"Isn't it?" Ling'er was startled, "Why are you picking up floor tiles?"

"Because under the tiles, there is the person on the tip of my heart!" Don't leave the joy and come back.

"The person on the tip of your heart, isn't it Xiaofu?" Ling'er looked at her, "Another change?"

After speaking, he smirked: "Good replacement! If you want me to say, Xiaofu is really, too unkind now! What's the matter, you also pulled him up with a handful of and urine! But when he grows up, he will never be close to us again! I used to be able to kiss and touch him, but now, I feel like I'm panicking when I look at him! It's like an ice lump! No matter how you meet, you can't get warm! Your Highness, you should have abandoned the darkness and turned to the light and found a new love......."

"What do you say?" Mo Li listened to her more and more unspeakable, and smiled, "He used to be a doll, but now he is an adult man!" You are a little girl, and you still want to do it to people, why are you so shameless? As for the ice lumps or something, he was originally that temperamental, and he didn't mean to!"

"Originally?" Ling'er was puzzled, "How do you know what he is? He doesn't know what he is!"

"Well...... Mo Li thought about it, but finally couldn't hold back, and shared the secret he had hidden for a long time with Ling'er, "Ling'er, do you remember that a thousand years ago, I was lost?"

"Remember, of course!" Ling'er replied, "I haven't been back for a whole month! Everyone thinks you've been eaten by some beast! I washed my face with tears every day, and I almost killed myself!"

"You guessed that right, I did encounter a beast!" Mo Li smiled back, "However, if one person saves me, he is Xiaofu!"

"Huh?" Ling'er was stunned, "How could he be Xiaofu?"

"He is exactly the same as the current Xiaofu!" Mo Li said, "Although Xiaofu doesn't remember, I know it's him! They are all the same good-looking, the same temperament, the same extraordinary spiritual power, and even some small daily habits, they are exactly the same!"

"No wonder you're so nice to him now!" Ling'er understood, "It turns out that he once saved you! In this way, your fate with him is really not shallow!"

"This is called a thousand-mile marriage, a thread!" Mo Li smiled shyly.

Ling'er pouted: "What is the thread? It's a knife, right? Almost, you roasted him and ate it!"

"yes, it's dangerous!" Mo Li stroked his chest, full of joy, "Fortunately, I couldn't bear it for a while, otherwise, if I ate it in my stomach, where would I find such a handsome husband?"

"Husband?" Ling'er's eyes widened, "Your Highness, in your heart, he is actually the future husband candidate?"

"Ah......" Mo Li coughed lightly and said with a red face, "Slip of the tongue! I mean...... Pimp! That's right, Lang Jun!"

Ling'er shrugged: "That doesn't mean anything!"

"How can that mean that? Lang is Lang, husband is husband...... Ah, forget it, don't talk about it!" She quickly changed the subject, "Count the tiles for me! You count nineteen from that side, and I count nineteen from this side! Where the two intersect, that's my treasure spot!"

After speaking, he ran to the wall and counted first, and Ling'er also counted from the other end, and the two counted to the nineteenth together, and then occupied a floor tile one after another.

Mo Li looked closely at the floor tiles and saw a few faint traces of cherry blossoms on them, and couldn't help but be overjoyed: "This is it!" Bring me a knife!"

Ling'er took the dagger and handed it to her, she cut the tip of the knife to the seam of the floor tiles, dug a few times, and removed the surrounding mud little by little, and then, stretched out her fingers to lift the floor tiles, and there was indeed a powder box inside, which was painted with cherry blossoms, one after another, although after thousands of years, it was still as fresh as yesterday.

Mo Li stretched out his hand to pick it up and hugged it tightly in his arms.

Ling'er felt that this box was a little familiar, looked at it for a moment, and exclaimed, "Your Highness, isn't this the box you sealed hundreds of years ago? I remember what you said at the time, I was afraid that I would remember it again in the future, and I also specially cured a forgetful pill, and I wanted to forget this box completely!"

"yes!" Mo Li stroked the cherry blossoms on the box, remembering the mood when he sealed the box, and the corners of his lips raised slightly.

She was so sad that she couldn't find him, and she thought she was ridiculous, so she decided to burn all the contents of the box, and forgot about the man completely.

But when the fever came, she was reluctant and helpless, so she had to use this way to hide her thoughts, and then forget her worries, so that she completely forgot about it.

It's a pity that it's useless to forget your worries.

Although she had forgotten where the cherry box was, she still remembered the person all the time.

However, fortunately it didn't burn at the time, otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to awaken Xiaofu's memory!

She picked up the box, walked into the bedroom, carefully placed the box on the dresser, took a deep breath, opened the cherry box, and a bunch of things inside immediately came into view!

"Oh my God, so many paintings?" Ling'er exclaimed, "The person on this painting ...... It's really a little blessing?!"

"This is the man who saved me!" Mo Lihui replied, "You believe now that Xiaofu is him, right?"

Ling'er nodded vigorously: "These eyebrows, eyes, facial features, expression, and demeanor are exactly the same!" By the way, I remember a time when you were sitting in your room and painting, and you kicked me out so that no one could see what you were doing! Could it be that you painted him at the time?"

Mo Li whispered "um", and felt a little shy for a while, so he hurriedly twisted his head over.

She was really like a demon at that time, and she would think of that person all the time, but this was full of thoughts, and there was nowhere to send it, so she could only spend it on the drawing paper.

At first, she couldn't draw well, and she couldn't always draw what he looked like in her heart.

In order to draw him well, she devoted herself to learning to paint, and slowly, she was finally able to draw a perfect him.

Mo Li looked at the drawing papers one by one, and the past was like water, slowly flowing in his fingertips.

When she sealed these paintings, every time she thought of the past, her heart was always very melancholy, and at this time, when she thought of the person she was thinking of, not far away, her heart swelled with a deep sweet joy.

She looked at it for a long time, then put the paper back into the box, and ran out with the box, halfway through, but folded it back again.

"Ling'er, my hair is messy, help me comb it again!"

"And this garment has been changed! I got dirty when I dug this box!"

"Such a solemn ......" Ling'er looked at her, "Your Highness is going to see Xiaofu again, right?"

Mo Li smiled but did not answer.

Ling'er wanted to say something, looking at her happy and sweet appearance, she swallowed it again.

She started to put on Mo Li's makeup, dressed her up delicately and beautifully, and then watched her hold the box and rush out of the hall with light steps, disappearing into the bright spring sun in the afternoon.

"Alas!" Ling'er sighed and looked at her hands, "I'm blind with a pair of skillful hands, I'm blind and delicate, Xiaofu is a nerd, I don't even look at it!" Your Highness, you should find a new love! Where is there no grass at the end of the world? Why bother with this stinky-faced bird?"