Visiting the market once caused so much trouble, Yan Li's mind was filled with all kinds of questions, and she forgot about going to see Yin Junbai, and when she woke up from the table in a daze the next day, a cup of hot tea was placed in front of her, and Yin Junbai's beautiful face with foreign blood.

"Come over in the morning to see that the prince is sleeping soundly, Jun Bai didn't dare to call you for fear of disturbing the prince's rest. This is a freshly brewed warm-up tea, let the prince drink it while it is hot - it is still the same as before, two dried red dates and four pieces of fragrant tea leaves, brewed three times with boiling water, which is when the tea leaves are the most fragrant. Yin Junbai pushed the slightly reddened clear tea in front of Yan Liwu, and his bright eyes were full of anticipation.

Yan Li's sleepiness was swept away, and after hesitation, he took the tea, rubbed his forehead and looked at Yin Junbai: "How is the wound?" Later, I will have to change the cloth and tonic again. Remember not to move in the future, your skin is not compatible, and the wound heals slower than ordinary people, so you can't help but toss casually. ”

"Well, Junbai knows." Blushing slightly, Yin Junbai suddenly showed a confused expression again, "Speaking of which, it was the prince and the young master who brought me back to the room yesterday, right?" I still can't remember how I tore open the wound and fainted, but I remember that as soon as I woke up, I was stared at by the young master, staring at me so cold that I didn't dare to move. ”

Yan Li was slightly stunned, and suddenly remembered what Wen Moqing said last night, Yin Junbai seemed to have lost part of his memory and forgot what happened yesterday.

Is it really a loss of memory, or is Yin Junbai pretending?

"Yesterday you stood for a long time on the edge of the woods behind the palace, and you seemed to be talking to yourself about something, and you forgot all this?" Yan Liwu was cautious and tempting, and did not mention the Qinglian King.

Yin Junbai scratched his head, trying to recall for a long time but to no avail: "Woods? I don't remember, yesterday I saw Jiangbei pickled bacon delivered from the dining room, and I remembered that the prince used to like to use the bacon to cut into cubes and fry vegetables, so I went to ask the people in charge of the dining room if there were fresh vegetables. I don't know what happened later, and before I woke up and had time to ask about the greens, the young master split his head and covered his face, and he was forced to ask......"

Fragmentary amnesia? It's rare, but it's not impossible. Yan Liwu sipped the tea silently, and quietly glanced at Yin Junbai from time to time, Yin Junbai was still the same cautious and respectful appearance, and even the shallow smile on his face that revealed subtle satisfaction did not change, and it didn't seem to be pretending.

Yan Liwu sighed silently, and couldn't help but feel a touch of sadness.

Yin Junbai must have loved King Qinglian very, very much, otherwise he would not have betrayed Junzilou and tried his best to save his life in the slaughter. It's a pity that the person he saved at great risk was not the Qinglian King himself, and it was even possible that he was a stand-in who had nothing to do with the Qinglian King himself. A piece of infatuation was ruthlessly deceived, and it was difficult for him to be willing to do his duty, which was said to be obsessive, and it was also due to his purest nature, so it was not impossible to unconsciously erase a certain memory when the pain was extreme.

Recalling Yin Junbai's care and protection all along, Yan Liwu couldn't ask directly no matter what, so he had to knock on the side and lure: "Didn't we find a room full of Qinglian King's clothes and jewelry in the underground palace before?" What are your guesses about that room? For example, the Qinglian King may not be dead, but she once revealed that there was another stand-in and you forgot about it, so you mistook me for her-"

"What is the prince talking about, how can I forget what the prince said?" Yin Junbai shook his head desperately, and said seriously, "Even if it is the dream words that the prince said, I will remember it, and I will never forget it, and it is even more impossible to be a stand-in." But I'm also very curious, why would the prince hide a person under the underground palace? Who is that person? ”

Yin Junbai held his chin and pondered, serious and confused, and his expression made a strange feeling permeate the surroundings of Yan Liwu, and his heart became more and more cold.

"Junbai, you...... You don't know who that room belongs to? gasped, Yan Li stared at Yin Junbai worriedly, "Think about it, the fact that King Qinglian has a sister, you have witnessed it with your own eyes!" ”

"Sisters? What sisters? Does the prince still have sisters? But the prince never talked about it? The prince should stop teasing Jun Bai, now his mind is full of tricks! Yin Junbai was aggrieved and surprised, and there was no trace of deception in his surprised expression, as if this was the case, he never knew that King Qinglian had a sister, and he had never heard of this incident in Anzhou, let alone be sad and depressed for this, and even made those radical moves towards Yan Liwu.

Another part of his memory was suddenly missing.

In his previous life, he was no stranger to this kind of illness, and many reports and popular science programs will mention that people's feelings can affect the brain, fabricate fantasies that meet their expectations out of thin air, or actively choose which bad memory to delete, as if all tragedies never happened. Now Yin Junbai should be in this situation, he can't accept the fact that he was deceived by the Qinglian King, and after struggling in every way, he lost to his feelings, completely sealing those facts that he didn't want to believe.

But in this way, a large part of the clues about the Qinglian King will be lost, after all, Yin Junbai is the closest person to the Qinglian King, and the secrets he hides about the Qinglian King are far more than Wen Moqing and the others already know.

Yan Liwu bit his lip and was silent for a long time, and the fingers holding the teacup were slightly pale in the joints because they were too hard.

"Lord, lord? Did Junbai say the wrong thing? Lord Wang, Jun Bai knows that he is wrong, please don't be angry with Jun Bai! Seeing that Yan Liwu was suddenly silent, Yin Junbai thought that he had said something wrong, his face turned pale, and he shook his head desperately and kept apologizing.

