The old man was stunned and at a loss for a moment. The emperor who is wise and martial, Wen Taowu is strategic, brave and strategic, and cold and arrogant! Sitting on the ground and crying like an ignorant three-year-old!

From the emperor's accession to the throne to the present, the grandfather who has served the emperor for nearly a hundred years, Rice, his three views were instantly split by the thunder and deep cracks.

But after all, the age is there, what wind and waves haven't you seen? After being stunned for a moment, Les hurriedly stepped forward to help Wu Xin, who was crying into tears, and thought to himself: "It must be because of His Majesty's injury that he is so disrespectful." ”

But when Wu Xin was helped to the bed, he couldn't support his body from crying. Falling on the quilt, he still cried non-stop, and muttered intermittently: "Woo woo woo~~~~~~ God has abandoned me......... My hair ........."

Les took out a hot towel to wipe Wu Xin's face, and the more he listened, the more he felt that something was wrong, and persuaded: "Your Majesty, it's just hair, why do you care?" ”

Wu Xinteng bounced up from the bed, although the old man saved his life, he would never allow him to say such things, crying and shouting: "What do you know! Do you know how important hair is to me! Don't insult my faith! ”

His Majesty the Emperor never pretended to the people below, and if he could be angry like this, it stands to reason that Les should wait for him to be angry and then persuade him. But if others know that such words have been said from the emperor's golden mouth, it is really an obstacle to the king's authority. He persuaded bitterly: "Your Majesty, you have to think twice, you can't say anything like this anymore." What kind of gods and hair, they are all things that only those savage and uncivilized small countries believe in. ”

As soon as people get older, they can't stop chattering: "The Augsu Empire has risen and prospered with the most advanced mecha technology, and all the territories have been fought out with real guns. That King Huang Yan was incompetent, and spent most of his time shrinking in the palace to pray for blessings, thinking that as long as he worshiped a few statues of gods, everything would be safe, and such a person would dare to be the emperor, what would he compare with you? It doesn't matter what the capital is called. Stupidity! ”

Reston paused and said, "You have always disdained to establish diplomatic relations with Huang Yanguo, and even sent a diplomatic document to scold King Huang Yan. At the beginning, he was criticized for blood, and now you say this kind of thing, you want to be laughed at by others. ”

Wu Xin wiped her tears and sobbed, "What are you talking about? What Huang Yan King, Divine Witch Star? ”

Les was taken aback and said, "Your Majesty, don't you remember?" ”

Wu Xin cried and cried out in a hurry, and packed up some of his collapsed feelings, only to realize that this old man was actually calling him Majesty: "I'm not Majesty, you called the wrong person." ”

Rice's heart sank, and he couldn't help but stand up: "Your Majesty, you have a brain injury, don't you remember clearly?" ”

Wu Xin blinked blankly, the big tears on his eyelashes slid down his cheeks, and he said for a while: "Grandpa, are you confused?" ”

Les was even more frightened when he heard the title of grandfather, and said: "You are the emperor, my majesty, I have an old bone, don't scare me." ”

"Emperor?" Wu Xin suddenly put the pain of losing his hair behind him, rolled up his sleeves and wiped his tears, "I'm not the emperor, grandpa, you must have dazzled eyes, isn't the emperor full of wrinkles and a white beard?" Look again, I'm not the emperor. ”

Les looked at Wu Xin's eyes and shuddered, "...... 陛xià...... You're in the prime of life...... That's the face. ”

Wu Xin still firmly believed that the old man was dazzled, and put his face in front of Les's eyes, "You can see it clearly." The distance was only one centimeter, and Les didn't care if he was out of order, so he carefully observed every inch of the pores of the skin in front of him.

Wu Xin saw that the old man still didn't believe it, and took his thin hand and put it on his face. "This is my face, not the emperor's."

After Les touched Wu Xin's cold skin, his whole body trembled like an electric shock, and he suddenly retreated, and said in fear: "Your Majesty, the old minister knows that you are happy, but this time it is a serious matter, please bear with me." ”

With a heavy face, Les walked out with a brisk walk, and spoke into the communicator on his wrist: "Immediately gather the medical team and rush to the Optoka Palace." ”

Wu Xin watched Les disappear into the doorway and muttered, "I said I'm not the emperor." ”

Soon, however, the icy hard reality shattered Wu Xin's last struggle. Les led seven or eight men in white coats, holding various instruments he did not recognize, and examined the whole body, inside and out, and focused on the nerves in the brain.

After rescuing the emperor, no one dared to careless for the sake of His Majesty's health, and those routine examinations were naturally done many times. But before the emperor woke up, who would have expected that his majesty would suddenly lose his memory?

After the examination, only one doctor was left standing in front of Wu Xin's bed and replied: "Your Majesty, the mecha you used when you was assassinated at the Royal Military Academy was an A-level mecha, it stands to reason that you didn't use your mental power to control it, and the mecha will not be injured and there will be a backlash." Tests on your body show that there is no damage to your brain tissue other than bleeding from your internal organs due to impact injuries. It is assumed that you suffered a concussion and temporary amnesia during the fall of your mech. You have a good rest, and you will recover slowly. ”

Wu Xin on the bed was sunk in the big pillow, his eyes blank, staring blankly into the void. After a while, he pointed to his face: "Are you sure this is the emperor's face?" ”

The doctor nodded affirmatively: "Your Majesty, yes." ”

Wu Xin was stunned: "What about my face?" ”

Les said: "Your Majesty, you are talking nonsense again, you are the emperor, and no one will mistake you." ”

Wu Xin lowered his arm sluggishly, and the doctor said, "Your Majesty, you must relax your spirit, so quickly." ”

Seeing that Wu Xin was in low spirits, Les motioned for the doctor to step down. But Wu Xin suddenly thought of a way to prove that he was not the emperor, jumped up suddenly, instantly pulled off his pants and shouted: "I am not the emperor!" I have a birthmark on my inner thigh! ”

Under the bright light, I saw a pink petal-shaped birthmark at the root of the delicate leg, which contrasted with the white skin, beautiful and sensational.

