He Dangli didn't know what they were talking about, he just felt like a piece of fish on the chopping board that could be slaughtered. My head began to empty and try to escape everything here, my palms were so tense that I was already sweating, and my sideburns were wet.

She didn't like it, and she didn't like the oppressive, breathless, suffocating air inside.

It even gave her the impression that she was about to be a person on the verge of drowning, and that she only had to escape from here, go outside, pull her collar, and take a big gulp of fresh air to come back to life.

The big red peony petals under the eaves fell a few pieces, and the breeze blew through, blowing off the crimson beauty all over the ground, driving the quiet and fragrant fragrance.

"Ah Li is not afraid, the husband will always be with you, no matter when" Agarwood held her hand tightly and smiled at her comfortingly, this time he would not let go of Ah Li's hand no matter what, absolutely not.

Even if the next moment is about to be shattered and fall into a place of no return. However, at this moment, he still held Ah Li's hand tightly, which was enough.

He Dangli felt that the person who could give him a sense of security at this moment seemed to be the only liar in front of him. After all, she didn't like those two men, and even showed fear and fear in her bones, although she didn't like liars either, but she hated those two men who looked well-dressed and sat in high positions.

She didn't like them, she just hoped that Xianggong would come to her soon.

Take her away, take her home, she doesn't want to stay here anymore.

Things didn't seem to make any practical progress in the end, Agarwood was locked up, and so was she.

It's just that the treatment is very different, one is a firewood room, and the other is a boudoir.

He Dangli sat on the edge of the bed in a daze, with a peony flower in his palm that had just pulled off the branches, and he didn't know what he was thinking. Ruyi carved lily round wooden table is placed on the food that has never been touched, let the rest of the temperature dissipate, and the fragrance disappears in the world.

A delicate peony flower newly folded in the white porcelain beauty vase this morning seems to have a bit wilting at this moment, and it is no longer the first time it was seen. Just like her, she was imprisoned and lost all her life. The half-open carved peach petal window is in the air, and from time to time a few wisps of breeze with the fragrance of delicate flowers float in from outside.

The closed pineapple door was quickly pushed open, and one of the men sitting in the hall today entered.

A man she didn't know, but who also made her feel fear and fear in her bones, for some reason, He Dangli trembled uncontrollably slightly, and shrank inside. The snow-white shell teeth bit their lower lip tightly, and when they tasted the faint rust in their mouths, they had a sad sense of security.

When she tried to remember something desperately, her head felt like someone pricked her with a needle, but she couldn't remember anything. A face turned pale due to excessive pain, and a pair of beautiful eyebrows were even more frowned.

A pair of long and narrow phoenix eyes, but also with a hazy mist, between the eyebrows seems to have been unintentionally used begonia flower juice to smudge a piece of crimson beauty, green silk is not bound, just let it be obedient and supple to scatter behind, lining a porcelain white face as smooth as jade, adding charm.

Compared with the delicate porcelain doll that did not have half a life when I first saw it in the main hall, it was a little more angry at this moment.

After standing outside for a long time, Cui Lan, who had finally calmed down the ecstasy in her heart, was afraid that she would scare her, and even deliberately slowed down her steps after coming in. But it still frightened the poor little worm, and his heart was so uncomfortable that it was like an invisible hand, holding his heart tightly, as if it was about to be completely pinched and exploded in the next second.

But more of them are forced down by men's natural inferiority.

However, in just five years, the color of the flower slave has become more colorful, and there is more indescribable but unexpectedly fascinating flavor than back then. The already delicate peony, after a long period of watering by men, even the bones and blood are full of charm.

If it used to be a peony with a national color and fragrance, then now it should be a peony flower demon who has cultivated to become a fine flower, with a smile and a smile, every move closely attracts the attention of men.

"Ah Li, it's me, do you remember me?" The low cello-like voice deliberately slowed down a few degrees, and the affection was full of lovers' snuggling and entanglement. It seems to be a tenderness that has been precipitated for a long time.

Even though he knew that she had lost all her memories and forgotten all of them, he still selfishly hoped that he would be the exception.

Because he was the only man who ran from her childhood to her youth, even if they were only a predator and a predator.

He Dangli didn't know what the man with affection in his eyes seemed to be pulling her to swear in the next second, and what the man wanted to do. It's just that I was so shocked that even goosebumps rose all over my body, and I even wanted to escape from here quickly, escape from this man's side to a far place.

