperial city, he seemed to slowly have an answer.

"Cho Shu-hyun." He softly called her name, "Actually, I'm not sure myself, maybe I'm what you guessed, or maybe I'm nothing." Gu Qingyuan didn't know why he was saying this to the girl in front of him, but he saved her on the first day he came back from Beiming, and since he met her in Lingxiao Pavilion, he wanted to get close to her inexplicably, as if the closer she was, those broken pieces could be pieced together, and he didn't know where the ridiculous idea came from.

Just now, he almost killed her.

Zhao Shuxuan listened and watched in a daze, almost forgetting that she almost died in his hands a moment ago.

"Only you know best." Zhao Shuxuan put away her little pity, a woman's kindness must not be had, this is her admonition to herself.

Gu Qingyuan smiled bitterly: "If I knew, I wouldn't be here." ”

Which play is this staged, Zhao Shuxuan is a little confused, and the conjecture in his heart is becoming more and more uncertain.

"Then tell me, why do you know my purpose? Why are you helping me depose the crown prince? If you don't want to be on the throne, then why would you do it? It has a close relationship with Ye Qinghou, and ...... Aren't you the Seventh Prince? At this point, Zhao Shuxuan simply got rid of all his doubts.

Gu Qingyuan's gaze was like two sharp swords that wanted to be unsheathed, seeing that Zhao Shuxuan had no confidence, the two of them had their own thoughts and concerns, and for a while, the room was silent again.