In the mist, someone seemed to be whispering, and she was like a wisp of a wandering spirit through the mist, unable to see the way forward.

Finally, the fog cleared, she was on top of Hwaseong, watching the thousands of people under the city fighting, bloodshed, the war was raging, and the soldiers were red-eyed, this scene was so tragic.

A tear floated in the air, and she was amazed, it was her tears.

At the end of the battle, she stepped barefoot on the blood-stained earth, shuttling through the tents, no one noticing her, and she didn't know what she was looking for.

Suddenly, she was frozen.

The wind blew the curtain of the tent, and she tried hard to see the scene in the tent, and the scene was really getting clearer.

The people in the tent were covered in blood, but it was not her blood, but those warriors just now, to be precise, she was saving people.

And this she is none other than herself.

Lu Wan also realized at this moment that she was in a dream, or rather, in her memories.

A man in a white robe suddenly appeared next to "her" in the curtain, but the white robe was also soaked in blood at this time.

They were talking, and they seemed to be very familiar.

What are you talking about?

She wanted to know, but she couldn't hear anything.

Feeling a powerful sense of detachment, Lu Juan realized that she was about to wake up again, and at last glance she stared at the man she was talking to.

She wants to remember this face! Find him.

Then you'll know who you are.

At the same time, in a deep courtyard.

"Ahh Feng Wuyi sneezed violently.

If Lu Wan was there, she would find that this face was exactly the same as the man in her dream.

Feng Wuyi finished sneezing, sucked violently, and squeezed his nose hard, of course, with his face.

Mo Ji on the other side couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"You're the most different person I've ever met."

"What?" Feng Wuyi's face instantly wrinkled into a "bun", his eyebrows were also wrinkled, and he stared at Mo Jian viciously.

"Personable, actually...... Hahahaha." Mo Ji couldn't help but laugh again before he finished speaking.

"Isn't it just a sneeze, are you? People, they should be more lively, what's the meaning of the beautiful scenery."

Knowing that Mo Ji was laughing at him for not paying attention to his image, Feng Wuyi pursed his lips boringly, picked up the tea in front of him and took a sip.

"I heard Mo Xie say that you are not in the capital of the Xia Kingdom? Running here overnight?"

"Hmm." Mo Ji bowed slightly,

"Any information to tell?"

The curiosity in Feng Wuyi's eyes was about to overflow.

This time, Mo Jian didn't smile, and there was a little seriousness between his eyebrows.

Realizing something, the smile on the corner of Feng Wuyi's mouth faded, and his eyes changed slightly.

"Yes...... Is there any news of her?" There was an imperceptible tension in the man's voice, and his eyes trembled slightly.

Mo Ji looked at Feng Wuyi, sighed slightly, and shook his head.

As if he couldn't bear to look at Feng Wuyi's lost eyes, he also picked up the teacup and took a sip.

A hint of disappointment flashed in the eyes of Feng Wuyi on the other side, but he quickly squeezed out a smile.

"Harm, then what are you doing with such a bitter and hateful expression!" Feng Wuyi cleared his throat and made that "carefree" appearance again.

"Although there is no news of the princess, I have found Wu Xin."

"Well, I heard from Yunting." Feng Wuyi nodded, and the darkness in his eyes flashed.

Only he himself knew, in fact, he had heard the news that Wu Xin was not dead from the beginning, so he decided to come to Xia Kingdom.