"Ah Li still remembers my name Cui Lan, your master, Ah Li still remembers the first time we met. I said I would teach you how to read and write, and there was nothing to entertain me in your yard at that time, so I took out the basket of sesame baked cakes, and gave me a bowl of clean well water, and you were only five years old at that time, and I remember such a small one. Speaking of the identity of the master, he has never confessed to her. What's more, he hopes that the master who appeared in just three months can bring some light to her gloomy life, that's all.

In fact, he was looking forward to the day when Ah Li could find out in person, but he didn't seem to wait, but waited in advance for her amnesia five years after faking her death.

He Dangli didn't know what this man was saying that she didn't understand, just like the man and the liar said before. But she obviously didn't know them, let alone met them, where did she have so many memories and stories.

Fake, it must be fake, the purpose is to deceive her.

She's stupid, but she's not stupid.

How could she be stupid enough to provoke so many men before, and she was still a man who was not easy to mess with at first glance. She is not full and has nothing to do, and it is better to eat two more cakes to be at ease.

And instinctively, she doesn't like the man in front of her very much, she can't say what she hates it, she just doesn't like it anyway. It's like a kind of fear and dislike that comes from being alone, from the cracks in the bones.

And this feeling can only be felt by another man except him.

"Ugh." A sigh seems to be full of all emotions.

"It doesn't matter, whether you want to get up or not, you are my good Ah Li and Hua Slave. I'll treat you well. "Forget the past, the current appearance is very good, at least it will not be so painful.

Cui Lan hugged the person tightly in his arms, as if this was the only way. The restless restlessness in my heart was finally comforted.

It was night, and the moon was in the middle of autumn in the southeast. In the middle of the double gate, the mighty silver man.

He Dangli was thrown into the carriage in the middle of the night when he was sleeping in a daze, his face was full of dissatisfaction after being woken up, but he never made any sound. The whole person is like the same as when she first woke up, and the crow-blue eyelashes that are constantly trembling are showing her uneasiness and fear.

The whole person is more like a porcelain doll bathed in the bright silver moon, quiet, delicate, and beautiful without a soul.

She didn't know where the road would go next, or if she would ever have a chance to meet Xianggong, or even where she would appear tomorrow.

The carriage was spacious, and was covered with a lot of fine soft silk. Although the carriage is fast, it feels like it is walking on the ground, and it is not bumpy.

In a trance, He Dangli couldn't control his sleepiness and fell asleep.

In her dream, under the peach blossom tree in the courtyard, she dreamed that Xiang Cheng took a small bite and fed her the white sugar cake that had just been made not long ago. also smiled and rubbed her head, saying that he planted braised pork ribs and sweet and sour fish for her at night, and he would take her out to fly a kite tomorrow.

Sweet, glutinous, even dreams are full of the taste of sugar.

After Qing closed the carriage, she saw the picture of someone sleeping sweetly, and couldn't help but reach out and rub the top of her soft hair. Then cover it with a brocade quilt, so as not to have a large temperature difference between day and night, and she will accidentally get cold, after all, her body is more than a star and a half worse than back then.

He leaned quietly against the inner wall of the carriage, closing his eyes and resting. But he always opened his eyes and looked at the man from time to time, as if this was the only way to feel at ease.

The originally quiet and beautiful courtyard suddenly ran out of water in the middle of the night, and the agarwood locked in the firewood room was fortunately rescued by Su Yan, who arrived later.

It's just that the person disappeared into the vast sea of people at one time, and it was difficult to find half a trace. Even the peach tree she loved the most was reduced to ashes in this planned fire, and she was laughing at his incompetence in the air, and he couldn't even protect a woman he liked.

In just two months, Su Yan has completely lost weight and become an adult. Where can you still see the original warmth and jade, the half-point posture of a handsome son, like a homeless person who has just run out of the refugee pile.

The blue stubble that had grown had not been taken care of for a minute, and the eyes were blue and black, the hair was dry, the cheeks were extremely thin, and the eye sockets were sunken. The clothes that had fitted him were empty now, as if a skeleton had stolen human clothing.

"Ah, how about leaving her?" His voice was hoarse, rough as the harsh sound of an old bellows.

The rivals who were in love with each other back then can now sit in the carriage and talk calmly.

This is something that no one would have thought of in the first place. But now it's just a miracle.