"Past life?" Zhu Qi thought of Xing Yao, who was lying in the iron sheet with blurred flesh and blood...... Isn't that a nightmare? But a real memory?

He patted his head, and in addition to this, there was a strange dream in which he fell into the river from a nine-story tower to save a child and lost consciousness.

Isn't this a dream, but a memory of how you died?

They were reborn together? Zhu Qi drowned when he was a child to save his younger brother, and it was at this time that he was reincarnated in Zhu Qi?

"What happened to us in our previous life?" He asked curiously. How could he not remember anything, does Xingyao still remember?

"Leave it alone for the time being, you are Brother Ling Feng, and I am your wind spirit!" She suddenly decided that she didn't want to care so much, if she couldn't even win her own happiness, how could her fragile shoulders pick up the universe?

"Okay." He put his arm around her waist, pulled her into his arms, and said excitedly, "I know you are Xingyao, you can't fool me." ”

"I'm sorry." She said sadly.

"No, it's good you're alive, there's nothing better than this." He held back tears and laughed, and finally came back, my heart.

"What are you doing!" Suddenly, there was a stern sound.

Xing Yao hurriedly let go of the hand holding Zhu Qi, she hadn't forgotten that she was still dressed as an embroidered spring knife, how could she tarnish Zhu Qi's reputation?

Zhu Qi refused to let go, don't look over, it was Xiao's naughty and jealous face.

Behind her stood Huzi, Zhaoxue, and a dozen other Jinyi Guard generals.

Huzi and the generals all lowered their heads and didn't dare to look.

Zhao Xue had a worried look on her face. After all, Xingyao still couldn't control himself.

"What is this palace doing, don't you understand?" Zhu Qi removed his hands from Xingyao's waist and rested one hand on her shoulder, looking at Xiao Naughty defiantly.

What is Xiao Naughty? It's nothing, why care about yourself?

"Broken feet?" Xiao Naughty thought that she might have misunderstood, so she changed her tone to a concerned tone, ran over and circled around them, and then asked, "Which foot?" “

Zhu Qi was held up for a while, and he pointed to one finger.

She crouched down and placed her hands on his "injured" ankles, exercising to heal him, and he felt a hot air flow burrow into the cloth boot.

"No, no, I'm fine." He explained.

"If you're injured, you have to be helped, are you okay?" She clapped her hands and stood up, holding his other arm.

He pushed her away in disgust: "No need to drive the girl, Huzi!"

Huzi trotted over in response.

"I'll do it anyway." Xiao naughty grabbed Zhu Qi's arm again, and grabbed it tightly, not wanting him to get rid of him, otherwise he would be ugly in front of so many people.

Every time she exercised, Xing Yao could feel an invisible flow of heat, and she also smelled a smell of déjà vu, which reminded her of the camp guard season.

When Yingwei Ji fought with herself, she also exuded such a strong pungent smell of orange peel and hot current, which left a very deep impression on her.

Flamingo Soul? Could it be that the Flamingo soul entered Xiao's naughty body?

Na Xiao Na Na Naughty must not be afraid of fire, on the contrary, she is most afraid of the cold.

Zhu Qi insisted that as long as Xingyao and Huzi supported him, he pretended to limp back to the camp.

Xiao Naughty stood behind and looked at his back, feeling that she was very disliked by him.

She didn't understand, since this guy asked himself to accompany Xia Hunt, why did he snub himself so much, could it be-

She had also heard another rumor, saying that Zhu Qi usually never wanted palace maids to serve, leaving only a eunuch Huzi by his side, did he prefer men?

She laughed and comforted herself, "Don't worry, I'm actually lucky." He also has the same taste as I do in the camp season. You don't know that Lao Tzu is a man, right? You're going to love Lao Tzu to death. ”