Stared at by his sharp eyes, Lan Guifei was a little overwhelmed, she tentatively opened her mouth and asked, "What's wrong with Lord Zuo Xiang?" Could it be that there is something wrong with the face of this palace? She reached out and touched her cheek, which was smooth and there was nothing. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The doubts in Lan Guifei's heart were even worse, the man in front of her was deep in thought, which made her unable to figure it out, before she knew what he meant, she must not act rashly, and ...... Xu is because his eyes are very similar to that of a little uncle, and his temperament is also somewhat similar, she has an indescribable feeling in her heart, as if she is extremely familiar with the man in front of her, so familiar that she seems to have known him for many years, so that she can't help but want to get close, want to understand him, even if his behavior and words are a little rude, she can't have a disgust for him.

"It's not that there's anything wrong with the concubine, it's just that Niangniang's words make Weichen think of an old man."

"The deceased?" , Lan Guifei's eyes flashed slightly, "I heard that Lord Zuo Xiang studied under Master Wuji, but I don't know the old man in your mouth...... Who is it? ”

Murong Jin looked at her deeply, taking the look on her face in his eyes, his gaze shifted, he glanced at the ground, his drooping eyes covered the pain in his eyes, and his voice was also lowered, "The old man is the deceased."

It seems that he does not want to talk about it further.

Lan Guifei didn't seem to expect such an answer, she was stunned, an embarrassed flush appeared on her face, and she coughed a few times, "...... Please mourn on the left side."

When Murong Jin heard this, he raised his eyebrows, and said in an unkind tone: "Festival mourning? The concubine said lightly, if you lose a loved one, can you also say the word 'festival mourning'? ”

Lan Guifei's face turned unnatural, her hand hidden in her sleeve clenched, and she opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something, but she didn't know what to say.

Yes, if it were her, how could she mourn.

Although the deceased is gone, the person she cares about the most is gone, how can she forget?

Even if she was forced to take Lethe Immortal, she lost her memory for a short period of time, but the sadness and pain that remained in the depths of her heart still eroded her internal organs all the time, that time was her darkest time, she knew that she had forgotten a lot, a lot of very important things, but she couldn't remember it, her heart seemed to have been dug away by someone, and only half of her heart was empty and painful, and the pain was so great that she couldn't rest all day and night.

Later, she slowly regained her memory, not that she didn't think about escaping, but she was trapped in this cage that didn't see the light of day, how could she escape, she didn't think about dying, but she died, what should Qi'er do?

Qi'er recognizes the thief as his father, and he doesn't even know who his own father is.

Even if the emperor was drugged, he still had some suspicion of her, and refused to let her raise Qi'er personally, Qi'er was so young, he was not by her side, he was hungry, cold, and bullied...... If she dies, she has no doubt that the next person to die will be Qi'er, how can she be so ruthless to leave Qi'er alone, if she dies like this, what kind of face does she have to meet the underground husband and the ancestors of the Jun family, so she can only compromise and serve the thief, wait for Qi'er to be raised, and then tell him the truth, and ask him to avenge the Jun family, at that time, she can apologize for her sins with death and go underground to accompany her husband......

Murong Jin saw that she lowered her head and didn't speak, her eyes sharpened, and she continued: "Orchids like moisture, can't be exposed to direct sunlight for a long time, generally grow in lofty mountains, wooded valleys and streams, and shade on the rocks, Niangniang is from Lishui, as far as Weichen knows, Lishui belongs to the city of fire, the climate is dry, and the perennial sunlight is direct, and it is not suitable for the growth of orchids. Moreover, orchids are delicate, it is extremely difficult to raise, and the orchids will wither if they are not careful. ”

Lan Guifei was stunned when she heard this, and she woke up from her memories, and Lord Zuo Xiang's words were clearly saying that there was a problem with her identity.

She frowned slightly, a cold breath came out of her heart, she raised her head, looked at the Zuo Xiang in front of her with a complicated expression, and met his deep ink eyes, the words he said were extremely sharp, but those deep eyes did not fluctuate, as if everything in this world was not in his eyes.

Lan Guifei suddenly felt a shock in her heart.

There is also such a scene in my memory, that is when she just returned to the monarch's mansion with her husband, her husband knew that she loved orchids, and spent a lot of money to find orchid bonsai from everywhere, and handed it over to her to take care of, one day, after her husband went out on business, her little uncle Jun Yanyu, who had never seen a few faces, suddenly came to her, first asked her about some things about orchids, and then changed his words, and said: "This is interesting, my brother said that you are the daughter of a woodcutter at the foot of Fuqiao Mountain, as far as I know, Fuqiao Mountain has a harsh environment, dry climate, and there are many poisonous snakes and beasts, It's not suitable for the growth of orchids, my sister-in-law loves orchids, could it be that this hobby was cultivated in the month after entering the house? Besides, orchids are delicate and difficult to raise, and there is no one in your yard who is proficient in gardening, where did your sister-in-law learn this orchid care skill? My sister-in-law's skin is like jade, her hands are smooth and fair, and at first glance she is a person who is raised in a deep house and pampered, but how can she be the village girl who lives under the mountain and is exposed to the wind and sun all year round and works every day! ”

He was talking questioning at the time, but his face was not obvious, he was still the appearance of the light moon and breeze, but there was a little more scrutiny and suspicion in his eyes, and the light in his eyes seemed to be able to see through people's hearts, shining directly into her heart, illuminating her lies and helplessness through her and making her have nothing to hide.

At this moment, the silver-faced man in front of him and Jun Yanyu in his memory coincided.

The same eyebrows, the same temperament, the same style of action...... Even her tone and demeanor were somewhat similar, and the familiarity that came to her face at this moment made her a little suspicious of the man in front of her.

Today was unusual, and she had never felt such a strong sense of familiarity with a person, so familiar that it was ...... Her heart was throbbing, her eyes were slightly hot, even though she didn't know where this feeling came from, but she had this feeling, as if the person in front of her was her old friend.

And this suspicion made her get up regardless of it, and walked a few steps quickly to him, she stood in front of him, stared at him tightly, her throat tightened, her voice trembled, and she said: "Lord Zuo Xiang is really good to deduce, it's just ...... Isn't it a little ridiculous that you don't even dare to show your true face, but you come to doubt this palace! ”