There is a large wide stone platform on the shore of Lingbo Lake that is connected to the smoke hall, there is no temple building around, only an endless smoke and water, and light clouds and light fog drift around. Ning Yan stood on the edge of the stone platform in a moon-white skirt and looked at the lake, her appearance was the same as before, there was no change, the breeze was blowing, and Ning Yan's hair was tied with a light cyan ribbon, floating with the breeze. Mo Yan walked step by step, stopped not far from Ning Yan and said, "I haven't seen Ning Yan girl for a long time, is the girl okay?"

Ning Yan slowly turned around, facing Mo Yan, his expression was a little dazed, and said, "Did this general come to see me last time?" Seeing Ning Yan's reaction, Mo Yan understood that it was because Ning Yan's mind was in a trance and had not completely healed, it seemed that the idea of the Cold Thunder Imperial Monarch was right, if he said something to Ning Yan at this time, let alone remember, it was not certain whether he could understand it or not. Instead, it disturbed those who were snooping in the shadows.

Mo Yan leaned over and saluted: "It's the last general, it seems that Miss Ningyan is all right." Ning Yan looked at Mo Yan and said, "The general is here, is there anything wrong?" Mo Yan saw this question, so he replied tentatively: "Why does the girl think that the last general has something to come to see?" Ning Yan did not answer immediately, but turned around and walked to the stone bench by the railing on the side of the stone platform and sat down, and said: "If there is no matter, who will come here to see a useless person?"

Then he raised his hand and pointed to a stone bench opposite him and said, "If the general has anything to say, sit down and say." Although Ning Yan was weak and sluggish, his words were obviously still as smart as before, Mo Yan was not polite, walked to the stone bench and sat down and said: "The last general is ordered by the king to guard the smoke hall, Ning Yan girl has always lived here and never goes out, if there is anything, just tell the last general to go to the palace to do it." ”

Mo Yan said this half-officially and half-tentatively to ask Ning Yan if he had anything on his mind, Ning Yan looked at the lake and thought for a while, and said: "Since this is the case, the general will go to a place for me, anyway, I am going to leave here, it is difficult to return, and the general has taken care of my mind." Mo Yan's heart moved, and said, "The girl can do everything she can." Ning Yan looked at Mo Yan and said: "I can't sleep lately, I have a lot of dreams at night, I can always dream of a towering tree, the branches and leaves are luxuriant, full of lilac flowers, does the general know where there is such a tree in this palace?" Hearing this, Mo Yan was shocked in his heart, and almost stopped breathing, Zixiang Tree, that Zixiang tree, Ning Yan actually remembered the Zixiang tree that grew at the junction of Bamboo Fenghai and Wuxutai, which was the place where Ning Yan and General Longting met for the first time.

What Ning Yan remembers in his memory is not the place of the last battle, but the place where he met the general for the first time. Mo Yan calmed down, looked at Ning Yan and said, "Does Ning Yan have any special memories of that tree?" Ning Yan slowly shook her head and said, "No, I've just dreamed a few times recently, so I've been there." If it's in the palace, I don't know if the general can go to worship on my behalf, although I don't know what the origin of this flower tree is with me, but it will always have something to do with me, now I don't remember anything, and I have to leave here, forget the past, life and death are unpredictable, the only thing I can remember is this tree. If the general can worship it on my behalf, and forget this matter, I will die without regrets. ”

Mo Yan saw the words in his mouth, and every word was like ashes, and he had no thoughts of life. Suddenly, a wave of sadness and sadness surged up from his heart, and he was impulsive, so he wanted to tell Ning Yan the truth about the matter, but fortunately, he had to take the lead of the Han Ting Imperial Monarch, suppressed this idea several times, thought about it, and said: "I know that this tree is just outside the palace, Miss Ning Yan can rest assured, everything will be taken care of." Ning Yan smiled slightly, nodded, and said, "There is General Lao." ”

Mo Yan continued: "Girl, then please listen to the last general's words. Ning Yan looked at Mo Yan, and Mo Yan said: "Girl, since you are still in great trouble, you can see that God will keep you, then there must be something important waiting for the girl, but the girl has always been dedicated to goodness, and she must not think about herself, as long as she remembers to obey the girl's own intentions, maybe God will be pitiful, and the girl will get what she wants in the future." Ning Yan smiled coldly and said, "I don't care about any thoughts, any good thoughts." Thank you to the general for granting my wish, I'm also tired at this time, so I won't keep the general. With that, he stood up. Mo Yan also stood up and saluted goodbye. Ning Yan slowly walked towards the loop. Didn't say a word more.

Mo Yan saw Ning Yan this time, his heart was not so sad, but he was a little more sure, Ning Yan seemed to have recovered a lot more than the last time he saw it, and he actually remembered the place where he first met General Longting, it can be seen that Lingbo Lake is really full of aura. Perhaps it was precisely because of this that Ling Zhen Yujun was in a hurry to bring Ning Yan back to Cangyunya. Now I am afraid that Ling Zhen Yujun will immediately accept Ning Yan into the palace as the imperial concubine when he returns to Cangyunya, what if this is the case? Mo Yan pondered in his heart while walking out of the smoke hall. As soon as he walked out of the gate of the Smoke Palace, he saw Ling Zhen Yujun standing in front of the door, looking at Mo Yan fixedly, his eyes were cold.

Mo Yan's mind was wandering, knowing that Ling Zhen Yujun had profound mystic power, and the words he had just said to Ning Yan must have been heard by Ling Zhen Yujun. Sure enough, I saw Ling Zhen Yujun speak: "Please come with me, general." Mo Yan was not ambiguous, and when he stepped forward, Ling Zhen Yujun suddenly raised his hand and grabbed Mo Yan's wrist, and in a burst of smoke and confusion, he had already come to an island.

The coast of the sea, the island of strange stones and falling clouds, is the seaside realm outside the Zhaoque Palace.

Ling Zhen stood by the sea, and Mo Yan stood on a big stone not far away. Wave after wave of waves roll over, the sea and sky are connected in the distance, the blue waves and the blue sky, the sea and the sky are the same color.

Ling Zhen Yujun turned his back to Mo Yan and said lightly: "She has forgotten everything, everything in the past no longer has anything to do with her, please don't disturb her quiet and her future anymore." After speaking, he suddenly turned around and looked at Mo Yan, what appeared in Ling Zhen's eyes was not resentment, but a little pain.

Mo Yan looked at Ling Zhen Yujun's eyes, stepped forward, and said: "What she has passed, what she has forgotten, what she can remember in the future, what she has always wanted to put in her heart, will always be up to her, even if she forgets everything, everything about her is her own." Yujun, how long can you hide it, and how much can you cover it up?" Mo Yan said angrily, and walked up to Ling Zhen and looked at Ling Zhen angrily. Ling Zhen Yujun also looked at Mo Yan with a cold expression, and after a long time, he said a few words coldly from his lips and teeth: "He, no longer there." ”

Mo Yan sneered and said, "Even if he is gone, all his past is there." Ling Zhen Yujun was originally a person who was as brilliant and clear as a jade tree, but at this time, his face was dark, his expression was cold, and he said word by word: "Mo Yan, don't force me." Mo Yan was not afraid at all, and said: "The royal monarch is above ten thousand people under one person, no one can persecute the imperial monarch, and the only one who can persecute the imperial monarch is the imperial monarch himself." ”