Jing Cheng walked into Mo Jingli's room, Mo Jingli had already opened his eyes, with confusion and fear in his eyes, but he looked around vividly, and when he saw Jing Cheng, he stepped back: "Who are you?" ”

Jing Cheng frowned and looked at the imperial doctor on the side: "What's wrong?" ”

The Imperial Physician said respectfully: "This should be selective amnesia." ”

"Selective amnesia?" Jing Cheng muttered.

"Out of extreme fear, he chooses to forget part of the thing, which is usually the most terrible memory for him." The Imperial Doctor explained softly.

Jing Cheng looked at Mo Jingli, a touch of killing intent flashed in his eyes, this is Jingde's child, he has no reason to keep him, thinking, the hand next to him moved slightly.

This is just a child, if he really wants to do it, this child will definitely die, as soon as his hand is stretched out, he sees Mo Jingli's face, timid, but extremely like.

He hesitated for a moment, and he couldn't do anything in the face of this very similar face.

Jing Cheng looked at Mo Jingli on the bed, thought for a while, and finally withdrew his hand, looked at the imperial doctor on the side, and asked, "Will this part of the forgotten memory be remembered?" ”

When the imperial doctor heard this question, he hesitated for a while, and then he thought about his words before he spoke: "Maybe it will, maybe not, this part of the memory may be remembered in the next moment, but it is also possible that it will not be remembered for the rest of your life." ”

Jing Cheng looked at Mo Jingli on the bed and ordered: "No matter what method you use, I will never remember him." ”

"Huh?" Hearing Jing Cheng say this, the imperial doctors were stunned.

"What? Questions? Although it was an inquiry, his tone seemed to take their lives as soon as they nodded.

The imperial doctors hurriedly shook their heads: "Yes." After speaking, he glanced at Mo Jingli on the bed with some sympathy.

One of the imperial doctors thought for a moment and spoke: "When a few of us prescribe a pair of medicines and drink them, as long as there is no external force, we will not remember it anymore?" ”

"External forces?" Jing Cheng muttered, his expression not looking very satisfied.

The imperial doctors were taken aback and hurriedly spoke: "If someone tells him, we can't avoid this situation!" ”

Jing Cheng heard them say this, looked at Mo Jingli, and then made a shallow nasal voice to express his consent.

The imperial doctors got Jing Cheng's consent, hurriedly retreated, and after leaving, they wiped the cold sweat that came out of their heads slightly: "I'm scared to death, that child is really pitiful." ”

A doctor next to him answered: "Isn't it?" But whoever let him be born in the royal family, let's go quickly, or we will be more pitiful later. ”

When they heard this, they hurriedly went back and prescribed medicine.

When the medicine was decocted and sent up, Jing Cheng had already communicated with Mo Jingli, at least Mo Jingli didn't have the kind of rejection at the beginning, Jing Cheng took the medicine and handed it to Mo Jingli's eyes.

Mo Jingli looked at the black medicine, with rejection on his face, and asked cautiously, "What is this?" ”

"Are you sick? You have to drink medicine obediently to get better. Jing Cheng didn't open his mouth in the slightest, Mo Jingli heard it, hesitated for a while, took the medicine and drank it.

After drinking, he asked cautiously, "You haven't told me who you are?" ”

Jing Cheng handed the medicine bowl to the side for a while, thought about it, and said seriously: "I am your father." ”

Looking at the confusion on Mo Jingli's face, Jing Cheng explained what he had thought of in a serious manner.

Mo Jingli woke up, there was a strange emotion in his eyes, no matter what he thought, he couldn't imagine that the real reason turned out to be this, and he couldn't help muttering: "It turns out that the cause of death of my parents turned out to be this, and I have nothing to do with you, you are this kind of person, you can do such a thing." ”

The voice was soft, but the sorrow and anger in it could not be hidden, and murderous intent permeated his body.

finally calmed down, and couldn't help but kill Mo Cheng directly without rushing up.

With hatred in his eyes, he glared at Mo Cheng angrily, suppressed his hatred and asked, "Where is my mother's grave?" ”

Mo Cheng muttered: "It's like being buried in Qingshan Temple by me." ”

Hearing his answer, Mo Jingli went through the name Qingshan Temple again, because he got the news, his heart was relieved, the emotions in his heart were almost uncontrollable, his hand shook slightly, and the bowl accidentally fell to the ground.

"Bang." The bowl shattered and wailed.

Mo Cheng on the side was suddenly awakened, looked at the broken bowl on the ground, and asked, "What's wrong?" What's wrong? ”

Mo Jingli forcibly suppressed all his emotions: "It's okay, just now, I was careless, and the bowl was broken." ”

Mo Cheng still asked a little uneasy: "You shouldn't have accidentally dropped the bowl, right?" Is there really nothing going on? ”

Mo Jingli shook his head: "It's just careless, nothing else?" ”

Mo Cheng smiled and stood up: "Okay over there, if there is anything, you must say it, maybe I can help you solve the problem." ”

Mo Jingli nodded: "Naturally, if there is really any trouble, I will definitely bother you to help." ”

After speaking, he thought about it and added: "Don't bother me when the time comes." ”

The words were peaceful and natural, as if everything was as usual, but no one knew how Mo Jingli suppressed his inner emotions and said this.

