He Mengxi touched her cheeks, and she was puzzled in her heart, how ugly she had become.

She said: "That prince is a condescending talent, I don't plan to escape, besides, this place is so far away from Chen Guo, where can I go, you didn't send me to prison, I thank God, I remember the prince's kindness!" ”

Ling Zixu shook his head: "I don't look at what you say, I only look at what you do." ”

He Mengxi raised his legs again, and the chains "banged" again.

"My leg injury is not completely healed, and I have lost my strength, so you can put 10,000 hearts on it."

"I'm not worried, even if you don't be a demon, it's hard to say who wants to save you outside!"

"Help me? Who! How did I not know? He Mengxi was surprised.

At this time, Qingmei entered the door with a decoction.

Ling Zixu glanced at the decoction and asked, "Do you take it on time every day?" ”

Qingmei nodded: "Back to the prince, the slave doesn't dare to be lazy, I will boil the medicine every day and wait for Miss Chen to take it." ”

Ling Zixu stood up, put his hands behind his back, stopped talking, and walked out.

Watching Ling Zixu leave, He Mengxi let out a sigh of relief.

Ling Zixu is her nemesis, the first big devil she met when she came to this world.

She was lucky to be able to save her life, but it was a fluke, she never relaxed at all times, including her making a lethargic appearance, including her being trapped in a square inch place, looking at her sleeping, in fact, she was very awake.

Whether in the tent of the barracks or here, every wind and grass outside, every sound, no matter far or near, she was listening attentively.

Ling Zixu's footsteps, she could distinguish it most clearly, she already knew that he was coming before he entered the yard, his footsteps were hurried and slow, and sometimes stopped, she had been testing his rhythm.

This is a habit she developed in her previous life, she was a SWAT in her previous life, and she was the best of the SWAT, performing secret and top-secret missions, and she had to be vigilant at all times.

When carrying out the mission, she knew all the people and things within a hundred meters of her.

Even in crowded streets, she can see six roads, listen to all directions, within a hundred meters, everyone's eyes, movements, breathing, and danger level, she can make a general judgment, this is her professional habit.

Now, seeing that she is lying in bed, sick and tired, listless, in fact, her heart is not tired at all.

She drank the decoction very cooperatively, and it was bitter, but she had to drink it.

Late at night, Qingmei cleaned up and lay on the couch not far away, ready to blow out the lights.

"Sleep!" Ome's voice is soft.

"Qingmei, wait, bring me a mirror!" He Mengxi suddenly shouted.

"Don't look at the mirror!" Qingmei is lazy.

"I want to watch, I have to watch, otherwise I won't be able to sleep,...... I can't sleep, and you don't want to sleep! He Mengxi threatened.

Qingmei sighed, groped out a bronze mirror, walked over in a cloak, and handed it to He Mengxi: "Look at it!" ”

He Mengxi took the bronze mirror and put it in front of him.

Chen Meiyu in the mirror is not her familiar appearance, it can also be said that since she crossed, this is the first time she has seen her own appearance, she is not beautiful at all, and her complexion is dull.

always felt that something was wrong, rolled up her sleeves to look at her arms, got up again, lifted her skirt to look at her legs, the whiteness of the past was gone, and it turned into a dull color, she suddenly realized that this was Ling Zixu's intention.

He said, "It's just that now, your face can't tempt me", which shows that her appearance has tempted her before, it should be said that Chen Meiyu used to be beautiful, but now, he doesn't let her be beautiful.

The brain hole is a bit big, He Mengxi put down the bronze mirror, a little stupid.

"Sleep!" She said.

The lights went out, but she couldn't sleep, insomnia, it was not a day, she fell asleep during the day, woke up at night, and her schedule was out of order.

Brain and body, two different memories, are tearing her apart, and sometimes she even confuses which are Chen Meiyu's memories and which belong to her He Mengxi.

The resistance to Chen Meiyu's memories made her almost schizophrenic, she wanted to keep the memories of her previous life, but Chen Meiyu's memories always unconsciously came over and overwhelmed her.

She is the princess of Chen Guo, she has been clothed and fed since she was a child, but, since she can remember, she has always seen her father with a sad face, she knows her father's worries, the son is scarce, she has several brothers and sisters, all of whom died inexplicably, and only she survived.

She was sent to the Heavenly Grandmother Sect at the age of ten, not to learn martial arts, but to save her life.

Because she had been weak since she was a child, she ate more tonic than she fed every day, and while her father was worried about it, her master came to the palace.

Aunt Qinyu, who traveled here and took her to Tianmu Mountain, spent at least half of her time in Tianmu Sect every year.

Aunt Qinyu taught her the secret art of practicing internal strength, and her body gradually improved, and finally she didn't have to rely on medicine to support her.

He Mengxi couldn't remember much about the memories of the Tianmu Sect, because when she was sixteen years old, she didn't go back.

In her memory, when Aunt Qinyu sent her away, her eyes were flustered like never before, and with her understanding of the Tianmu Sect, she knew that something big must happen, which was why Aunt Qinyu was in a hurry to send her away.

It seems that there are a lot of people on Tianmu Mountain, but she only remembers Aunt Qinyu, and the others are vague.

He Mengxi lay on the bed, her eyes wide open, in this silent night, her chaotic memories made her a little upset and a little bored.

There was a dim moonlight on the windowsill, and she listened carefully, there was the lonely wind, the sound of falling flowers, and the "rustle" of leaves being blown by the wind.

The wind on the roof seems to be more urgent, and the leaves fall on the green tiles, some fluttering, some ......, no, not leaves,...... What would that be.

Gentle, soothing, graceful spinning, fluttering clothes, between the green tiles, slipping, another graceful spin, falling in the courtyard.

The footsteps were so soft that they were almost muffled by the wind, and no one but her would notice that a person had come out of the window.

And, according to that undetectable breath, she was sure that she was a man, and that her martial arts were strong and mysterious.

He Mengxi didn't dare to move, her eyes staring intently at the windowsill.

Sure enough, a black shadow was already reflected on the window, and immediately, a soft jasmine fragrance poured into the nose.

The taste is very familiar, and the figure seems to be familiar, but she can't remember who it is, about Chen Meiyu's memory, the memory she resisted, there is no image.

But she could tell that the person had no ill will.

Slowly, eerily, the window opened automatically.