The doctor's eyes instantly closed and lowered his head as if they had been pricked by needles, not daring to look directly. Les hurriedly stepped forward to help Wu Xin sort out his clothes, and said, "Your Majesty, please pay attention to your identity." ”

Wu Xin saw that there was no surprised expression on Rice's face, and slowly repeated with a hint of despair: "I have a birthmark on my body, not the emperor." ”

Les said: "Your Majesty, your memory is really confused, you have always wanted to get rid of this birthmark, but it will always grow again after a while." There is no one who knows better than I do. ”

Wu Xin's whole body stiffened, and in an instant he was seized by an unspeakable fear, why? Why did he have exactly the same physical characteristics as the emperor? What the hell is going on? Could it really be that his memory is confused? Who the hell are you?

The doctor next to him didn't expect to hear this kind of secret when he examined his body.

His Majesty the Emperor was born deficient, his body was thin, and his appearance was very different from the strong and sturdy male alpha in people's minds. Because of his beautiful and delicate appearance, some people joked when His Majesty first ascended the throne, "It's a pity that the face of His Majesty the Emperor is not an omega." And then, the man who said this was openly hanged by His Majesty.

No one dared to stand up and raise objections, and this Majesty was strong-handed, stepping on the throne with heavy blood and the bones of his brothers. He wanted to kill a man more easily than pinching an ant to death. After that, no one dared to joke about the emperor's appearance. The emperor himself was also secretive about this, and did not like others to touch his body lightly.

If it weren't for the faint smell of alpha pheromones in the air, he would have suspected that Majesty was an omega. Immediately, the doctor slapped himself twice in his heart, how could he speculate on the identity of the emperor? It must be because of the injury that the pheromone taste is not strong. He dared to have doubtful thoughts, he really lived enough!

Thinking of this, the doctor was so frightened that his cold sweat soaked through his clothes, and his whole body shook like chaff, and he saw such a secret birthmark of His Majesty, which was still pink?! That's too girly, right? But why did you take off your pants so quickly! He didn't want to see it at all, would he be killed by His Majesty? Do you want to poke yourself in the eye as a sign of loyalty? Why isn't it a hideous manly scar that is exposed!

Wu Xin didn't know that the doctor had been scared by him and was ready to go home and commit suicide to apologize. He fell on the bed without love, pouting and wanting to cry. Rice blocked the doctor's view and waved him to go. The doctor shivered and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, his legs fell to the ground weakly, and he rushed out with a rolling belt.

Les picked up the quilt and put it on Wu Xin's body, and said softly: "Your Majesty, even if you lose your memory, your identity will never change." You don't have to worry, just get some rest. ”

Wu Xin turned over and grabbed Les's wrist: "You guys, when you rescued me, was I the only one?" No other corpses? ”

Les smiled and patted the back of Wu Xin's hand comfortingly: "It was Admiral Adolf who rescued you, according to him, the forest outside the military school had turned into a sea of fire at that time, but fortunately, you were protected by the mecha so that you would not be injured even more severely." And those who do the thorns have been split in two by you. ”

Split into two pieces?

Wu Xin recalled the invincible sword-wielding iron man, it was obviously the iron man who split the opponent into two pieces, what he saw with his own eyes, how did it get into the mouths of these people, and it all became what His Majesty the Emperor did? On second thought, yes, that sword-wielding iron man is the emperor!

With the force of the iron man's fall, he must have been smashed into pulp. He should have died, but why did he become the emperor when he opened his eyes? And where did the emperor go?

Wu Xin let go of Les, looking at his palm. After a while, he concentrated and tried to mobilize the magic power in his body, but there was no trace of it.

Wu Xin has been practicing witchcraft with his grandfather since he can remember. He still clearly remembers that when he was a little bean, he knelt on his grandfather's knees, touched his grandfather's long soft white hair, and listened to his grandfather say slowly: "Witch power has qi and form, qi is stored in essence and blood, and hair is formed in green silk." The longer the hair, the more abundant the magical power. God sees your sincerity and will bless you in times of crisis. Then, with his big warm hands, he patted his bare head gently.

Since then, Wu Xin has secretly decided that his hair must be longer than his grandfather's. He cultivated for nearly six years before he had a short stubble, and after that, he was even more diligent and hardworking, and it took him a hundred years to drag his hair to the ground.

As a result, the soul of the person is extinguished, and everything disappears.

Wrong! Wu Xin realizes that his * is dead, but his soul is not gone! Could it be that at the last moment, he was blessed by the gods and his soul was attached to the emperor's body!?

This can explain why everyone thinks he is the emperor, why he has such a place like the emperor, and the confusion of not being able to distinguish between the self is the result of the fusion of the soul and the new*!