The ancient bed fell into the gauze tent, the tassels were swept up by the wind, and the people on the bed woke up leisurely.

A plain white slender hand lifted the curtain, and the wool under his body was a little soft and a little warm.

Last night, there was a fire between the two armies, and it was rare for the sky to rain.

After the rain, the sun drilled out of the clouds, the warm light and heat, but came a little spring, the flowers in the house bloomed a lot, and there were maidservants napping against the bedpost.

Sensing the movement on the bed, the maid looked back and smiled, "Madame is awake?" ”

Ling Mei yawned and rubbed her eyebrows, this medicine is really strong enough.

The tent's curtains were suddenly lifted, and the man was dressed in black, his bare fingers sickly pale.

"Master."

The maidservant saluted respectfully and withdrew.

Su Han looked at him, a pair of gentle eyes seemed to be able to melt people into it, but what was hidden under these elegant eyes was extreme coldness, "Does your head still hurt?" ”

Ling Mei leaned on the mattress, lazily shrunk into a ball, her eyes were faint, "It doesn't hurt." ”

The first person Ling Mei saw when she woke up was him, he said, her name was Luo Yu, and she was his wife.

He said that when they came to the frontier to play, she accidentally fell and injured herself and lost her memory.

He also said that they were going back to Beijing now.

Ling Mei hid the dagger behind her back, and her fingers secretly touched the opening and closing of the dagger.

007 grinned at Su Han, the big liar, for a long time, and suddenly paused, as if he remembered something, and turned to Ling Mei, "Lord, this person seems to be the soul of the Heavenly Dao." ”

Ling Mei held the dagger's hand and paused, "Who?" ”

007: "The one you stabbed to death, oh no, the one you stabbed to death." ”

Ling Mei sat up straight and reached out to touch Su Han's mask, "I want to see it." ”

Su Han tilted his head, avoiding her fingers, and there was a bit of disgust hidden in his eyes.

Looking back, a pair of eyes were still gentle, and the whisper was like a soft coax, "What's wrong?" ”

Ling Mei pursed her lips, wanting to cry but not crying, as if she was very distressed, "I can't remember what my husband looks like." ”

The voice was a little soft, and the cold person was so coquettish that he almost poked at people's hearts, Su Han's fingers suddenly stopped when he wanted to push her away, and his voice was inexplicably softer, "For the husband's ugly face, don't scare Madame." ”

Ling Mei leaned on the mattress, and the hand behind her back clasped the jade on the dagger, still a little ready to move.

endured it, and then stuffed it back under the quilt.

Last night, smoke smeared and green smoke curled.

The incense burner lit a fire, adding a bit of warmth to the room.

Outside, people and horses are fighting, and the beacon is noisy.

Ling Mei suddenly closed the book and looked at the incense burner.

The fragrance of this day is always a little weird, which makes people feel more drowsy by virtue of whiteness.

Without waiting for Ling Mei to approach, the curtain was suddenly opened, and Ling Mei raised her eyes, and suddenly met a pair of dark eyes, as if she could see the world of the remnants of the other side of the sea of blood through her scarlet pupils.

Ling Mei lifted the hand of the incense burner and paused, stunned for a few seconds.

This is......

Soul control?

Ling Mei's eyes were open, and the bottom of her eyes was empty, but her fingers quietly used the lid on the incense burner to extinguish the agarwood.

Although the fragrance is light, it is too strong, and after burning for so long, she is afraid that she will not be able to last too long.

Ling Mei narrowed her eyes, afraid that she would only have a plan.

It would be a day before I woke up.

But when it is unpredictable, it can mess with people's souls, and it can change her memory, she should have realized that these extraordinary people can do it.

Su Han came to see Ling Mei and left, it seems that he is still busy.

The inns along the way seem to be Su Han's industry.