"Huh?" The man raised his eyebrows faintly.

Feng Qian raised his head from his chest, and because of his relatively small body, this posture seemed a little difficult.

Adjusting her posture to try to stay as level as she could with his gaze, she collected all the expressions on her face and looked at him with seriousness and seriousness.

"I'm asking you very seriously now, please be sure to answer me very seriously, is that okay?"

Jun Moying's eyes froze, and the faint smile on Junyi's face slowly retracted, and a hint of a not very good premonition suddenly flashed in his heart.

Feng Qian couldn't wait for his answer, refused to give up, and asked again: "Is it okay?" ”

Facing her eyes full of stubbornness, Jun Moying could not say anything to refuse, so she had to say, "Well, you say." ”

Feng Qian took a deep breath.

"In the beginning......"

Her body tensed as she spoke.

Jun Moying obviously felt her unnaturalness and depression, and wanted to open her mouth to comfort her, or just pat her back to make her relax. But in the face of her calm eyes, he couldn't say a word, and he couldn't make a move.

"What can I do for you?"

Jun Moying's face changed slightly.

Feng Qian bent the corners of his mouth unexpectedly, and there was a trace of trance in his calm eyes.

"Actually, I don't think so. I'm just an ordinary person who hasn't seen you once in a year, so why can I suddenly impress you after I lose my memory? ”

Finally looking away from his face, Feng Qian slowly lowered her eyes, unable to tell whether she was avoiding not wanting to see the look on his face, or not wanting him to peek into the depths of her eyes.

"Answer my question, Jun Moying, you promised to answer me."

Jun Moying's eyes stared at her deeply, and there was an incomprehensible depth in the depths of her dark ink pupils, Feng Qian waited for a long time, and did not wait for him to answer her question.

Feng Qian smiled.

Although he was a little pale, he still smiled as if he was joking on weekdays, and complained as if he was angry: "Jun Moying, why don't you talk count?" Just now you promised me to answer my question honestly, but in the blink of an eye, I just finished asking the question, and you stopped talking? ”

When the man heard this, his thin lips had already been pursed into a straight line.

She is just a person who hasn't seen him once in a year, so why can she impress him after losing her memory?

This question is very straightforward and sharp.

It was so straightforward that he didn't know how to answer for a moment.

"Shallow ......"

If he wasn't mistaken, he suddenly seemed to understand a little bit of what the anomaly in her daytime was.

Concubine Qi's matter is a trivial matter, and Concubine Yun's affair is also a trivial matter.

She didn't care.

She asked exactly what he didn't want her to know.

Not knowing how to talk to her for a while, Jun Moying pursed her lips tighter and didn't answer for a long time.

He still didn't know what to say.

sighed in his heart and asked a dispensable word: "Do you believe me?" ”

Feng Qian suddenly felt that the classic lines in the bloody drama were really not covered, and the sentence "Do you believe me" could be used anywhere!

She smiled: "In the past, I didn't really understand why you chose me alone in the three thousand harems, but now I know that some seemingly accidental things are the result of some inevitable factors." ”