He, Ou Yanzhe, didn't have too much energy to deal with this kind of organization, and he didn't have much time left. In the turmoil of the royal family, the political situation is unpredictable, one day at a time, this is what he has to worry about.

Chu Li stayed here for two days, and the blonde man he saw that time never came again. He looked like the master of the place, and the attendants were respectful to him. She had lunch in her room, still Chinese-style. She offered to go out for a walk, and the housekeeper brought her a set of clothes without any objection.

In the warm spring season, it's warm outside. The place is extraordinarily large, and it looks like it will never be finished. She had never seen such a delicate and luxurious pure Western-style building, the castle was as beautiful as a painting, and every detail was taken care of to perfection.

She was still wondering how the smell of flowers could waft in the air, and it turned out that there was a large glass flower hall here. The flower hall is planted with countless roses, purple and red, and the dome is also transparent, passing through countless sunlight. This is supposed to be the upper floor of the castle, and from the window, the trees below are covered with green blankets.

No wonder it's called Rose Castle, and with such beautiful and flourishing flowers, even the air feels fresh and fragrant.

She is a simple person, and it is easy to let go of her heart in such a beautiful place. After a few days, most of the servants here were accommodating, and although they didn't talk much, she was surprised that she could understand them all, word for word. She thought that maybe her inexplicable lost memory would have this place and the language of this place.

She believed Ou Yanzhe's words, but after waiting for a few days, she never saw Gong Chiruo come to pick her up. She thought they knew each other, just like Miyachi had sent Bol to Delin Court to look after her. After her doubts were a little more, she finally waited for someone.

That person was not the Gong Chi Ruo or Gong Shu Gong Nanmu she was familiar with, but a man with the same black hair as her, who actually looked a little like her, making her feel familiar. The man sat in the flower hall waiting for her to come, next to the blonde young man who had not been seen in many days. This man with an oriental face is noble and handsome, he is no longer young, he looks very good, his original eyes are slightly condensed, but when he looks at himself, he is a little softer.

Chu Li felt that his attitude was very strange, a kind of suppressed care. Obviously he wasn't a stranger, but his tone sounded so familiar, and he asked, "Are you feeling better?" ”

It was exactly the same thing that the blond-haired and blue-eyed man had said, they all knew themselves, and they didn't look like bad people.

She was silent for a moment, looked at him and said, "Much better." The man seemed to be relieved, but Chu Li couldn't help but ask him, "Who are you?" ”

She was a little speechless and stopped, and Steward Joy personally brought her a soft chair, with pink and purple cross-section embroidery, which was soft to sit on, but did not let her relax.

Hearing this, Lan Yuanli glanced at Ou Yanzhe who was sitting next to him, and the man had a faint smile on his lips, and he didn't say a word, as if he was out of the matter. He had just learned about Lan Qingchuan's situation from his housekeeper, and now looking at Lan Qingchuan, he had indeed lost the memory of many things, where did he still remember his uncle who had been away from home for many years.

He suppressed his emotions and smiled at her, "I'm Lan Yuanli, and I live in the Lan family's manor. ”

Chu Li nodded ignorantly, these words seemed very unfamiliar to her.

Lan Yuanli's eyes darkened, and his fingers quietly clenched on the handlebar.

He was supposed to be a pampered niece, the little master of the Lan family, the pearl of his father's palm, who was so persecuted that he lost his memory.

The flower hall fell into silence for a while, and Ou Yanzhe lowered his eyes and drank tea quietly, his face was white and ivory, and he did not make waves. Steward Joy added tea next to him, and Chu Li thanked him and held the porcelain cup in the palm of his hand, but Lan Yuanli did not move.

After more than ten years, he himself didn't expect that meeting Lan Qingchuan would become such a situation now, which is ridiculous and sad.