When they went up to the attic, they saw a tall man, sitting cross-legged on the ground with his back to them, and in front of the man was a portrait of a family of four.

The man is tall and mighty, the woman is weak and boneless nested in the man's arms, and on the side of the two, on the left side stands a three-year-old girl, braided with one end, holding a silver silk soft whip in her hand, and on the right is a little boy about one year old, with long hair pulled up, tied behind her head, holding a jade flute in her hand, and her big eyes are black and bright.

The man's expression was extraordinarily focused, his big rough hands stretched out, and his fingers gently rubbed the little boy's face, nose and mouth.......

Lin Jing saw the man's familiar back at first glance, his eyes suddenly turned red, and he pounced.

"Daddy, Daddy—" The woman's voice carried hope, with years of longing.

Lin Tianyi looked at the woman who fell into his arms blankly, and after a while, he asked in a hoarse voice, "Are you Jing'er?"

In her memory, Jing'er was still very young, with braided hair and two deep dimples at the corners of her mouth when she laughed, but this woman looked twenty-four or five years old, and her eyes were red, like a little rabbit.

"Daddy, I'm Jing'er, your Jing'er!" Lin Jing knelt beside Lin Tianyi, holding Lin Tianyi's arm, her face full of hope.

Lin Tianyi stretched out his hand, broke Lin Jing's hand vigorously, and moved towards the wall behind him, his mind was a little messy at the moment, some memories rushed in, he felt that his head was about to explode, lying on the painting on the wall, pasting his face on the painting on the wall, and closing his eyes.

Lin Jing saw Lin Tianyi, who was now rejecting her approach, and suddenly thought of something, got up from the ground, grabbed Ling Aotian who was standing aside, and asked eagerly: "Uncle, my father ——? him?"

Ling Aotian nodded: "Your father has been in a coma for four years, and he lost all his memories when he woke up, and he has been working hard to recover his memories these days, so he didn't dare to tell you!"

Lin Jing was stunned, it turned out that her father was in a coma, and she blamed King Xiao and Lord by mistake.

Turning his head, Lin Jing knelt down and cried, "Lord, little uncle, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

Lin Jing hung her head, crying pear blossoms with rain, in the past few years, she suspected that her father was fake, and questioned the Lord and King Xiao again and again, all of them were perfunctory, and now, I really want to be revealed, she knows that everything they do is for her good, they only hope that the original mistake can be made up, if it weren't for Lin Tianyi to give them a few dragon pills that the Demon Domain Forest Li obtained, Lin Tianyi would not be unconscious, and she would not let her mother hurt her eyes.

The puppet Lin Tianyi has the appearance of Lin Tianyi, but he has no inner life, let alone cares about his relatives, he just lives like a puppet, so it is normal for Lin Jing to question, not to mention that Ling Rong is not a fool, seeing Lin Tianyi who looks like a puppet is even more sad and sad, and he tried his best to use the pill to wake up Lin Tianyi, but Lin Tianyi suddenly disappeared one day, and he didn't even leave any information, just like air, it was gone.

Lin Jing only understood at this moment, it turned out that all this was the idea of King Xiao, they couldn't guarantee when Lin Tianyi would wake up, so they used this method to deceive them for four years, and now, if Lin Tianyi really woke up, that puppet Lin Tianyi disappeared automatically, this kind of spell, except for Ling Aotian, no one else will.

Ling Aotian sighed, looked at Lin Jing, who was crying sadly in front of him, and couldn't help but say, "Jing'er, get up, it's cold on the ground, be careful of the child in your belly!"

Murong Kuilang stepped forward, carefully helped Lin Jing who was kneeling on the ground to his feet, and gently comforted Lin Jing: "Lady be careful, Daddy is fine now, you can rest assured, there are teachers and uncles, I believe that Daddy will be able to recover his memory soon!"

Lin Jing bit her lip and said nothing, looking at Lin Tianyi who was still sticking her face to the wall with tears in her eyes, she couldn't help but feel sour in her heart, and finally, she lay on Murong Kuilang's shoulder and wept silently.

Murong Feihu looked at his masterpiece, the corners of his lips hooked, he didn't expect that this idea really worked, the little fox's treatment method was really extraordinary, and he had more appreciation for the little fox in his heart.

Thinking that Nangong Lingxiao and Shangguan Linghu were spending candles in the cave room at this moment, their hearts were sour, the curvature of the corners of their lips gradually decreased, and the coldness struck, and then, they clenched their fists and turned around and left silently.

The lonely and lonely back appeared on the high city wall.

“...... I am a fox waiting for a thousand years, a thousand years of waiting, a thousand years of loneliness; in the rolling red dust, who planted the Gu of love; in the vast sea of people, who drank the poison of love; when I love you, you are as poor as a cold window to study hard, when I leave you, you are the gold list of the inscription of the cave room candle; can you dance for you again, I am the white fox you released thousands of years ago; you see the clothes fluttering, the clothes are fluttering, the sea vows and mountains have turned into nothingness......

This song, once on the White Fox Cliff, was Shangguan Linghu's favorite song, and over time, Murong Feihu would be able to sing, play, and dance.

On the city wall where the red lantern was hung, Murong Feihu, dressed in white, held a jade flute and played the song "White Fox".

In the wedding room, Nangong Lingxiao was lifting the red hijab of Shangguan Linghu.

Under the red hijab, Shangguan Linghu pinched the handkerchief in his hand a little nervously.

Married, very nervous, nervous for no reason, although I know my past life and this life, but I still don't feel real, because there is no memory, only other people's accounts and original diary records, so, she feels very unreal, like a dream, at this moment, looking at Nangong Lingxiao in front of her, red clothes, she is inexplicably nervous, afraid that her face is not the real herself, afraid that it is a dream, the dream woke up, there is nothing.

Nangong Lingxiao looked at the bride holding the handkerchief in her little hand, hooked the corners of her lips, stretched out her hand, and lifted off the bride's red hijab.

Shangguan Linghu's long eyelashes trembled, slowly opened, and raised his head.

At first glance, I was fascinated.

Nangong Lingxiao bent down, and her lips accurately blocked the bride's red lips, puffing the bride's panic and nervousness between her lips and teeth.

Lips and tongues intersect, and the temperature in the room climbs—

Bang bang bang –

The door of the wedding room was slammed on, and the eager shouts of Xiaobai and several people were heard.

"King Xiao, urgent report, the emperor is seriously injured and unconscious, and the lives of the officers and soldiers and people in the capital are in danger!" Outside the door, a soldier wearing armor and wrapped tightly knelt outside the marriage room, his body was covered with blood, and there was an arrow stuck in his heart, and the blood was gurgling, but he gritted his teeth and endured it, holding a palm-sized yellow holy decree in his hand, which was wrapped in transparent oiled paper, with his blood stains sticking to it, but the holy decree inside was intact.

Xiaobai stretched out his hand, shook the outer layer of oiled paper, and took the holy decree in his hand.

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