Feng Runsheng lost his memory.

He loses his memory of Sanning.

I almost forgot about the fact that I almost became a eunuch because of Sang Ning.

Feng Qiuhua was mixed with joy, happy that he had finally forgotten about Sang Ning's troubled water, worried about why his memory was gone? Was it the high fever that burned out yesterday? Is it such a coincidence? Will the memories come back?

She was not at ease, so she sent someone to invite the Wind Sparrow to take a look.

When Feng Qiyi came, Feng Runsheng was sorting out his clothes, saying that he was going to Changzhao Temple.

Feng Qiuhua stood next to him and helped him sort out his collar, and when he heard what he said, he was startled, thinking that he had recovered his memory, and he was very nervous: "Changzhao, Changzhao Temple?" How to get there? ”

Feng Runsheng looked at his sister and smiled brightly: "I still wish." Sister, did you forget, before we left Yandu, didn't we swear that one day when we came back with glory, we would go to Changzhao Temple to repay our vows in three steps? ”

Feng Qiuhua naturally remembered this vow, but she had already gone to repay the vow.

Now he's going to make a vow?

She persuaded softly: "That's not in a hurry. You have just subsided your fever, your body is still very weak, you should nourish your body more, the Buddha is compassionate, and you will not blame it. ”

Speaking of this, Yu Guang looked at the Feng Qi Yi standing at the door, and hurriedly invited someone in: "Feng Guoshi, you came by coincidence, let's help him diagnose his pulse." ”

Feng Qiyi stood at the door, observing Feng Runsheng's micro-expression, wondering if he really had amnesia.

After all, his medicine has not yet been tested by someone, and he doesn't know the specific effect.

"Brother Feng!"

Feng Runsheng saw Feng Qiyi, he didn't have the displeasure of his rival at all, his eyes were full of surprise, and his tone was brisk: "Brother Feng, let's go to Changzhao Temple together." The wish made at Choshoji Temple has come true. ”

He has the gesture of sharing good things between good brothers.

Feng Qiyi listened, did not refuse, nodded and smiled: "Okay." ”

Feng Qiuhua deliberately blocked: "Feng Guoshi, this, isn't this okay?" ”

I heard that the spiritual seat of Sang Ning is enshrined in Changzhao Temple, if it is seen by my younger brother?

Feng Qiyi wanted Feng Runsheng to see Sang Ning's spiritual position, so that it would be convenient for him to observe, so he said, "It's okay." With me with you, it's fine. ”

Feng Qiuhua didn't know his character, and felt that he was as reliable as the brother next door, so he nodded: "Okay then." Be careful along the way. ”

She sent them out of the house.

The carriage outside the house is ready.

Feng Qiyi and Feng Runsheng took a carriage to Changzhao Temple.

The man who drove the carriage was unrestrained.

The speed is not fast, and the ride is smooth.

Feng Runsheng was not in a hurry, and was still in the mood to open the carriage curtain and enjoy the scenery outside: "This respect is as lively as ever." Brother Feng, you have lived in Mobei for a long time, are you still used to living here? ”

Feng Qiyi smiled perfunctorily: "It's okay." ”

Feng Runsheng also smiled: "It's okay." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw an old man passing by carrying a sugar gourd, and hurriedly said, "Stop." The wind is raging, stop. ”

The wind hurriedly reined in the horse's reins and stopped the carriage.

Feng Runsheng jumped out of the carriage, chased after the old man, and bought three strings of sugar gourds.

It's like the body's instinctive memory, when you see a sugar gourd, you want to buy it, but after you buy it, you bite into one and it doesn't feel delicious, and it's very strange: how can I buy this thing?

With this confusion in mind, he got back into the carriage, and then looked at the three strings of sugar gourds in his hand in a daze.

Feng Qiyi saw his stunned expression, and knew in his heart: he may have forgotten Sang Ning, but his brain still remembered the instructions to buy sugar gourds.

It's so affectionate!