Mo Cheng laughed loudly: "How come? ”

He slowly walked to the chessboard, sorted out the chess pieces in his hand casually, and left Mo Jing: "I slept really well this night, come, accompany me to play a game of chess." ”

"Yes." Mo Jingli stepped forward, sat down on the chessboard, and picked up a piece.

Outside the door, Mo Yufei was passing by, but he didn't expect to hear such a big secret, it turned out that Mo Jingli was not Mo Cheng's child, if this was true, then he could rest assured, Mo Cheng would never pass the throne to Mo Jingli.

Mo Yufei secretly looked inside through the crack in the door, saw that they were playing chess, and stayed for a while, making sure that he couldn't get any useful information, so he took a few steps back slightly, intending to leave.

After walking out for a distance, he couldn't help but murmur: "In this case, why did he leave Mo Jingli?" What happened in the first place? ”

Thinking about it, no matter how smart Rao is, he couldn't come up with an accurate answer, after thinking about it, his pace changed direction, and he walked quickly into Long Xue'er's room.

Long Xue'er was slightly stunned when she saw him, and after reacting, she smiled softly: "Is there something wrong with you?" ”

As he spoke, he stood up and personally brought him a cup of tea.

Mo Yufei looked at her, waved his hand, and motioned for the surrounding maids to retreat.

After they all left, he looked down at the cup of tea, was stunned for a while, reached out to take it, took a sip gently, and after a while, asked softly: "I heard that Mo Jingli is not the child of his father." ”

When Long Xue'er heard him say this, her hand shook slightly, the teacup in her hand fell to the ground, shattered, and she was stunned for a moment, and soon a smile rose at the corner of her mouth: "What nonsense are you talking about?" ”

It's just that his face was pale, his lips trembled slightly, and his eyes didn't dare to have the slightest intersection with Mo Yufei's eyes.

Seeing her like this, Mo Yufei affirmed everything he heard outside the door, and his voice raised a little: "You don't have to lie to me, what happened in the first place?" ”

There was affirmation in his tone.

Listening to Mo Yufei's inquiry, Long Xue'er was sure that he already knew a little, so he was silent, and before he could speak, a tear flowed down first.

She thought about it carefully, and no longer hid it, and said everything softly.

The words were flat, as if he was talking about other people's things, but the tears couldn't help but fall with the sentences, and he was quite calm at first, but when he got to the back, his voice involuntarily choked.

Mo Yufei looked at her like this, just listened quietly, and didn't dare to disturb her.

The darkest and most depressing things hidden in the depths of her heart popped out, Long Xue'er became more and more emotional, tears flowed more and more, and her body began to tremble slightly.

"I know that he has never had feelings for me, and even now, the person he loves is still the same." Long Xue'er spit out the last sentence weakly, she couldn't help it, she collapsed and reached out to cover her face, crying loudly.

The cry was miserable, faintly spread outside, alarming the maids who were guarding outside, they hesitated, and finally knocked on the door.

Mo Yufei's face turned cold, and he scolded sharply: "There's nothing wrong here, you all leave." ”

The maids were so frightened that they immediately ran away, not knowing what was going on, and endured Mo Yufei so angry.

Mo Yufei took a few steps forward, reached out and gently patted Long Xue'er's back, comforting her silently, Long Xue'er's mood calmed down a little, and then she sobbed and spit out a sentence again: "Even if Mo Jingli is not his blood and bones, but because Mo Jingli looks like Wanru, Mo Cheng has always treated him as his own flesh and blood, and his feelings for Wanru have reached such a point." ”

As he spoke, tears flowed down again.

Mo Yufei comforted Long Xue'er, and after a while, said softly: "Don't worry, I will definitely kill him." ”

Because Mo Cheng doesn't have Long Xue'er in his heart, he hasn't gotten along with his father much since he was a child, so naturally he has no feelings for him.

Long Xue'er knew that he was because he could suppress the killing intent, and he had made up his mind to kill Mo Cheng, she hesitated for a while, and finally nodded: "Okay." ”

Her love for Mo Cheng had already been worn out in so many years of lonely deep palace career, leaving only hatred and a trace of unwillingness.

Seeing that Long Xue'er agreed, Mo Yufei's eyes flashed with murderous aura, he didn't expect that Long Xue'er would live so miserably, and all this was caused by Mo Cheng, since this is the case, it is not impossible to take his life.

On the other side, Mo Jingli forcibly suppressed his emotions, and when he played chess with Mo Cheng, his thoughts would fly outside the Jiuxiao Field from time to time.

Mo Cheng couldn't help frowning as he watched him absent-mindedly drop the chess pieces again and again.