017 Too pretentious

There was indeed a carriage parked at the corner gate on the left side of the palace, Yan Shao grabbed my arm and pulled me in the direction of the carriage, seeing that he was acting so recklessly, the emotions that I forcibly suppressed finally made waves.

I shook off Yan Shao's hand with all my might, ignoring the disparity in status, and shouted at him: "The person you sent has confirmed that Zai Xia is not an assassin, and the prince is unwilling to tell him what happened two years ago, so shouldn't we all be in place and not bother each other?" ”

As soon as I was emotional, the pain became even worse, I held my heart tightly, and seeing Yan Shaozheng looking at me without saying a word, I continued: "I just want to be alone and quiet, that's all. ”

"This king saw that your face was pale and your breath was disorderly, because he was afraid that if something happened to you on the way, today's incident was indeed inconsiderate by this king, and this king also apologized, that's all."

"No needβ€”" I turned around and walked in the direction of Puyifang, but as Yan Shao said, not only did I breathe well, but my limbs were even weaker, thinking that there was still some distance from Puyifang, and I began to regret that I had just rejected Yan Shao's proposal to send him in a carriage.

But no matter how much I regret it, I can't turn around and give in, I have to cover my heart and move forward with difficulty.

"Ahh

The body was picked up by someone at the waist, I exclaimed, and before I could react to what was going on, I only heard Yan Shao say in a muffled voice: "This king can't see women's hypocrisy the most, if it weren't for this king's fault today, I will tell you that a woman like you is to blame for dying on the street, and this king doesn't bother to take a second look." ”

"You-", I was angry and annoyed, wanting to get away from him, and hating myself for being powerless, so I had to sneer, "It's really hard for the prince to know that he is at fault first." ”

He snorted, then said no more, carried me to the carriage, the husband was an old man, saw Yan Shao hurriedly saluted, then opened the door, lifted the curtain, Yan Shao rudely threw me into the car, and pushed me inside, and followed him into the carriage.

"Where to stay." He asked.

"Puyi Fang." I replied in a muffled voice.

The carriage was spacious but pitch black, and there was a faint smell of wood inside, so I fumbled with the curtains of the windows to take advantage of the light outside the carriage to make a good position for myself.

The carriage rolled forward, Yan Shao and I were speechless all the way, my thoughts were still immersed in what Mr. Newen had just said in the Jin Wangfu, and I stroked my heart again, and sighed unconsciously.

In the past two years, although I have said that I followed Yan Xian to the Great Golden Emperor to repay the grace of saving my life, I can't deny that there is an unknown dark and despicable side hidden in my heart.

In fact, ever since I knew that Yan Xian was the identity of Emperor Dajin, I had another selfish idea - I wanted to use his identity to realize my own value, and then recover my lost identity and lost memories through this process.

I can't remember my past, but I'm sure my past is no ordinary person, and I woke up from the crystal coffin in Ghost Valley to see the alien eagle that rescued me from the coffin.

I'm sure my past has been manipulated, or that my life has been tampered with.

Many people think that the reason why people are full of awe of the future is because of the fear of the unknown, in fact, only people who have experienced it like me can know, compared to the fear of ignorance of the future is even more ignorance of their past, you don't know who you are, but you can vaguely guess the ups and downs of your past.