The affectionate Feng Runsheng saw that Feng Qiyi was also staring at the sugar gourd in his hand, and scratched his head a little embarrassedly and smiled: "I suddenly wanted to buy it." I don't know why. Brother Feng, do you want to eat? ”

He thought that Feng Qiyi stared at the sugar gourd in his hand because he wanted to eat it, and generously divided a string with him.

Feng Qiyi didn't answer, shook his head and said, "No." Eat it yourself. ”

Feng Runsheng saw that he didn't eat it, so he took it back, and after eating one bunch himself, he grinned so sourly, and there were two skewers left, he looked at it for a while, and said with a smile: "Give it to the princess." I remember that the princess liked to eat sugar gourds. ”

Maybe he was the sugar gourd he bought for the princess?

Just how did you think of her?

Obviously, they are like brothers and sisters, and they are very close!

When Feng Qiyi saw him mention the princess, she was inspired and smiled, "Yes." The princess loves to eat. You bought it for her. ”

He deliberately misled Feng Runsheng's feelings for the princess, and joked: "Sure enough, they are a pair of lovers." ”

Feng Runsheng blushed at his teasing, but he didn't refute his words.

He knew that the princess was nice, beautiful, dexterous, and gentle, and should be the ideal wife for all men.

But does this man include him?

Is the princess his ideal wife?

A voice in my head said: No! That's not the case with the people you like!

But what is the person he likes?

A vague figure flashed in his mind.

He tried his best to catch it, but he couldn't, and in the end, his mind went blank and nothing was left.

Feng Qiyi didn't know this, and was thinking about whether Feng Qiuhua had sent someone to the palace to inform the princess? Not only the princess, but also the people around Feng Runsheng?

Feng Qiuhua is meticulous, so he should be able to take care of these, right?

He knew that she didn't want Feng Runsheng to think of Sang Ning more than him.

The carriage continued to move.

It took nearly an hour to arrive at Changzhao Temple.

Feng Runsheng got out of the carriage, folded his hands, looked pious, and went up the steps in three steps, not only took a long time, he was so tired that he was covered in sweat, and he also knelt so that his knees were dripping with blood.

But he didn't cry out bitterly, he always folded his hands and looked pious.

Feng Qiyi watched from the side, glad that he made a wish, not a wish, if he made a wish to be with Sang Ning, the Buddha would be soft-hearted when he saw it, right?

He couldn't stand it anymore, one step ahead of him, and went to the main hall of Changzhao Temple, called Pudu Temple, which enshrined the statue of the Buddha, up to three meters, the whole body was golden, magnificent and gorgeous, and the end was the Buddha's shining light.

Sang Ning's spiritual seat is next to the golden statue of the Buddha.

There are a few sticks of Buddha incense burning in front of the spiritual seat.

The incense of the Buddha curls through, almost covering the handwriting on the spiritual seat.

Helan Yin's beloved wife Sang Ning, these words are really dazzling!

"Little benefactor, Amitabha, good, good—"

The host's voice came to my ears.

When Feng Qiyi heard the sound, she saw Feng Runsheng worshipping the Buddha statue and donated a pile of incense money.

He didn't go over, just looked at Sang Ning's spiritual position, waiting for Feng Runsheng to come over.

If Feng Runsheng saw Sang Ning, would he think of her?

He's really looking forward to it.

Expectant and apprehensive.

The hands in his sleeves clenched unconsciously.

After Feng Runsheng finished worshipping the Buddha, as Feng Qiyi thought, he walked towards him, his eyes were simple and curious: "Brother Feng, what are you looking at?" ”

Feng Qiyi didn't answer, but just looked at the spirit position intently.

Feng Runsheng followed his gaze and also saw the spiritual position, and when the word "Sang Ning" on the spiritual position fell into his eyes, his tears suddenly flowed out.

"Sanning...... Sanning? ”

He muttered the name, his eyes red.

"You're crying."

Feng Qiyi looked at his wet eyes and said in her heart: Did he remember? Remembered so simply? Is his affection for her so indelible?