"Murong Xinyu - are you a repeater?" Xiao couldn't bear it anymore and finally broke out. Xiao Xiao, who was angry, called King Qi's full name.

"What kind of chicken is a repeater chicken? I've eaten saliva chicken, steamed ginseng chicken, Huadiao chicken, roast chicken...... But I've never eaten repeater chicken. Is this a new dish out of nowhere? Murong Xinyu asked.

"Pss

Can the repeater eat? It was the coldest joke she'd ever heard.

"What are you laughing at? Funny? "Murong Xinyu is a little confused by the second monk. Why is it that one moment you are still irritable like thunder, but the next moment you are leaning back with a smile? No wonder some people say that a woman's heart, a needle under the sea.

"Hahahaha-cough-" Xiao coughed with a light smile.

"Look at you, you can laugh and cough." Murong Xinyu hurriedly poured a glass of water for Qingqing. "Drink a quick saliva and press it."

"Ahem—I'm fine." After taking two sips, Xiao smiled lightly for a while before relieving himself.

"So, repeater, what's the dish? Where is it sold, I told the wood to buy it. "King Qi still doesn't know what a repeater chicken is.

"Well, the repeater chicken is delicious, but you can't eat it here." Xiao lightly felt that she couldn't explain clearly to Murong Xinyu what the repeater was. That's all modern things, how can these old people understand?

"Where can I eat it? Why do you think I'm like a repeater? ”

Xiao lightly decided to ignore Murong Xinyu, and wanted her to explain to Murong Xinyu what a repeater is, well, wait. She has more important things to do.

Why didn't Qingqing pay attention to herself? Watching Qingqing pick up a brush and write and draw on rice paper, Qingqing's words are not bad, not as beautiful as a woman should have, but a little more majestic in it.

Standing beside Qingqing, he looked at the square words and fell on the paper...... Qingqing is very strange when she writes, not like everyone writes vertically, but horizontally, which is a novelty.

On the first line, there is a plan written impressively, three words.

Then look down, basically plan how to open a dyeing workshop, how to make ready-to-wear steps, although there are some symbols in the middle that he can't understand, the general meaning, he can still understand.

If at the beginning, he just thought that Qingqing people were gentle and considerate and beautiful, then now, he has seen Qingqing's good handwriting and well-organized planning book, and realized that Qingqing is not an ordinary woman, but a business wizard, he believes that as long as Qingqing is given enough opportunities and time, Qingqing will definitely be able to make some achievements.

Seeing Qingqing's serious appearance, Murong Xinyu couldn't bear to disturb her, but stood aside and looked at Qingqing without even blinking his eyes. It's nice that this woman is his wife.

……

Little Bun trotted all the way to Boya Garden.

"Open the door, Uncle Kuding open the door—" The inner courtyard of Boya Garden had already inserted the door. Xiao Baozi shouted as he knocked on the door.

"It's coming, it's coming, Xiao Gongzi." Kuding heard a knock on the door, so he hurried this way. "Xiao Gongzi, why did you come here so late? I'm not afraid of the dark road. ”

"Where's Xi'er? I'm looking for Xi'er. Xiao Baozi asked straight to the point.

"It's a coincidence that Xiao Gongzi came, my husband and Murong haven't slept yet." As he spoke, Ku Ding came to Mr. Yuwen's bedroom with a small bun.

"I've seen you, sir." To Mr. Yuwen, the little bun is respectful and polite.

"Well, you're here to find Xi'er." Mr. Yuwen spoke.

Xiao Baozi nodded hurriedly: "Yes, I'm here to find Xi'er." ”

"What about King Qi? Why didn't he come and say a few words to me? "Something happened to Yuwen Xinyu's kid before, he was really worried, he was still thinking about that kid, and after that kid came back, he didn't even look at him, and he was embarrassed to throw his son to himself.

"Sir, King Qi, he has amnesia, and he can't remember a lot of things." Xiao Baozi replied.

Amnesia! It was like a thunderbolt that hit the hearts of Mr. Yuwen and Xi'er. What kind of poison is it, it can make people lose their memory, why do you want to lose your memory at this juncture? Mr. Yuwen is worried about whether he can return to the court after King Qi is well, and whether he can keep his identity as King Qi.

Xi'er is even more sad, his father has amnesia, so does he still remember himself? The deep relationship he had established with his father with great difficulty, is it just gone?

"Is there a cure for that? When will it be cured? Mr. Yuwen asked.

"My mother can't be cured, I can only wait for myself to get better, or I won't be able to get better for the rest of my life." Xiao Baozi said truthfully. In Xiao Baozi's impression, his mother is the authority, of course, except for the valley owner's grandfather.

"Alright, you two go play, don't play too late." Mr. Yuwen needs to be quiet, could it be that he was really wrong in the first place? Shouldn't he let this child get involved in the court?

But at that time, he was also forced to do so. He is such a daughter, that incident, the emperor really chilled his heart, at the beginning, he took his daughter out of the palace, at that time, she was no longer human, looking at his daughter who was getting thinner, he hated it very much.

The appearance of Murong Xinyu's kid happened to be an opportunity, and he was vengeful, lying that the child was born by his daughter and sent it to the palace, and he didn't care about it for three years. In order to make him suffer and make him the sword against the emperor. When he saw Murong Xinyu being bullied by a group of princes and grandsons, he couldn't bear it, why did he embarrass a child so much, that child was also born to parents, although they abandoned him.

Mr. Yuwen had no children under his knees, and his daughter died early, so he poured all his efforts into King Qi alone, so that later he completely regarded King Qi as his grandson. But he always felt that this child was not close to him.

Xiao Baozi dragged Xi'er to another room, which was prepared for Xi'er, but Xi'er had never lived in this room by herself.

"Xi'er, I bought you a lot of things, you see?" Xiao Baozi said as he pulled something out of the space ring. He's bought a lot of things along the way.

Xi'er only remembered that her father had amnesia, and she was not enthusiastic about the gift of the little bun at all.

"What's the matter, Xi'er, don't you like the gift I brought you? If you don't like it, next time I take you out, I'll buy you whatever you want, okay? Xiao Baozi asked.

"Father, does he still remember me?" Xi'er finally couldn't help it.

Xiao Baozi was silent.