He Miao Pavilion is very large, there are front yards, middle yards and back yards, He Miao has been living in the middle courtyard, Xiao Lang was also arranged to live in the middle courtyard when he was unconscious, and this was discovered by Mo Han Gongzi.

So after Xiao Lang woke up, in order to avoid being discovered, Princess He Miao arranged him in the backyard, and at this moment Xiao Lang was in a daze in the courtyard of the backyard.

He sat by a pavilion and looked at a small pond in the backyard in a daze, he had been in a daze for three days and three nights, because he found that there was nothing to do but be in a daze.

He didn't know who he was, where he was, what he was going to do, how he was going to live his life. His mind was blank, like a newborn baby, extremely confused about the world.

He held a sword in his hand and a Supreme Chariot behind him. Because He Miao told him that maybe he would think of something when he saw this sword and this chariot?

He looked at the chariot for a long time, and he didn't have the slightest impression, but the sword was held in his hand, and he had a feeling of flesh and blood. It seems that this sword has a lot to do with him, so he holds this sword all the time.

He would love to remember everything, so he wouldn't be so dazed, wouldn't be idle, wouldn't know what he was going to do. So he'd been sitting here, holding the cyan sword, trying to bring his memories back.

The sky slowly darkened, and it snowed again.

The world here is always an unchanging layer of white, and the snow stops falling and falling. The cold wind raged in the yard, blowing snowflakes from the surrounding trees, and flying all over the sky.

Snowflakes drifted into the pavilion, into his clothes, on his hair, whiter than snow, and blinded his eyes.

"Rustle!"

There was the sound of snow in the backyard, and two women walked over, the person in front of him was wearing a fox fur coat, a cloak, and a light veil on his face, but he only showed a pair of beautiful eyes, although he was wearing a skirt that was not thin, but he could still show her graceful figure.

The person behind was a palace maid with a pretty face, she was carrying a food box, looking at Xiao Lang who was sitting motionless in the courtyard, sighed slightly, and looked at Princess He Miao in front of her, and there was a hint of worthlessness in her eyes.

Xiao Lang has been awake for three or four days, but he is extremely cold in the face of his life-saving benefactor, Princess He Miao. Wrong... He is extremely cold to anyone, rarely speaks, and has a kind of indifference in his bones that rejects people thousands of miles away.

It stands to reason that if a person has amnesia, he will have a sense of dependence on the person he sees at first sight or regard him as a relative. And Princess He Miao is very good to him, shushing the cold and asking for warmth, and caring about the details. In the past few days, I have been talking to him, helping him recall the past, hoping that he can recover his memory, but he always responds coldly, and even ignores it...

Is this man cold-blooded and ruthless by nature?

The palace maid He Ni pursed her mouth, but Princess He Miao had already walked into the pavilion, so she could only follow helplessly.

"Xiao Lang, it's time to eat!"

Princess Hemiao's voice was very cheerful, her eyes were full of joy, and she seemed to be in a very happy mood when she could see Xiao Lang. He Ni placed the food box on the table and took out the delicate food inside.

"Oh!"

Not surprising to He Ni's surprise, Xiao Lang responded lightly, inserted the long sword that was colder than ice and snow into the ground outside the pavilion, turned his head and walked into the pavilion, sat down and took a bowl and ate it in a big gulp. No... Look at the two of them.

Princess Hemiao's beautiful eyes flashed a trace of heartache, but she immediately covered up the past, and said with a faint smile: "Hehe, eat slowly, no one will rob you!"

"Eun!"

Xiao Lang responded vaguely, but he still gobbled it up, although he lost his memory, many of his habits were still retained. For example, when eating, like a knife, it has always been so ferocious...

Soon a bowl of rice and a few dishes plus a few pastries were all in his stomach, Xiao Lang took a sip of water, touched his belly and burped, and then looked at Princess He Miao and He Ni and said, "Thank you, Miss He'er!"

"You're welcome?"

Princess He Miao nodded with a smile, but He Ni cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks, not to the surprise of the two, Xiao Lang walked to the pavilion again, grabbed his long sword and sat on the edge of the pavilion alone, looking at the pond and the wind and snow in the distance, and no longer paying attention to the two of them as before!

A trace of heartache flashed in Princess Hemiao's eyes, and the lotus step moved lightly, walked to Xiao Lang and squatted down, and just accompanied him quietly into the distance without speaking.

Xiao Lang didn't seem to notice, and continued to look ahead in a daze, he didn't look like he had amnesia, but became a demented child...

"Is the snowflake beautiful?"

"Beautiful!"

"Have you thought about anything for so many days?"

"Nope!"

"Then what are you doing sitting here every day?"

"I don't know!"

Princess He Miao tried to chat with Xiao Lang as before, but every time Xiao Lang responded briefly and indifferently, he didn't look at Princess He Miao next to him, as if he was talking to a stranger.

Princess He Miao looked at Xiao Lang sideways, and then waved her hand to let He Ni go down. After He Ni left the backyard, she suddenly untied the light veil on her face, looked at Xiao Lang and said, "Xiao Lang, look at me, look... Can you remember anything?"

Xiao Lang turned his head numbly, looked at Princess He Miao's face of Chu Chuyi, his eyes were still confused, and after looking at him for a while, he shook his head and said, "You are very beautiful, but... I still can't remember you!"

"Smack!"

Xiao Lang turned his head again, and two tears fell from the corners of Princess Hemiao's eyes, smashed on the bluestone slab below, and bloomed two plum blossoms. She looked at Xiao Lang's side face stupidly, but Xiao Lang seemed to have completely changed as a person, and his expression did not fluctuate at all...

Princess He Miao shook her head, letting her tears dry, she didn't know what was wrong with Xiao Lang? It stands to reason that even if he lost his memory, his feelings would not change? Why did he suddenly become so cold and ruthless?

Although Xiao Lang left ruthlessly on the sea of ice and snow, that moment made her think that Xiao Lang was a hard-hearted person. But when he turned back again, the light in her eyes made her firm that Xiao Lang was a ruthless person on the outside, but extremely kind on the inside.

She tried to move Xiao Lang with her tenderness, even if it was worth giving her a smile.

It's just that... Xiao Lang didn't, and he didn't look at her at the moment.

She suddenly felt very aggrieved, lowered her head and stopped looking at Xiao Lang, and the dried tears slipped down two lines of tears again. Her body twitched slightly, and the pear blossom with rain on the little face of the Chu Chuyi people was distressing and heartbreaking.

Xiao Lang still didn't respond, like a stone standing in the cold wind.

Just when Princess He Miao covered her face and was about to leave, a hand reached over and there was a white gauze scarf in her hand!

She looked up in surprise suddenly, but saw that Xiao Lang's face was still extremely indifferent, but at this moment he spoke: "Don't cry, crying and having a face is not beautiful!"

The words were very cold, but they were unusually warm in the ears of Princess He Miao.