If it weren't for Zhuang Yimo, none of this would have happened, and the trajectory of each of their lives would not have changed dramatically. However, all this can no longer be changed.

Suddenly, a gust of wind rose, and a piece of drawing paper spilled from the air, Zhuang Mengdie looked at Xiao Yuanqing, and saw that his raised hand had just hung down, and it was he who sprinkled this pile of drawing paper that he cherished very much on weekdays and stacked neatly.

Xiao Yuanqing's face didn't seem to be right, he seemed to be enduring some pain, Zhuang Mengdie suddenly remembered that Yu Zhouwan had told her that she should never mention Xiao Yuanqing's affairs about Tianxuan Palace, and don't mention Xiao Yuanqing's name or his past affairs, because every time he mentioned it, Xiao Yuanqing would go crazy.

Zhuang Mengdie was convinced of Yu Zhouwan's words before, so she naturally obeyed her words, and never said this to Xiao Yuanqing, and she didn't want to stimulate a person who had already been lost, make him go crazy and make him miserable.

But now looking at the portrait of Zhuang Yimo sprinkled all over the ground, Zhuang Mengdie suddenly realized that although she had never mentioned it, she couldn't help but paint the portrait of Zhuang Feiyu today, which is also equivalent to mentioning Zhuang Yimo, after all, Zhuang Feiyu's noble and elegant appearance is indeed seven or eight points similar to Zhuang Yimo when he was young.

Therefore, Xiao Yuanqing is now stimulated, is he going crazy and crazy? Zhuang Mengdie looked at Xiao Yuanqing who was slowly approaching him, with a painful face, and couldn't help but feel a pain in his heart, even if she and him were not as father and daughter as others, but he was her father after all, and he was one of the few relatives in this world, although she hated him before, he lost his memory, and living this life every day was already a punishment for him, and she didn't want to arouse his pain for no reason.

"You, what's wrong with you?" Zhuang Mengdie walked up to Xiao Yuanqing's side, looked at him with a painful look on his face, and asked softly. She didn't know how to comfort this father who she couldn't fully accept in her heart, so she could only try to soothe his emotions at the moment.

"Tell me, who am I, who am I?" Xiao Yuanqing suddenly grabbed Zhuang Mengdie's shoulders and asked with a cold gaze looking directly into her eyes.

Zhuang Mengdie was startled by Xiao Yuanqing's outstanding and vigorous grabbing her shoulders, Xiao Yuanqing on weekdays gives people the feeling that they are gentle and elegant, but now he gives Zhuang Mengdie the feeling that if she can't give the answer he wants, he will kill her.

At the moment when Zhuang Mengdie was stunned, Xiao Yuanqing suddenly pushed Zhuang Mengdie away, squatted down and picked up the portraits scattered all over the ground one by one.

As he picked it up, he said to himself, "Who am I? Who are you? I can't remember anything about you? Why? Why, why ......"

Zhuang Mengdie didn't know whether to tell Xiao Yuanqing who he was at this time, as soon as she needed to solve her doubts from Xiao Yuanqing, she had to find a way to restore Xiao Yuanqing's memory first. Second, she didn't dare to rashly choose to tell Xiao Yuanqing who he was at this time, for fear that it would stimulate him, in case he really went crazy and made too much noise, attracting the attention of others, Yu Zhouwan was afraid that she would not have the opportunity to get along with Xiao Yuanqing alone.

After thinking about it, Zhuang Mengdie decided to stabilize Xiao Yuanqing's emotions first, and then slowly test it when Xiao Yuanqing was no longer so excited, and at the same time, she was also thinking about whether she should put some drugs in Uncle Qi's wine guarding outside the stone gate next time, or simply knock him out first?

Zhuang Mengdie squatted down while thinking about it, and wanted to help Xiao Yuanqing pick up the portraits scattered all over the ground, after all, if Yu Zhouwan came to see Xiao Yuanqing on a whim one day, he found that the faceless woman in Xiao Yuanqing's portrait over the years suddenly had a face, and she looked like Zhuang Feiyu, I don't know if he would guess something. 22 Literary Network

How long Yu Zhouwan has been lurking by King Yun's side Zhuang Mengdie doesn't know, but as the righteous son of King Yun, he must have seen Zhuang Feiyu, and it is even very likely that he has seen Zhuang Yimo, the empress of Zhuang.

"Don't touch her. Just when Zhuang Mengdie wanted to pick up the portrait on the ground, he was suddenly stopped by Xiao Yuanqing, and Xiao Yuanqing's cold gaze swept Zhuang Mengdie's face, which seemed to be full of hostility.

In the past ten days, Zhuang Mengdie has come to deliver food to Xiao Yuanqing every day, and when he has time, he also sits with him and chats casually, Xiao Yuanqing treats people very gently on weekdays, and after getting acquainted with Zhuang Mengdie, he even allows Zhuang Mengdie to look through his books and use his drawing paper, but now, why is he hostile to her because of these portraits?

"I just wanted to pick it up for you. Zhuang Mengdie immediately stopped and explained lightly.

"I can't remember who she really is. Seeing Zhuang Mengdie stop and explain like this, the hostility in Xiao Yuanqing's eyes disappeared, and the originally cold gaze gradually turned dim, whispering softly, with helplessness and disappointment on his face.

Who the hell is she.

Xiao Yuanqing's words are not a question, and he doesn't need Zhuang Mengdie's answer. It is not so much that he is asking Zhuang Mengdie, or asking himself, it is better to say that he is talking to himself and relieving the deep sorrow in his heart.

Silently picking up the drawing paper on the ground, Xiao Yuanqing never thought that Zhuang Mengdie would answer his words, but after a long time, Xiao Yuanqing still heard a soft sigh from Zhuang Mengdie from beside him, and then her faint voice: "It doesn't matter who she is, she is dead, you don't need to run away in the future, and no one will be able to hurt you anymore." ”

Looking at Xiao Yuanqing's already gray sideburns, although Zhuang Mengdie had never opened his mouth to call him "father", but at this moment, looking at Xiao Yuanqing's lonely, lonely, sad, and thin figure, Zhuang Mengdie's heart still made up her mind, no matter whether Xiao Yuanqing can recover her memory or not, whether she can recognize her daughter, she will protect him well and will not let him be hurt again.

"Dead, who died, who do you say died?" Xiao Yuanqing, who was originally a little depressed, suddenly stopped the movements in his hand, looked at Zhuang Mengdie anxiously and asked.

Seeing Xiao Yuanqing like this, Zhuang Mengdie gently patted the back of Xiao Yuanqing's hand and comforted: "Don't worry, Zhuang Yimo is dead, and in the future, she can no longer force you and hurt you." ”

Thinking that Zhuang Yimo still refused to let go of Xiao Yuanqing before she died, or was deceiving herself and saying that the person Xiao Yuanqing loved was her, Zhuang Mengdie couldn't help but feel sorry for Xiao Yuanqing, it was because of Zhuang Yimo's paranoia that the person she kept saying that she loved ended up like this.

Zhuang Mengdie thought that her relief could make Xiao Yuanqing feel better, but she never thought that Xiao Yuanqing was not calmed down because of her relief, but the face that was originally full of pain showed a crazy expression that made Zhuang Mengdie afraid.