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Lin Wen naturally would not refuse such a benefit, if he had a relationship with the Gu family, the status of the Lin family would definitely go to a higher level.

The table in the inner room is lit with soothing incense, the heroine on the bed sleeps very deeply, the breeze blows outside the window, the thin bed curtain shakes slightly, and the outline of Rao on the bed can be vaguely seen.

A strand of silver-white hair slid down the side of the bed, almost dragging to the ground, the woman closed her eyes, her expression was relaxed, and even with a little pleasure, the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned, and she didn't know what kind of sweet dream she had.

In the dream, the woman sat barefoot on the tree, her legs were shaking, her mouth was still humming a song, her charming face was full of smiles, she looked down at the people under the tree, and said with a smile: "You continue!" I haven't heard enough yet! ”

The man under the tree, dressed in white, with a long piano in front of him, looked up at the man on the tree, stretched out his hands, and could not see his face clearly, but only heard him: "When you come down, I will play it with you." ”

When the woman heard this, without warning, she threw her hands on the trunk of the tree under her and jumped down.

The man under the tree was startled, and hurriedly went to pick up the person, but the person caught it, but he became a human flesh cushion.

"Ahem, ahem!" The man was hit like this, his face turned pale, and he couldn't help but cough while holding his chest.

The woman hurriedly got up and panicked to help the man calm down: "Ah Shu, are you okay?!" ”

"No problem." The man shook his head, raised his head and rubbed the woman's head, rubbed her green hair, hooked his lips and smiled, "I'm not that porcelain doll, if I hit it, it won't be broken." ”

The dream came to an abrupt end here, and the person on the bed opened his eyes, the ink in his eyes had faded, and he looked the same as usual, but there was something more, and his hair changed back to his original appearance.

Yan Zhuo raised his hand and touched his hair, and when he realized that it was short hair, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Luckily, everything just now was just a dream.

The curtain in the inner room was opened, Yan Yue walked in, still holding a bowl in his hand, and when he saw that the person on the bed was awake, he smiled: "I knew you should wake up, get up and drink the decoction." ”

Yan Zhuo stared at Yan Yue's every move, moved his lips, and spit out two words: "Brother Huang? ”

Yan Yue's hand stiffened, and then sat down beside Yan Zhuo: "Do you remember everything?" ”

"No Sakura" Yan Zhuo shook his head, his eyebrows twisted slightly, "I just remembered that I knew you before, and I called you the imperial brother." ”

Yan Yue raised his hand and habitually rubbed Yan Zhuo's head: "Yes, I am your imperial brother." ”

It's good if you don't remember everything, but if you remember everything, it's not a good thing.

There are some things that are forgotten for the best.

"But ......" Yan Zhuo's expression was entangled, "In this year, is there still the title of imperial brother??" ”

Yanyue: "......"

He has forgotten this, and now his mind is full of modern ideas and knowledge, and he suddenly remembers the events of more than 300 years ago, and the conflict of ideas is not necessarily a good thing.

He can't say a word to those who haven't remembered their identity yet, you're more than five hundred years old, right?

So, Yan Yue found a very lame reason.

"You used to take a princess play, and you went home to practice with me, and then you joked and kept calling me the royal brother."

Yan Zhuo obviously didn't believe it: "Really fake? ”

Yan Yue nodded stubbornly: "Really." ”

My conscience hurts a little......

Yan Zhuo knew that this was not the case, but he didn't know how to refute it, so he finally believed it.

"So, you're my own brother?"

Yan Yue nodded: "Yes." ”

They are brothers and sisters with the same father and mother, both from the demon lord and the queen, but Yan Zhuo was born when Yan Yue was three hundred years old.

There is too much age difference between the two, so Ziyanzhuo was born and grew up in the palm of Yanyue's hand, and lived a carefree life.

Yan Yue thought that he could protect Yan Zhuo's life like this, but he didn't expect that such an accident would happen later.

Knowing this, it would have been better for him to assert the truth from the beginning.

It's just that the matter has come to this point, even if Yan Yue regrets it, it's useless.

Dear, this chapter is over, happy reading! ^0^