Li Xian, the word Mingyun, the son of Tang Gaozong Li Zhi and Wu Ze, the student of the great writer Wang Bo, is handsome and dignified in life, intelligent and talented when he was a child, and is the top rich and handsome in the Tang Dynasty, and the dream lover of thousands of beautiful girls.

Luoyang took a fancy to Li Xian's other identity - he was Shangguan Wan'er's first love.

I want to applaud the two of them for love in the Daming Palace, the railing of the secluded corridor before and after, applauding while looking at the magnificent scenery, picking peaches in the quiet grove, he always likes to pick one with one hand, and in front of the desk in the study, he accidentally knocked over the ink tray, and the black ink stained Mr. Wang Bo's good article......

How can a person, especially a woman, forget her first love? First love is so pure, so beautiful.

Luoyang's sentence "I am Li Xian", it was like a key that opened the door to the memory in Shangguan Wan'er's mind, and some fragments of memory poured out.

However, she couldn't connect the pieces all at once.

Luoyang was anxious, and then added: "Wan'er, I'm Mingyun, don't you remember me?" ”

"You ......" Shangguan Wan'er's expression was still a little trance-like.

"Wan'er, I want to ???????????????? with you Let's talk. Luoyang's eyes were shining with tears, he looked so infatuated, but he was actually forced.

Pretending to be Li Xian, this is the best plan he can think of.

How could a woman of Shangguan Wan'er's level invite him to her room for in-depth exchanges just because she was handsome, she was an outstanding politician and a talented woman, and she had nothing to do with. Therefore, he can only play the routine of first love.

Shangguan Wan'er didn't respond, she was still trapped in the scattered fragments of memories that kept emerging, and her mind was a little confused.

"Who do you think you are, you don't look in the mirror, just because you also want to enter Miss Wan'er's room?" The eldest brother on the list, Bai Gongzi, was the first to disagree.

A group of people in the back cheered.

"I look poor and sour, and I still want to kiss the fragrance of the Wan'er girl, it's like a toad who wants to eat swan meat!"

"Boy, I dare to take five hundred acres for two days as a dowry, do you have it? You've got a hair! ”

"Get out of here, don't be embarrassed here!"

There was a commotion in the hall.

Cai's mother gave a look, and a strong turtle slave walked over, grabbed Luoyang's arm, and prepared to drive him out of the hall.

The buyer of a cup of tea actually wanted to enter Shangguan Wan'er's room, how could Cai's mother, the CEO of the Sunset Painting Boat, allow such a thing to happen.

But at this time, Shangguan Wan'er suddenly said: "Mother Cai, he is my old friend, I want to talk to him." ”

Cai's mother looked so embarrassed, "Wan'er, you ......"

Shangguan Wan'er's voice turned cold: "If you stop me, I will never see anyone again." ”

Cai's mother sighed and waved her hand.

The turtle slave let go of Luoyang's arm.

"You come with me." Shangguan Wan'er glanced at Luoyang and continued to walk up the stairs.

Luoyang secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and walked up behind Shangguan Wan'er's ass, and there was a noisy voice behind him.

"I spent a lot of gold, and I didn't even look at me, and that kid was able to enter Miss Wan'er's room and return the money without spending anything!" The big brother on the list is already angry.

Cai's mother snorted lightly and ignored it. She had already seen through the essence of licking the dog, and before she slept until Shangguan Wan'er, he would come to the carnival.

"Miss Wan'er, I've been here ninety-nine times, you have never spoken to me, this kid took him to your room the first time he came, do you know that you broke my heart?" The heartbroken look of a scholar.

Shangguan Wan'er didn't even look back.

Su Dongshan glanced at the scholar intentionally or unintentionally.

He, the holder of the record of nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine times, did not speak, so what right did the scholar have to complain?

Su Dongshan's gaze returned to Luoyang's back, and a hint of intriguing smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Luoyang followed Shangguan Wan'er to the door of a room on the third floor, and Shangguan Wan'er opened the door.

Behind the door is a very fine room, mahogany floors and walls, I don't know if it was waxed or how to get it, the walls and floors are spotlessly clean. Under one wall is a carved bed, carved with phoenixes and peonies, with exquisite craftsmanship. There is also a dresser and stool, a wardrobe. There is a desk under the window, and on the table are a few thread-bound books, as well as a few painting scrolls, and the four treasures of the study.

It's not like a seafood chef's room.

"Come in." Shangguan Wan'er entered the door and stood at the door.

Luoyang entered the door, Shangguan Wan'er closed the door and inserted the latch.

Got a play?

Luoyang secretly ???????????????? in his heart Secretly excited, but before he could be more happy, there was a sudden movement behind him, and just when he sensed it, a trace of coolness came straight to his neck.

It was a knife.

Luoyang didn't dodge, and a sharp short knife was on his neck.

"Who the hell are you?" Shangguan Wan'er's voice was cold.

Several thoughts flashed through Luoyang's heart.

Did she remember who Lee Hyun was and what he looked like?

Or was she just remembering something and testing me?

"Speak!" Shangguan Wan'er said fiercely.

