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It was so cold, Xue Ling hurriedly stepped forward and closed the door, walked to the wardrobe on the side and opened the wardrobe, saw some thicker clothes taken out and wrapped around his body, and finally put on a snow-white fox fur.

Then I sat in front of the dresser, looked at the mirror and looked at my little face, and there was a trace of trance, is this me?

It's not who I can be! Xue Ling then felt ridiculous about his thoughts.

Looking at the loose hair, it was a little difficult, and a trace of memory suddenly flashed in his mind, and he pulled his hair into a simple bun after three times and two clicks.

I saw the only jade-white hairpin in the drawer of the dresser, gently inserted it into the bun, looked at myself in the mirror, and was quite satisfied.

I turned around and put the bed away again, but I found that one of the red quilts seemed to have been cut by some sharp weapon, but I didn't think much about it, and folded a few quilts.

Only then did I look at the room, very simple furnishings, just a commonly used thing, no other decoration, only the wall is still pasted with red characters, and the curtains and quilts are still red, as if there has just been a happy event here.

But seeing that those happy words were already a little white, I reached out and touched it, and the smooth paper seemed to be a little fluffy, as if I had been touched countless times, and my heart suddenly hurt.

There is a feeling that I want to replace the red here, so I tear off those happy words, but every time I tear it, there will be an indescribable taste, as if I am distressed and reluctant.

Shaking his head, ignoring the strange feeling, he crumpled a few pieces of red paper, and saw that there was no place for garbage in the house, so he put it on the table first, thinking that he would take it out later.

But what kind of place is this, Xue Ling sat down in frustration.

Thinking about it, he opened the door and walked out, dressed in a snow-white fox fur, dressed in a simple and elegant manner, with thin cheeks, and his eyes were confused.

I looked at the surrounding environment blankly, there was a strange and familiar feeling, looking at the few blood plums in front of me, which was the only bright color in the snow-white sky, which seemed to be able to dispel the endless cold, some vague fragments flashed from my mind, and my head ached irrepressibly.

As if he had forgotten a lot of things and couldn't remember anything, Xue Ling squatted in the snow with his head in pain.

"Princess?" When Huangfu Xuan's personal guard Jian Yu walked into this strange garden with the waiter, a petite person squatted under a few Aoxue's blood plums, and he shouted uncertainly.

Being interrupted by someone and no longer thinking about it, the headache was relieved a lot, Xue Ling slowly raised his head, looked at the man in front of him and a group of people behind him, there were men and women, unconsciously vigilant, stood up with defense and alienation: "Who are you?" ”

The strangeness in Xue Ling's eyes made Jian Yu a little curious, but he still replied: "Back to the princess, I am Jian Yu, the prince's personal guard!" ”

"Lord Wang? Princess? Bodyguards? Xue Ling chewed on these words and asked, "I am the princess?" So what's my name? ”

"This!" Jian Yu was a little embarrassed, and it was disrespectful to call the princess by her name.

"Forget it, tell me where this is!" Xue Ling looked at him in a dilemma, a little irritable.

"This is King Xuan's Mansion!" The doubts in Jian Yu's heart increased, the princess is like this? It's not amnesia.

"And what are you doing here?" Xue Ling felt that the name was somewhat familiar, and it didn't look like they were bad people, so she let go of her tense nerves and pointed at Jian Yu and those attendants.