Xiang Lin did not give up looking, he didn't think about tea and dinner for days, he couldn't get rid of his sorrows, he went out of the palace every day at dawn and looked for it again, and the mountain streams, back mountains, and dense forests were searched thousands of times, until the sun set in the west, and then he returned in a huff.

After searching for seven days in a row, not only did he not see any hope, but he accumulated more and more despair, even so, Xiang Lin still didn't believe that Ziying would drown, he believed that she was still alive.

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At the age of 20, Xiao Zong was appointed as the envoy, the governor of the five states of Southern Yan, Yan, Qing, Xu, and Hebei, the general of Pingbei, and the assassin of Southern Yanzhou, exercising local military and political power. After a few days of tossing and turning, Fu Lianzhao and his party arrived in Southern Yanzhou.

Ziying and Zhao Yuan County Lord rode in the same carriage, talking and laughing along the way, like sisters, Fu Lianzhao did not reveal his identity as the county lord of Tuyuhun Kingdom, nor did he mention marriage, she didn't want to talk about these things with her.

Ziying's memory only has the painful past and the upheaval of the escape, she thinks that since there is nowhere to go, the delicate princess-like woman in front of her is kind and likes her, so why not let her go, not to mention, Fu Lianzhao also has this intention.

Eight days later, it was the auspicious day of the zodiac, Emperor Xiao Yan of Liang Wu descended the edict of marriage, and did not officiate at the wedding of his second son Xiao Zong in Jiankang in the capital.

In this way, the county lord of Zhaoyuan married Xiao Zong as his wife, without the grand gift of the country and the favor of the husband, Xiao Zong was tepid and lukewarm to her, and seemed to be a dispensable person.

"Although the flowers are red and the grass is green, they are not imprisoned in this courtyard by high walls." In the back garden of the Thorn Mansion, Zhao Yuan and Ziying frolicked and played, and when he was tired, he sat in the pavilion with each other, and Zhao Yuan couldn't help but sigh at the red flowers and green grass in the garden.

Think about the old days, Zhao Yuan, as the lord of Tuyuhun country, lived an unrestrained life, went wherever he wanted, played as he wanted, or rode a horse and galloped in the vast grassland, or made an appointment with a few playmates, chased and played in the sunset, what a free and easy life it was.

Now she has married into the distant Nanliang, with high walls and forests, deep mansions, as if in a cage, multiple etiquette of princes and nobles, Zhao Yuan has to learn to abide by it, and she is no longer the simple and lively little girl.

"My sister is interested in someone?" Zhao Yuan asked again, Ziying tilted her head sideways and her eyes were full of sadness: "Since my father left, I have been alone and displaced, who would like a down-and-out woman." After falling into the mountain stream, Ziying didn't seem to remember anything before, even if it was a trace of memory.

Zhao Yuan remembered her childhood sweetheart, a boy like a grassland prince, she liked him, he said in a childish tone, with his hands on his hips, and said confidently: "Zhao Yuan, when I grow up, I want to marry you as my wife and be my wife, when such a big grassland is yours, you can play as much as you want." She clapped her hands and said excitedly: "Okay, okay, I'll wait for you!" The boy took out a short dagger, found a piece of wood, carved a copy of himself, and placed it in the palm of her hand.

Later, he did not marry her, nor could he marry her, for she was the daughter of a king, and he was only a lowly soldier, and he could only grovel to her like a stranger when he saw her. Later, Fu Lianchou married her far away in order to make friends with Nan Liang, and when he was leaving, the crowd looked for him thousands of times, but he still couldn't see him.

Thinking about it, Zhao Yuan stared at the wooden man holding it in the palm of her hand and smiled, Ziying's eyes glimpsed, and she took the wooden figure to her eyes and looked at it in a daze, and Xiang Lin's figure suddenly appeared in her mind, but it was a flash, and she tried to remember it again, causing her mind to sting, and frowning.

"Sister?" Zhao Yuan took her hand and said with concern, Ziying stuffed the wooden man into her hand, got up and turned her head sideways, "It's okay, Sister, it's just a sudden headache." Seeing her solemn expression, Zhao Yuan thought that she was suffering from some disease, and immediately carried her back to the room to rest.

Ziying would think of the wooden man from time to time, and she didn't know why it was always like this, every time she thought about it, it made her have a splitting headache, and why the man standing opposite her felt strange and familiar in her mind.

