Zhao Fuling's gaze fell on the tea set for a long time.

It wasn't until Li Ce seemed to be aware of it that she withdrew her gaze.

Because of the tea set, the cold face like jade flashed in her mind, teasing people's minds, and suddenly put it away.

She didn't take Li Ce's words to heart, and turned her head to look out the window.

Jingyang Palace is very large, Zhao Yan'er is extremely favored, and the place where she lives is also poor and luxurious. Needless to say, the furnishings in the house alone are more expensive than the other places.

The early summer wind caressed the treetops, and when I looked up, all kinds of branches stretched to the sky, brown and blue intertwined, like a clear ancient painting.

Zhao Fuling looked at it for a moment, and her eyes swept to someone leading a imperial doctor in from outside.

Li Ce's deep voice sounded again, and he asked the imperial doctor to take her pulse.

Zhao Lingling didn't have the slightest superfluous movement, and when the palace maid came to embroider the pier, she sat down freely.

After a while, Zhang Yuan was thinking about speaking: "Concubine Zhao had a serious illness before, her qi was weak and her body was weak, and her heart yin was insufficient......

“…… Therefore, it is possible that some memories have been lost. ”

He said a lot of things, and in Li Ce's ears, only the last sentence remained.

The emperor was furious, and his brows were cold.

With his eyes half-lowered, he looked at Zhang Yuanzheng and asked lightly, "Is it a possibility, or is it a fact?" ”

Zhang Yuanzheng heard the displeasure, and hurriedly checked Zhao Fuling's pulse again, and finally affirmed: "Concubine Zhao has indeed lost part of her memory. ”

Li Ce's eyebrows fell.

He sat upright, his fingertips bent slightly on his knees. The five-clawed golden dragon embroidered on the robe shook slightly, as if it brought countless heart-palpitating coercion.

Zhang Yuanzheng didn't dare to speak anymore, and buried his head directly.

Zhao Fuling looked up in surprise, only to find that Li Ce still had such momentum.

In this way, talking and acting with her before seemed to be a little conniving.

After a few moments of silence, Li Ce finally turned his head to look at Zhao Fuling. Zhao Fuling didn't look away, but looked at her.

Li Ce looked at her, his eyes were complicated, but his voice was soft: "It's normal to lose your memory and change your temperament?" ”

Zhang Yuanzheng was stunned, thinking that this Zhao Concubine had also changed her temperament?

But at this moment, even if it is not normal, he has to say that it is normal.

"Yes, most people with amnesia are like young children, and their hearts are really simple, and it is normal for them to be the same as before."

Li Ce got an accurate sentence, and looked at Zhao Fuling's expression but softened a lot: "Let's all step down." ”

Zhang Yuan was leaving, and Chen Fu saw that Li Ce seemed to have something to say to Zhao Fuling alone, so he made his eyes look and asked everyone to go out.

Only Zhao Yan'er was reluctant to be coquettish: "Your Majesty has something to say to your sister, can't you let the concubine know?" ”

"Stand down!" Li Ce just glanced at her, and Zhao Yan'er froze.

Then she had red eyes, gritted her teeth and saluted, and then turned away.

Only Li Ce and Zhao Fuling were left in the house.

Zhao Lingling sat at the table embroidering the pier, a head shorter than Li Ce, and the momentum was a few percent lower than the other party.

She didn't know what Li Ce was going to say, so she simply got up and spoke first: "Your Majesty is still suspicious of that letter?" ”

Li Ce shook his head, his phoenix eyes were half-drooping, and his expression was focused and gentle. When the tail of the eye is lightly hooked, there is an illusion of affection.

He looked at Zhao Fuling and said softly: "That letter was forged by me. ”

Zhao Fuling was a little surprised, but said in her heart, sure enough.

Li Ce continued to look at her: "But Mobei did send things, most of which are treasures and playthings for women. Shen Chi, I'm still thinking about you. ”