Cheng Yisheng got into the sedan chair, and saw the man in the car with black hair scattered on his chest like a waterfall, the blue cloud brocade was loosely tied, and the snow-white collarbone was looming. Although they were two big men, Cheng Yisheng looked away in embarrassment.

"Ahem...... The girl who claimed to be Lord Song's fiancée just now seems to have gotten off your palanquin. ”

"Oh, yes, that's my sister."

"And ...... you?"

"I'm her brother."

Cheng Yisheng looked at Gong Jingyu with crooked smiling eyes, and suddenly was speechless, do Kyoto people talk like this?

"Hey, I'll arrange for you to rest in the inn. Cheng Xiuyi's matter, I will convey it to Xingyuan. Gong Jingyu decided not to tease this stupid melon, returned to lazy mode, waved at the little guy and closed his eyes against the window.

Cheng Yisheng's heart was a little relaxed, although this person was very dissolute in appearance, but nominally Song Xingyuan's brother-in-law, he would not deceive him, a foreign scholar. Once the pressure was relaxed, Cheng Yisheng felt that his eyelids were almost heavy and couldn't support him, and his stomach was close to his back.

I really hope that Lord Song can retire from the dynasty as soon as possible and rush to rescue Xiuyi......

Gong Jingyu saw that Cheng Yisheng was already weakly asleep, so he gently closed the curtain, stepped out of the carriage and turned to the little servant and said, "Prepare a horse for this king, that kid from Xingyuan has given me a whole trouble." ”

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Cheng Xiuyi moved her lips slightly and shouted out a thirsty word. Feeling the warm water slipping down her mouth, she couldn't help but suck greedily.

"Are you awake?" The man whispered.

Who is it, could it be Lord Song? Cheng Xiuyi wanted to open her eyes hard and look at the person sitting on the edge of her bed, wiping her forehead with a hot towel. It's a pity that she can't even move a finger in her body, as if there are tens of millions of pounds of weight pressing her to the ground.

"Uncomfortable ......"

The man stroked Cheng Xiuyi's frowning brows distressedly, and wiped away the cold sweat for her.

"Don't push yourself, you've got a fever. I'm here, it's fine. ”

The man walked out of the house, instructed the maid to prepare the vegetarian porridge, and then turned back to the bedside, repeating Fang Cai's movements. Every move, never tire of it. But if you look closely, the affection in the man's eyes is a little sad.

It wasn't until it was completely dark that someone knocked on the door and came in, it was Hu Feihong, the lord of Yan City, who bent down and said cautiously: "His Royal Highness the Prince, you go and rest for a while, eat something, Miss Cheng, I will take care of it, and I will call you if there is anything." ”

The man turned his shoulder, he was already numb after not moving for a long time, he hesitated for a long time, but still got up and said, "So, I'll come back later." ”

Dressed in brocade clothes, with a face like a crown of jade, a face that is extremely similar to the Eighth Prince, there is less gentleness and treachery, and more mature vicissitudes, which is the too palace sedum. He received Hu Feihong's letter without delay, and his heart was about to jump out of his chest, just because of the sentence in the letter, 'The woman wears a Sendai nephrite bracelet'.

"Are you reincarnated? Meng Yan ...... "Gong Jingtian propped his hands on the towering platform and looked down, the lights of thousands of homes were mottled, and his heart, which died with Shen Mengyan, seemed to gradually begin to beat.

"This time, I won't let you leave me for a moment."

Cheng Xiuyi had a very long dream, in which there was a woman with eyes like water who was hanging her head and stroking the piano, smiling like a delicate carving process, and the music played from her fingers was more like Juntian Guangle, like a fascination. After the song, the woman's silk silk was slender, fluttering in the wind, and she walked towards a handsome man with a smile, and the man also cast the same love in his eyes, and gently draped the red veil on the woman's head, and whispered in her ear: Meng Yan, marry this palace.

The woman nodded delicately, and the ensuing scene was the wedding scene of the two with red makeup and dragons flying and phoenixes dancing and colorful clouds fluttering.

Cheng Xiuyi is like a wisp of soul in the air, unable to touch anything, unable to say anything, can only quietly look at the picture in front of him. She even saw the young Song Xingyuan in the crowd of weddings. The wedding was very lively, the whole country celebrated, and the bride and groom were like fairy couples, and they walked into the cave room with their fingers interlocked.