Zhao Yuan had already treated her as a younger sister, and when he saw that she was in a daze all day long, and was getting thinner and thinner, he asked her if she had anything on her mind and didn't say anything, thinking about what disease she had, and then invited a famous doctor to diagnose her.

"The lady had a serious head injury, so that she had an unbearable headache." After careful investigation, the doctor said, Ziying was stunned when she heard this, and recalled the night in the school palace, she secretly escaped from the school palace, and fell into the mountain stream in a panic, and she also remembered Xiang Lin's sleeping side face, which was not so real.

"Sister, don't think about it anymore." Zhao Yuan walked over and smiled, and then called the doctor aside and asked, "Ah Mei is suffering from headaches, can I have a good solution?" The doctor said: "Madam, according to the old man's observation, the little lady is very likely to suffer from amnesia, and excessive thinking will cause headaches. Zhao Yuan was stunned when he heard this, and ordered him to retreat.

Zhao Yuan persuaded Ziying not to think crankily anymore, and accompanied her to write and play the piano all day long, anyway, she was not allowed to be idle, and gradually, Ziying no longer thought about the past, and her life was peaceful and steady.

In Dongyang School Palace, all the students thought that Ziying had died in Huangquan, Ruolan cried into tears, and Xiang Lin was also soulless all day long, and his deep longing and grief tortured him to the point that his clothes were getting wider and wider, and his appearance was haggard.

One day, He Jian was busy working in the firewood room, but there were two people standing behind him, and they didn't know when they floated in, and there was no movement at all. He Jian turned his head and was startled, his legs and feet were a little weak, and the two ghosts, Zhang Xiang and Zhao Cheng, grinned at him and didn't make a sound.

"How could the two sons be here... The firewood room is messy, don't dirty the clothes of the two..."He Jian looked at them in fear, Zhang Xiang suddenly laughed out loud: "Brother He, don't panic, Brother Zhao and I are not jackals, tigers and leopards, and I'm afraid that I won't be able to eat you?" He Jian didn't relax, he didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in these two ghost gourds.

"The two sons have something to order, that is..."

"What can the two of us do, I came here today to talk to Brother He."

"Oh, listen to me..."

"Brother He and that Xu Xianglin are quite close~?" Zhang Xiang raised his voice, like a monkey barking, and Zhao Cheng picked up the conversation: "I really don't know what is good about that stinky boy, it is worthy of Brother He to grovel like this and think about him." He Jian hurriedly said: "Xu Gongzi is erudite and talented, and he really admires him, so he befriended him in order to discuss teaching knowledge and articles, and learn morality and etiquette..."

"Brother He is really good at laughing, you regard Xu Xianglin as a confidant and brother, but when did that stinky boy treat you as a brother again?" Zhang Xiangyan, Zhao Cheng sighed to show sadness. He Jian asked, "How do you say this?" Zhang Xiangyan: "In the last round-up bow competition, Brother He tried his best to pick a high-quality white horse for him, but what happened later? He Jian felt guilty and blamed himself when he thought of it.

"It's harming Xu Gongzi..."Zhao Cheng smiled: "Why should Brother He blame himself, it was completely because Xu Xiangjie was not good at riding a horse, so he died in Huangquan today, what does it have to do with you?" Brother He is kind-hearted, but Xu Xianglin blames you for his brother's death, which of the students doesn't feel cold for you. Zhang Xiangyan: "That Xu Xianglin doesn't treat Brother He as a brother at all, you think about him, he has never weighed your grievances." He sighed.

He Jian frowned bitterly, and he was really aggrieved when he thought about it, but his kindness caused this catastrophe, and now he didn't dare to go to Xiang Lin, Xiang Lin saw that he was also silent, and seemed to still resent him.

Zhang Xiangyan said: "Brother He, that Xu Xianglin is a little talented, but this person has always been arrogant, and he doesn't even pay attention to Zheng Gongzi, let alone a poor disciple like you." Zhao Chengyan said: "Brother He, you are just a shoe on Xu Xianglin's feet, if it doesn't come in handy one day, he will throw you away..."

"Let's go, let's go, if I continue to talk about it, Brother He will be bored with the two of me, alas, pathetic... It's sad..."Zhang Xiang continued: "Brother He's future, I'm afraid it will be ruined in Xu Xianglin's hands... Think twice..."After that, he and Zhao Cheng sighed and left. He Jian was bent on befriending Xiang Lin at the beginning, and the more important purpose was to wait for him to support him in the future, so as to find an official career out, so that he could have the face to face his father and mother at home.