He seems to be Helian Jue, and he doesn't seem to be.

He has everything Helian Jue has, cold, arrogant, and powerful, but he has no memory of him.

Now his name is Phantom Night, he is the lord of the Nine Heavens Sacred Palace, and there are four powerful and stunning subordinates by his side, they are the eldest princesses of the four kingdoms of the border, and the four secret guards he once trusted the most, but they can only stay in the outer hall and guard the holy palace with ordinary guards.

He seems to be ruthless to everything in the past, but she is an exception.

He brought her to the Holy Palace, arranged the best pavilion for her, never needed her to do anything, and did not ask her about the past, but every half a month he sent someone to send some rare treasures.

He gave a lot of things, but rarely came to see him. She had been in the Holy Palace for three months, but she had only seen him twice, and each time it was no more than half a moment.

He seemed to think of her as someone else, someone who was tugging at his thoughts, and she was just a stand-in for that person, and none of the favors she enjoyed belonged to her.

"Do you know how to make osmanthus cakes?" While Qin Xiayue was contemplating, Phantom Night suddenly spoke.

Qin Xiayue hurriedly retracted her thoughts, looked at the phantom night, and nodded.

The Phantom Night Phoenix's eyes lit up slightly, and the corners of his lips raised a pleasant arc, "Would you like to do something for the deity?" ”

"Good" Qin Xiayue responded softly

An hour later, the fragrant sweet and soft osmanthus cake was sent to the tea table in the corridor, the osmanthus is the light yellow osmanthus outside the Yeyue Pavilion, and the cake is made by Qin Xiayue himself, with the best sandalwood box.

Because it has just been made, the pastry is still warm, and the sweet aroma invades the nose, making people appetite when they smell it. The Phantom Night Phoenix bent its eyes and picked up a piece of pastry and put it in his mouth.

The pastry melts in your mouth, and the sweet fragrance of osmanthus instantly fills your mouth.

Feeling the taste flowing between his lips and teeth, Phantom Night frowned slightly?

How could it be different? There was also a box of pastries in his Naling space, which was clearly the same color and shape, but the taste was a little surprising.

Maybe...... What does it have to do with the utensils that hold pastries?

The phoenix eyes blinked, and the phantom night took a lotus leaf from the lotus pond, put the osmanthus cake on the lotus leaf, and cast a spell to cool the cake before taking a piece again and putting it in his mouth.

No, it's still not right, it's still different from the box in the Naling space.

What's missing? Phantom Night stared at the osmanthus cake on the lotus leaf and fell into deep thought.

Qin Xiayue stood quietly aside, looking at the abnormal behavior of Phantom Night, her beautiful eyes crossed with doubts, and she spoke tentatively for a moment, "Lord Wang, are the pastries made by Xia Yue not to your taste?" ”

Phantom Night shook his head, there was still a tangle in his eyes, the pastry tasted very good, neither sweet nor greasy, the heat and dosage were just right, but it was not the taste he wanted.

After thinking for a while, but couldn't think of a reason, Phantom Night was a little bored, so he could only take a piece of pastry from the Naling space and hand it to Qin Xiayue, "You taste it, how is this pastry different from what you made?" ”

Qin Xiayue stretched out her hand to take it, took a bite of it to her lips, and wrinkled her eyebrows suspiciously, "Lord Wang, Xia Yue didn't eat anything different, it's just that this fast pastry is cooler than Xia Yue's."

Phantom Night frowned, not agreeing with Qin Xiayue's words, but she didn't ask any more questions, stood up and walked out of the corridor. Qin Xiayue's lips moved, she wanted to say something but didn't say anything after all, she just quietly looked at the figure of the phantom night fading away, and then looked down at the osmanthus cake on the side, her beautiful eyes slightly darkened.

She made pastries for an hour, and he ate only two.

With a soft sigh, Qin Xiayue carefully put away the pastries and walked towards Jingyue Pavilion.