The groom slowly took off the veil, and Cheng Xiuyi was surprised to find that the bride's face had become hers! But no matter how Cheng Xiuyi shouted and struggled, she drank a glass of wine with the groom as if she was controlled.

The groom's movements did not stop, and slowly pulled down the bride's clothes......

"Don't, don't!" Cheng Xiuyi sat up suddenly, drenched in cold sweat. Looking around, I realized that it was just a dream.

It's so real, and it's such a scary dream! Cheng Xiuyi kept taking deep breaths to adjust her emotions, walked to the table barefoot and pushed open the door with a lamp, the cool breeze at night made Cheng Xiuyi feel excited, and she saw that she was on the high platform of the City Lord's Mansion.

Hu Er, Guo Xu, Hu Feihong, Dungeon. The missing memories slowly returned to Cheng Xiuyi's brain.

And those conversations in the chaos and blur, who are talking?

"Xiuyi, you woke up, why don't you say anything."

Cheng Xiuyi was not afraid of ghosts before, but this time she was really afraid, the handsome groom in the dream was standing in front of her gloomily! The man was holding a lamp in his hand, and his face was snow-white!

"Hell! Am I dead? Cheng Xiuyi's movements were faster than screaming, and he had already run a hundred meters away.

Gong Jingtian only thought that she was not in good spirits, and immediately ran up, and said sadly: "It's all my fault, I didn't take care of you well, come back quickly, you will catch a cold with bare feet." ”

Cheng Xiuyi didn't care about this, she pushed open the door door and shouted that there were ghosts. Within a moment, the lights of the entire City Lord's Mansion were lit up, and both Hu Feihong and the subordinates were rubbing their eyes sleepily, yawning, and gathered together.

And the culprit Cheng Xiuyi is a series of things that happened after he was amnesiac by popular science, and the affectionate man in front of him is not a ghost, but His Royal Highness the Grand Prince. As for why His Royal Highness the Crown Prince appeared here, I have to say that the bracelet on her hand is a token of the late Crown Princess of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.

"Wait! My bracelet is the prince's again? The crown princess is still gone? ”

"Exactly, Grandma." Hu Feihong's flattering smile was almost squeezed into the flesh, and he just begged this aunt to let him go back to Aunt Jiao's warm nest.

Cheng Xiuyi didn't think so, "Nonsense, my bracelet is an heirloom of the Song family, and Song Xingyuan told me by himself." ”

Gong Jingtian said: "This is impossible, the one of his Song family has never flowed out of the people, and it has been passed on to his daughter-in-law from generation to generation, besides, he Song Xingyuan already has a fiancée, how can he hand it over to you?" Only this one of mine was given to my deceased wife and buried with her. ”

Cheng Xiuyi suddenly thought of that weird dream, and the Sendai nephrite bracelet in her left hand seemed to be getting colder and colder, and she asked in a trembling voice: "Your Royal Highness the Prince, are you, your deceased wife, long hair fluttering, like a fairy, and can play the pipa......

Gong Jingtian became excited, his eyes were red, and he grabbed Cheng Xiuyi's shoulder and shook it and shouted: "You have never seen Meng Yan, how do you know what Meng Yan looks like?" Could it be that all this is destined by God to let Meng Yan return to my side? ”

Cheng Xiuyi, who was dizzy, was about to vomit, and he was already seriously ill and now his face was pale.

But the more Cheng Xiuyi didn't speak, the more Gong Jingtian shook.

"Don't ...... I'm going to throw up......"

"Ah, I happened to be here, and it was lively." A bony hand rested on Gong Jingtian's shoulder, Cheng Xiuyi felt his body loosen, and the earth-shaking dizziness finally stopped.

Probably dizzy, Cheng Xiuyi saw two palace sedum in a trance, one looked indifferent and indifferent, and the other squinted his eyes and smiled treacherously.

"God, you better take me away, don't do this to me." Cheng Xiuyi cried in her heart, how can this world be so mysterious since he came out of the dungeon. The person in the dream appeared in reality, and two appeared in one breath.

Only Hu Feihong knelt on the ground with a puff, "Meet the Eighth Prince!" The eighth prince came to Hufu, and Hufu was shining!! ”