Shaking his head, Chu Si stretched out his right hand and patted his head, and said to himself: "Be sober, be serious, this really doesn't seem to be a dream." ”

The arm has a thousand pounds of strength, and the action of slapping her head makes it extremely difficult, and after the beating, she can't help leaning on the bed, panting for a long time.

Suddenly, Chu Si, who was panting and looking around, was stunned: Why am I so powerless? Wrong! I'm a kung fu master!

Almost instantly, her face turned pale. Without looking from within, and without exercising, she can clearly know that her internal strength has somehow disappeared.

Chu Si, who was still a little unrelenting, sat up and mobilized his internal strength. The more she showed her internal force, the more she appeared in her body, as if she was stuffed with mercury, dense and dull, as if every meridian was sealed, where was there any internal force?

At this time, Chu Si finally panicked. With a white face, she stared blankly at the big pink peony on the brocade quilt, and thought blankly: I am at the bottom of the slope, and then go uphill, and then, yes! It's the smoke! The smoke from that pile of grass was poisonous, and it stunned me!

After figuring out this, Chu Si became even more flustered: However, I was stunned in Yejiu. Who was it that followed me all the time, and then found the opportunity to stun me? I have kung fu and have been stunned, so what about Xie An? What about Xie An, how is he?

Thinking of Xie An, her heart was blocked for a while.

Just as Chu Si was thinking wildly, a slight sound of footsteps came. The footsteps got closer, closer and closer, and then it stopped, just outside Chu Si's room.

Chu Si hurriedly raised his head and looked at the door with round eyes.

At the same time as the door was pushed open, a dazzling sunlight reflected in the room, and Chu Si's eyes narrowed reflexively. When she opened her eyes again, a tall young man appeared in her eyes.

The young man was about twenty-one or twelve years old, and had a long face. looks quite handsome. He looked a little blue, the lines between his eyebrows were very deep, and the whole person gave people a kind of majesty mixed with gloom, but he was Chu Si who had seen His Majesty the Emperor Sima Yan before!

It's him!

Chu Si's mouth opened reflexively, and he wanted to ask him what he wanted to do. But as soon as she opened her mouth, she immediately realized: wait and see. He is not Wang Yunniang's appearance, no, could it be that this predecessor also used Chu Si's face to have something to do with him?

Sima Yan was dressed in an ordinary black robe, with his head tied high and tied with a golden crown. \\ He was originally handsome, but his face was gloomy, and there was a dark color between his eyebrows. Now he walked towards Chu Si from the sun. A little golden light reflected on his head, and on his face, the handsome face was darkly intertwined, showing a majestic beauty.

Sima Yan didn't seem surprised at all at all at Shang Chu Si's sober eyes. After he strode to the top of the bed and sat down, he looked up at Chu Si and said, "It's been a long time." ”

Chu Si's heart flickered and thought: It's miserable. Could it be that this face really has a bad relationship with him?

Thinking like this, she suddenly didn't know how to answer well.

Sima Yan looked at Chu Si and said slowly: "In this year. My health has deteriorated a lot. ”

Yes? What does it mean? I don't understand!

Seeing Chu Si's stupid look, Sima Yan smiled bitterly. He slowly stood up and paced around the room. After a turn. He came to Chu Si's bed, looked at her fixedly, and asked slowly, "You really don't remember me at all?" ”

Chu Si shook his head stupidly.

With a low sigh, Sima Yan said softly: "I forgot, I really forgot." Also, if you hadn't forgotten me, how could you be so indifferent last time, not only indifferent. It's so rude. "When it comes to being rude. His lips pursed into a line, and his handsome face contorted. Bring a bit of gloom.

Chu Si's face turned white, and he secretly complained: It's miserable, this face really has a bad relationship with him!

Sima Yan was frightened when he saw Chu Si's little face, and his expression couldn't help but relax. The corners of his mouth hooked slightly, and he squeezed out a stiff smile. He paced the room again.

Pacing around, he sat down again. Raising his eyes to look at Chu Si, when he met her beautiful little face, a touch of tenderness flashed in his eyes, but immediately after the gentleness, it was a pain.

His right hand was clenched into a fist against his forehead, and Sima Yan said bitterly and in a low voice: "I forgot!" It's nice to forget, it's good.

Then there was a long silence.

After the silence, Sima Yan looked up at Chu Si, at this time, Chu Sixian's eyes were a little red, and there was an indescribable loss in the eyes that looked at him. Suddenly, Chu thought and said: Judging from this Sima Yandi's performance, it seems that he has not love for me, but a kind of dependence. Yes, it's dependency.

Sima Yan's expression was lost and painful, but there was no love in it.