Luoyang sighed lightly and turned around slowly: "Wan'er, don't you really remember who I am?" ”

"You say you're Li Xian, but you don't look like him at all." Shangguan Wan'er looked directly into Luoyang's eyes.

confirmed, she not only recalled some of the past, but also remembered Li Xian's appearance.

Luoyang's voice was gentle: "Wan'er, take a closer look." ”

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like Li Xian.

It's also immoral to do this, but the basis of morality is to live, and if a person can't even save his life, what kind of morality can he talk about? If a person is hungry for a few days and nights, and his life is on the line, if he is given a bowl of rancid fried rice and a grain of fresh and delicious caviar, will he still choose a grain of caviar?

Therefore, even if his conscience is uneasy, Luoyang has to continue, not only for himself, but also for the elites of Baili Pujia, Baijing and Xuanwu Bureau.

"No matter how I look at you, you don't look like Li Xian, who are you?" Shangguan Wan'er's hand holding the knife had a little strength, and the blade pressed down the skin on Luoyang's neck a little, as long as she swiped hard, it would be a blood-spattered five-step ending.

"Wan'er, don't you know, I'm already dead." Luoyang said.

Shangguan Wan'er was stunned for a moment, her eyes were shocked.

"What you see is me more than a thousand years later, I came to you through time and space, God have mercy on me, I finally see you, but you ...... But you don't remember me......" Luoyang's voice choked.

"Y-How could you be Li Xian more than a thousand years later?" Shangguan Wan'er couldn't believe it.

"Wan'er, take a closer look at me, do you have the appearance of Li Xian between my eyebrows, do you yourself have a sense of déjà vu?"

Shangguan Wan'er stared at Luoyang, looking for the feeling he was talking about. Luoyang's voice was gentle: "Wan'er, can you put the knife down?" ”

Although he was sure that Shangguan Wan'er would not cut his neck with that knife, there was a knife pressed on his neck, which made him uncomfortable and affected his acting skills.

Shangguan Wan'er put down the short knife: "How did you die?" ”

Luoyang's mind flashed, searching his intestines and scraping his stomach to find relevant historical knowledge, but he said affectionately on his face: "Wan'er, have you forgotten?" I was given death by the queen mother, the rope I used to hang myself was twisted from the clothes you worn, I miss the feeling of lying in your arms, hanging myself with your clothes is equivalent to dying in your arms. ”

"You ......" Shangguan Wan'er leaned forward, almost unable to control her emotions and threw herself into Luoyang's arms, but shrank back at the critical moment, "You wrote a poem before you died, do you remember?" ”

"Poetry ......" Luoyang's head is as big as a fight.

"If you remember, I believe that you are Li Xian, if you don't remember, then you are a liar, and you just want to deceive my body by saying these words!" Shangguan Wan'er lifted the short knife again, and the tip of the knife was aimed at Luoyang's chest.

Luoyang suddenly remembered an old man who had invented the shared area, and he once published a poem in the newspaper,???????????????? It was a big stir at the time. At that time, it was 2019, and he was still in college, and he deliberately took a look at the relevant allusions and discussed them with his classmates.

Memories of the relevant came out of Luoyang's mind like a spring.

"Humph! You're a nasty ruffian, and you're telling these lies just to deceive my body! "Shangguan Wan'er has a preconceived judgment.

After all, those Sven scum downstairs, the turtle and the gentry are all hungry for her body.

But at this time, Luoyang recited aloud: "Under the stage of planting melon yellow, the melon ripe seeds are separated." One pick makes the melon good, and then the melon is thin. The three picks are still free, and the picks are gone. ”

This is the "Huangtai Melon Speech" made by Li Xian before his death.

Boom!

The short knife that Shangguan Wan'er held in her hand fell to the ground.

"Wan'er, my Wan'er." Luoyang called affectionately.

"Kenro!" Shangguan Wan'er sighed and plunged into Luoyang's arms.

Two tears burst out of Luoyang's eyes, but this was not because of any love, but because he saw a glimmer of life, not only his own, but also a glimmer of life for Dabai Xiaobai and the elites of the Xuanwu Bureau.

Shangguan Wan'er raised her head from Luoyang's arms: "Xianlang, how did you find me?" ”

Luoyang looked at Shangguan Wan'er with affectionate eyes: "Wan'er, haven't you seen it yet, that's my unforgettable love for you." ”

"Kenro!"

"Wan'er!"

Luoyang hooked Shangguan Wan'er's chin and kissed it.

All unforgettable love is finally shown with applause.

Clothes fall to the floor, and a pair of time-traveling lovers applaud love in this room.

Shangguan Wan'er originally had a lot to talk to Luoyang, but Xianlang was so impulsive and reckless all the time that she couldn't even speak clearly. She was powerless to stop him, and soon she was lost in the joy of communication, unable to extricate herself, and the doubts in her heart were also washed away.

But where is Luoyang's love that has been backlogged for thousands of years, and he has found a channel to erupt out of control, he just forced himself to be reckless all the time, all just to live.

However, the name of the painting of Saint Su Dongshan has been added to his list of enemies.

If he survives this time, he will pay back ten times one day!