In the dream, a tree is full of flowers, and the begonias press the branches, which are delicate and beautiful.

The young man standing under the tree had flowing black hair, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised. He beckoned to her and said softly, "Shiguang, come here." The breeze blew and the petals fell on the ends of his hair and rested on his shoulders. This scene seems to be a fog, and it seems to be a way home.

Xu had dreamed countless times, and everything in the dream was as real as if it was happening, which made her deeply immersed in it and unwilling to wake up again.

On the bed, Su Die lay quietly. There is a smile at the corner of the mouth, and tears at the corner of the eye. Her eyes were closed, and her eyelashes were like butterfly wings, fluttering gently as she breathed. Her palm-sized little face is more soft and beautiful, unique in the world.

Wan Yanche stood in front of the bed and looked at Su Die intently. She slept like a child, innocent. It's not like the stupidity you hear about every day, and it's not like the injury on the main hall. At the moment, she was close at her fingertips. He thought she was a deep and dazzling woman, and he had to fight for everything he could; He thought she was a fluttering skirt, delicate and charming, with a swaying red dress, and everything was done with all her heart; He thought that her eyes must be blazing, and there was nothing else in her eyes except for the phoenix. But she wasn't.

On the top of the main hall, she wore an aqua blue dress, and butterflies dotted on it. Simple, but not singular.

She hides behind everyone, obscure and inconspicuous. did not wear a hairpin, only pinned a simple disc tail step swing, printed with the dress, without raising his head, it gave birth to a different kind of beauty. Tranquil and comfortable, with an extraordinary temperament.

She looked up for a moment, not as hot as he had expected. She looked up slowly, as if scared and full of anticipation. When she looked into his eyes, her eyes were full of shock and disbelief, longing, sadness, love, hate...... In just a few seconds, he saw a myriad of emotions unfolding in her eyes. He had an inexplicable sense of familiarity, but the person in front of him was indeed the first time he had met. It feels ...... I don't know why.

She fell suddenly, and before he could figure it out, she fell to the ground. He didn't have time to get up, and people ...... has fallen into the arms of Wan Yanyu. He was so angry that in the end, he just clenched the armrest and didn't say a word.

He's an emperor, and he has too many considerations.

From the moment he saw the painting she made, his mind was difficult to calm down. It felt like someone was sitting on the tip of his heart, letting go and scratching. This repetition is full of anticipation and a little painful. This feels like never before.

He ascended the throne at the age of sixteen, more than eight years ago. From childhood to the present day, his heart has been empty. In addition to the world, in addition to the people's livelihood, in addition to the government, there has never been any color in his life, let alone a ripple in his heart. At this moment, looking at the person lying quietly on the bed, he suddenly felt lonely that he had never felt before, his consciousness was divided into two, and one was telling him: holding her, this is the instinct from your body. Another person is shouting: Wan Yanche, you are the emperor, how can you be amorous.

He was a little annoyed, except for the bloody storm many years ago, he had not hesitated for a long time. Lying in front of him was his woman, and he didn't have to do anything, she belonged to him. It's just that this feeling is like hanging in the air, and his heart is not steady. If you get closer, starting from jumping into the lake, to that portrait, to today, in full view of everyone, suddenly fainted. This farce must not be unintentional.

However, although this is his palace, it may not be him who enters this palace. A wry smile disappeared before he could get out of his mouth. Wan Yanche turned around and left slowly.

The night softly vented out of the window, full of glory. He was gone, leaving only the sandalwood in this room, deep and long, to sleep with her.

Su Die woke up on the second day, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a man in plain clothes sitting on the side of the bed with a light smile, and when he woke up, he opened his mouth leisurely: "How does the little master feel, but what is the discomfort?" Su Die raised her head and crashed into a pair of watery eyes. She took a deep breath, feeling guilty that the first thing she had seen was his plain clothes. The eyes are like peach blossoms, bright and calm; If the lips are like Zhu Dan, it will be easy to feel the soul...... This, isn't this Nanbin also have some demons and monsters, or immortals? Whatever you meet here, it's so good-looking. The probability estimate is a bit high.

Su Die glanced at the surroundings again, it was right in his small courtyard. Clearing his throat, he asked gently, "Who are you and why are you in my room?" Seeing that she was asking cautiously, Mo Yun smiled a little, so she got up and said slowly: "Miss Su, didn't you forget that you fainted in the hall yesterday?" Did you forget how to get back to this courtyard? In Xia Bucai, he is the doctor in this palace, and he accepts His Majesty's dictation, and he comes to see if you are dead or alive. ”

Su Die was choked half to death by these words, and without thinking about it, the words came out: "Oh? Doctor? Now, the selection of imperial doctors in this palace has become a standard like yours, regardless of medical skills? Besides, is there a shortage of money in the palace, and casual cloth clothes can be worn in this palace? "I didn't feel like I was enjoying it, but I just shook off the expression that you are eating by your face, trying to get some face back.

Mo Yun is completely happy now, it seems that Yan Che has a bit of vision, this little girl is really interesting.