"Don't worry, I'm not angry."

Yan Liwu didn't like Yin Junbai's scared and flustered appearance, frowned slightly, and his tone couldn't help but be heavier, which made Yin Junbai even more flustered. Helplessly, he sighed faintly, half regretful and half emotional, and fell on the table tiredly.

To tell the truth, she likes Yin Junbai very much, like an older sister to a younger brother. Yin Junbai is simple, innocent like a child, and at the same time stubborn to make people sigh, especially his deep affection for King Qinglian, although King Qinglian is not a good person, this friendship still moves Yan Liwu.

It would be good if he hadn't met King Qinglian, maybe Yin Junbai could still be like a normal person, and he could even become a martial arts warrior like Wen Moqing and Mu Jiuge, wandering in the rivers and lakes, looking for a confidant to live a happy life.

Gently grabbed the flustered Yin Junbai, and said in a deliberately serious tone: "Junbai, let me tell you again, I am not the King of Qinglian, you know this matter very well." ”

"No...... Jun Bai didn't know, he only knew that the prince was the prince, and it wouldn't be anyone else. Yin Junbai's face was slightly pale, and he stubbornly shook his head again and again.

"I'm not, you know. Think about it carefully, think about what you've said, what you've seen, and why you think I'm the King of Qinglian. You should get those memories back, instead of escaping reality forever, so that we will all have a hard time, do you know? "Yan Liwu was a little anxious.

Yin Junbai had said a lot of things before he fainted yesterday, which clearly revealed that he knew that he had been deceiving himself, the question is, how much did he refer to, and how deep? If he had already discovered that Yan Liwu was not the real Qinglian King, then this discovery might have been after Yan Liwu was reborn, or before this body died and was possessed by her; If it is the latter, then another way of saying it may be understood that Yin Junbai knows that this body is not the Qinglian King himself, and it can also be used as a human testimony to prove that she is not the Qinglian King who is burdened with countless sins.

A flash of inspiration made Yan Liwu lose patience, and when she found out that someone might be able to prove her innocence, the desire that had been suppressed suddenly became urgent and impulsive, outweighing the fragile protection of Yin Junbai.

"I don't know, I don't know, the prince is the prince, I don't know anything!" The forced questioning of Yan Liwu made Yin Junbai unbearable, and the crazy chaos of yesterday gradually appeared in his bright eyes, and he tried his best to resist Yan Liwu, or resist the memory that was deliberately sealed.

The noise alarmed Wen Moqing, and he pushed the door open suddenly, and looked at Yin Junbai, who was holding his head and panting in pain, with a cold expression, and then moved his eyes to Yan Liyu: "What's the matter?" ”

Yan Liwu closed his eyes and calmed down for a moment, his voice was a little hoarse: "Send Junbai back to rest first, his injury is not healed yet." ”

Yin Junbai, who didn't know what he was muttering, looked in a trance, Wen Moqing nodded in silence, half-dragged and half-dragged Yin Junbai away, and in less than a cup of tea, he turned to the room and slammed the door.

"Say it yourself, don't wait for me to ask."

Yan Liwu glanced at Wen Moqing, knowing that he was in a bad mood at this moment, and his voice involuntarily lowered by three points: "Junbai has lost his memory - not all, just about the part about the Qinglian Wang sisters." When I asked him about the small room just now, he was very surprised, saying that he didn't know that the Qinglian King had a sister who looked very similar, and he forgot all about what we had experienced together. ”

"So you're forcing him to remember? Why is this memory of Junbai important to you? Or is there some other reason? ”

"Don't interrogate a prisoner, I want to know what the truth is, is it interesting to always be so suspicious of me?" finally couldn't stand Wen Moqing's cold attitude, and Yan Liwu became angry, "I was hunted down and killed, and I was the one who was full of grievances and carried a lot of inexplicable blood debts, no one wants to reveal the secret of the Qinglian King more than me, why should I accept your constant suspicion?" Why don't you ask yourself before you suspect me, how many secrets do you have that you dare not meet anyone! ”

The sudden noise was followed by a long silence, Wen Moqing quietly looked at the undulating words in his chest, his face was neither apologetic nor angry, and he was numb as if he was a stone carving.

Touched his moldy head, right? It seems that when he is really angry, he will always be so quiet, he can't see emotion, he can't see anything that makes human beings weak, shows strengths and weaknesses. Yan Liwu couldn't help but speculate about Wen Moqing's mood at this time, thinking about it, he became more and more aggrieved and depressed, and his chest ached slightly.

She wanted to believe in Wen Moqing, and she also wanted to gain his trust, and both of them tried to tolerate each other, thinking that they could continue like this without being enemies, but in the end, they still couldn't escape the end of mutual suspicion.

She has no secrets, but is considered to be a deep secret.

He hides secrets but refuses to reveal them.

Long.

"The roster has been found, when can you send me back to the palace?" He spoke lightly, and his indifference and numbness were learned from his worries.

"The whereabouts of the jade seal are not known yet, at least until the entire underground palace is searched."

"Let's continue searching tomorrow. I'm tired and want to sleep for a while, please go out. ”

Wen Moqing was silent for a short time, and then left the room with a calm face, as if nothing had happened.

People who can't be friends no matter how hard they try to run in are in vain, and until the task is completed and separated, the relationship between the two people can only be like this, right? Yan Li collapsed on the bed tiredly, the back of his hand on the slightly cool lip flap.

There has never been a moment when I generally miss Wen Moshu, his gentleness and his smile, the warmth in his arms, and the coldness and sourness brought by Wen Moqing.