"Huh?" Feng Qian responded, and was hugged by Jun Moying on his lap in the posture of the two of them at the moment, his forehead against each other, and his pulse was warm.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Feng Qian's eyebrows frowned slightly: "Actually, you still mind a little, don't you?" ”

She lowered her eyes and whispered, "Do you think that when I lose my memory, I am like a fool, so I really hope that I can recover my memory soon?" ”

Just as she thought when she first woke up, the ancients treated amnesiac people like crazy people.

"No, I don't want to. That's fine. Jun Moying interrupted almost immediately.

After a pause, he continued, "I'm just afraid that I'm not happy. ”

Feng Qianquan was comforting him, so he didn't pay attention to the words, after all, the sentence "I don't want it" was too weird.

"Well, since you don't mind, don't worry about it anymore." Feng Qian smiled and put her arms around his neck, "But if you suddenly mind again one day, remember to let me know." ”

When the time comes, she will hide away from it herself, so as not to disturb his eyes.

"No, little thing, it won't be that day." Jun Moying sighed almost inaudibly.

As long as she was like this, even if she could never remember the past, he wouldn't mind.

******

Before Jun Hanxiao returned to the palace, he met a minister with whom he had a good personal relationship, and the other party invited him, but he did not refuse, and went back after dinner.

In the light of the lamplight, a slender figure faintly came into view.

Just standing at the gate of the palace, not far from those guards, just enough to reach a safe distance that would not be driven away.

Jun Hanxiao's eyebrows frowned slightly.

When he walked past Long Wei, he seemed to see the woman's mouth move, as if he had something to say to him.

But Jun Hanxiao estimated that this crazy woman was just going to marry her herself, and it was better not to listen.

It's annoying.

It's just that when he was about to enter the door, Jun Hanxiao still couldn't hold back, and turned his back to her and said: "Even if you keep watch at the door all night, it's useless, this king said that he won't promise you anything." It's better to go back to your Jiangnan as soon as possible! ”

Long Wei clenched her palms and didn't speak.

But even if she wanted to say something, Jun Hanxiao didn't give her that chance, because the moment Jun Hanxiao stepped into the palace, the vermilion door slowly closed again.

******

Fengyang Palace.

The inner and outer halls are all candles, the lights and shadows are dense, and the incense is curling.

Feng Qian was not tired today, he didn't fall asleep after lying in bed for a long time, he didn't think about anything, he was in a state of emptiness.

I don't know how long it was, but the candle flame in the outer hall suddenly went out. Feng Qian came back to his senses and knew that Jun Moying had finished approving the recital, so when he came in, he poked his head out slightly to look at him.

The winter bedding was heavy, spread out on the bed in a big lump, and Feng Qian's only one head was exposed, which made her more and more petite and lovely, and her watery eyes kept turning.

It's not an exaggeration to say that it's like a child.

Jun Moying raised his eyebrows, and the corners of his lips suddenly hooked up an inexplicable smile.

"Qianqian didn't sleep so late, are you waiting for me?"

Feng Qian was stunned, and shook his head again: "No, I just can't sleep." ”

"A little thing of duplicity." Jun Moying's smile deepened a little, "I said no, I'm afraid I've already thought about it in my heart, right?" ”

Make a face!

Feng Qian's eyes glared: "What are you kidding, obviously I just saw it just now, what is there to think about?!" ”

"That's not what I'm talking about."