Blinking at Shang Chu Si, with curious eyes, Sima Yan leaned back, looked at her and said softly: "Your eyes are so clear, so clear!" There was no pain in his clear eyes, no strong longing that I had seen before, no resolute sadness. That's actually pretty good. ”

I don't really understand. Chu Si blinked again.

Sima Yan was much calmer than just now, his right hand was unhurriedly patting lightly on the collapse, and while patting, he looked at Chu Si quietly. His eyes were very quiet now, and there was still a little drift in the tranquility, as if he was looking at something through her, and he seemed to be thinking about it, immersed in his own world.

Chu Si blinked, and when he saw Sima Yan's appearance, he couldn't help but look at him seriously. In all fairness, this Sima Yan is really good-looking, and in terms of facial features alone, his handsomeness is only slightly inferior to Murong Ke. Compared with a beautiful boy like Wei Yingyi, his handsomeness with a strong masculine taste is more in line with Chu Si's aesthetics.

The bridge of the nose is high and straight, and the tip of the nose is not hooked, hey, isn't this person insidious? The lips are also slightly thick, and the world says that thick lips are affectionate, is this kid not only not insidious, but also affectionate?

His eyes are very light, not as brown as ordinary yellow people, and his eyes have a kind of glass-like light. Such eyes, coupled with the longitudinal groove that divides his chin in two, and the deep Sichuan character lines between the two eyebrows, make the man in front of him have a melancholy and worldly charm.

Gradually, Sima Yan came back to his senses. After his eyes flashed, he stared at Chu Si deeply, and said in a low voice: "I never thought that one day you would completely forget me. I forgot so completely. ”

The loss in his eyes was too heavy, it was a kind of loss that bordered on despair, Chu Si glanced at it, and suddenly felt that this kind of look made her feel breathless in her heart. He lowered his head, stared blankly at the big peony on the brocade quilt, and unconsciously drew his fingers along the lines.

"It's strange, you forgot me so completely, but your personality is quite maverick, can amnesia change a person?" Sima Yan muttered these words softly, and Chu Si listened to it, but couldn't help but shudder.

Silence, silence again.

Such an inexplicable way of speaking, such a suppressed silence, made Chu Si really uncomfortable. She couldn't help but move her lips, and after hesitating for a while, she still asked in a low voice, "Where is this?" ”

"My Palace."

Yes?

Chu Si opened his mouth and glanced at Sima Yan in surprise. After thinking about it, he asked again, "Well, how did you capture me?" ”

The corners of Sima Yan's mouth curled, and he said a little funny: "I used the rosemary you taught me before to capture you." The light in his eyes flashed, and he said slowly: "I have specially confessed, if you recognize rosemary, then allow them to bring back your corpse, if you don't, then I forgive you for your rudeness last time." ”

"Allow them to bring back your body?"

Hearing this, Chu Si shuddered fiercely: How can this person say that killing people is so simple? No, he's an emperor, and he can make killing simple enough.

Chu Si asked in a low voice, "You mean, if I know rosemary, it means that I don't have amnesia, and I should die if I don't have amnesia?" ”

"That's not bad to say." Sima Yan smiled again, when he laughed, there was a special taste, as if the sadness accumulated in his bones had completely disappeared at this moment, and in that smile, there was actually a childish and cuteness that was almost childlike.

Sima Yan said softly: "You don't have amnesia, but you are so provocative, rude, indifferent to me, and you smile at another man, I can't bear this, so you should die" But," Sima Yan said softly, talking to himself: "After I gave the order, I still regret it." You were born so beautiful, I have never been pampered, if you just become an ignorant corpse, with a beautiful little face puffy and white, and a beautiful body crawling with maggots, wouldn't it be a tyrannical thing? ”

When he heard "the beautiful little face is swollen and white, and the beautiful body is crawling with maggots", Chu Si's little face turned white, and a feeling of nausea rushed out of his chest. She quickly took a deep breath and drove the feeling away.

Sima Yan's low voice continued to reach her ears: "When I felt that you had indeed lost your memory, I suddenly felt very uncomfortable. This kind of discomfort is the same as what I felt when I was a child when I learned that Sima Zong, the king of Nanton, had died. The heart is empty, as if a large piece has been dug up and can never be recovered. Have you ever felt that way? ”

Chu Si shook his head.

Sima Yan smiled again, and when the childishness disappeared in a flash, his face was filled with sadness: "I don't like that feeling." It felt like a space-barren. He suddenly looked at Chu Si fixedly, he saw it so focused, so focused, Chu Si felt uncomfortable in his eyes. She lowered her head and let her head fall straight to her chest, but Rao was like this, and that vision was like a maggot attached to the bone, tightly clinging to her body, lingering.