"In Xia Bucai, the imperial doctors in this palace are all under my jurisdiction. As for this cloth, the girl also said that it depends on strength. In order to prevent more people from being like girls, they only look at the surface and ignore the identity of the doctor below, and the clothes are as simple as possible. ”

Xu is because he has been lying down for a long time, Su Die is full of fighting spirit at the moment, but he can't go back to a word, his brain seems to be powered off, and his reaction is sluggish. Even though she was anxious to go down and grab his neck and shake it back and forth, she could also look at him viciously, thinking about making the other party submit with her eyes.

This is not neatly dressed, and when she gets off this bed at this moment, she has to carry another pot behind her back.

Mo Yun saw that she had changed her eyes, and wanted to tease. Suddenly remembering that there were still people in Shao Huadian waiting for him to report, he couldn't delay any longer, so he bowed slowly, bowed and said, "Little Master Su, I have to talk about it later." The little master is good at living, don't faint again. ”

By the time Su Die reacted and was about to throw the pillow over, the person had already disappeared.

When I woke up, the time was taken up by the quack doctor, and I didn't have time to think about anything else. She stopped at the moment, but she couldn't calm down anymore.

Above the main hall, he was sitting on the dragon chair, except for the unfamiliar eyes, nothing else changed. The voice is as cold as water, without half emotion; The facial features are handsome and sharp, and the gentleman's face has not changed in the slightest. What's going on? In her previous life, she couldn't ask for it, but in this life God gave her another chance? Or, is this Li Feifei? If not, why are there people in this world who are so alike? If so, why is the look in his eyes so unfamiliar? Her thoughts were completely confused, and she felt a splitting headache, and this pain, like the feeling of a nerve being pulled, was extremely painful.

When Su Die's whole heart and whole person were torn apart by Wan Yan Che's impact, at this time, Mo Yun was holding the teacup and looking at Wan Yan Che with a wicked smile.

"Long story short, what I want to know, you know all too well."

"Oh? Weichen is stupid, I really don't know, please make it clear to Your Majesty. “

"You know best my patience, have you been in a panic lately, why don't you go to Xijon on my behalf?"

"My good Ah Che, but don't. I haven't married a wife yet, and you have bad intentions. ”

"Exile, go and pass on Grandpa Liu." After speaking, the exile appeared very consciously in the middle of the Zhaohua Palace.

Mo Yun was in a hurry now, and hurriedly got up and said, "Wander away, go back quickly." I'm discussing important matters with the emperor, and Gonggong Liu doesn't need to announce it for the time being. The exile looked at his master very embarrassed, and after seeing that Yan Che didn't stop it, he retreated very interestingly.

"I said, Ah Che, you are too angry with me, and you are free of the past. There is no more affection outside of straightforward business.

Wan Yan Che didn't say anything, and glanced at Mo Yun coldly. When Mo Yun received the eye knife, he immediately became honest and said respectfully: "Miss Su's body is fine, but she is just ......"

"Say."

"She seems to have amnesia."

"Amnesia?"

"Yes. I have diagnosed Miss Su's pulse once, but there is no other change, only this temperament, which is 108,000 miles away. It's not so much amnesia as it is like being reborn and reborn in Nirvana. ”

"Go on." Wan Yanche lowered his head and took a sip of tea and said softly. The water vapor slowly spread between his eyebrows, and the fragrance of tea overflowed.

"She used to be a soft, weak, shy and introverted woman. His eyes are dodgy, and he is not a straightforward person. Even if you skip back to the lake, this temperament is brought out of the mother's womb, and there should not be such a big change. I had seen this case when I was traveling before, and the symptoms were completely different from that of Miss Su. Pathological amnesia, listlessness, and madness, often with their parents can't recognize clearly. This psychological is only a comprehensive or one-sided memory loss, but there has never been a great change in temperament like Miss Su. ”

After listening to Yan Che, he was silent for a long time. Mo Yun saw that what he had to say was almost finished, and sighed: "Ah Che, since I have known each other, I have never seen you attach so much importance to a woman. You are not mortal, and you look down on it. With that, he put down his teacup and walked away slowly.

Wan Yan Che got up and took out the painting from under the desk. He opened it gently, and the man in the painting jumped onto the paper, vivid, as if he was about to come out.

At first, he thought it was her ambition to climb the dragon and the phoenix. Give him a different sense and arouse his interest. Now, he'd seen it countless times. He knew that she had no such intentions. Qin, chess, calligraphy and painting most reveal a person's nature, if there are distracting thoughts, the painting can not be hidden. She painted him, obviously with a deep longing. The appearance is exactly the same, and the eyes are the same. It's not just a matter of skill, it's a matter of deep understanding, great familiarity, to be so expressive. Who the hell is she? Why do you know him so well? Wan Yanche was a little confused for a while.

The light and shadow are deep. Wan Yanche caressed the hand of the painting, which happened to be placed on the hand of the man in the painting, and the inside and outside of the painting were exactly the same.