As soon as he finished speaking, the surroundings suddenly became extremely quiet, with no sound. Even the breeze that swirled against the ground approached the two of them, it also restrained its former domineering arrogance and suppressed its arrogant breath.

"It's a good thing..."

As if he was comforting to himself, Qiu Yu sighed softly. He had just thought about interrogating the Medical Immortal and could not ask any more questions at this time. His internal organs and limbs seemed to be filled with something, so he could no longer feel energetic.

Never had a moment of regret as much as it is now.

I regret that the first impression he had in the woman's heart was not gentleness or elegantness, but like Asura in hell, he used a dull knife to punish her with a stern sword. The spreading blood was covered by his regret at this moment.

Is it really impossible to find her memory again?

Qiu Yu felt a little confused and could not find it back. It was probably a good thing. However, without the memories from before, was his thrush still a complete thrush?

"Prince?"

The Immortal saw Qiu Yu's stunnedness and called out like a reminder.

"Ah? Oh, you want to go to Yulan Mountain, right? Go and come back early. You must give her good medicine. You are not afraid of spending money. Even if you lose your previous memory, I will give her a brand new and best."

Qiu Yu said in a stack of voices, and called Lao Zhang and Wanbo to take care of all the affairs of the Immortal after leaving the mansion. He then changed his smile and entered the inner room.

The first thing I saw was the thrush, leaning against the couch, looking bored, looking through the book "Southern Xinjiang Literature" from time to time, and then I looked guilty. After a while, I played with the golden hook of the tent-shaped begonia flower, and when I took a break, I saw it.

With the bamboo curtain covering it, he couldn't see the situation in the outer room clearly. However, Qiu Yu saw all the actions of the man in the inner room.

Seeing her slightly childish movements, she couldn't help but smile.

"Huayue, the Immortal is going to collect medicine for you. You will probably remember what happened before soon." Qiu Yu raised the curtain and walked in, sat down next to Huayue with a smile, and stroked Huayue's hair with a doting heart.

"Well, prince, but I'm so scared of thrush."

The thrush turned his head, and there was a bit of panic in his eyes. His eyes, which were like a mist, became increasingly bleak. It was like the thin ice-filled lake water at the intersection of late autumn and early winter. It was impossible to see the scenery at the bottom of the lake clearly, but he could only guess through the thin lines, which was unpredictable and unpredictable.

"What are you afraid of?"

Qiu Yu lowered his airs and coaxed her. Since he first met her, he had always been kind.

And because of a little guilty, I became more and more responsible.

This attitude is not like coaxing his concubine, but like coaxing a child. Maybe he really regards the thrush as a child because of her blank memory, her compassion or shame. Only by treating her as a child can he let go of the past that may be entangled between him and her and live in the present with peace of mind.

"Huanxiong is afraid. If Huamei is really the one the prince hates... Ning Ke, when Huamei has a memory, will the prince not want to Huamei?"

He spoke out with some temptation and hesitation, breaking all Qiu Yu's fantasies.

Just remembering the instructions of the Immortal, Qiu Yu took a deep breath and forced a smile, "No."

Nothing can be said? Even he can't explain it clearly.

However, Huamei's unintentional question made Qiu Yu's already troubled thoughts increasingly difficult to understand. If she was really Ning Ke... she was really Ning Ke, he had thought about this possibility, but now, every time he had a few moments with her, he would not want her to be.

Such warm and beautiful thrush is like the peach blossoms blooming in March. Every frown, smile, every move is the fresh fragrance and fragrance of peach blossoms. The gracefulness and clearness of the thrush will not be Ning Ke, who kills people like numb and has been refined into essence.

"But I'm still afraid of thrush."

The eyebrows frowned, held the fingertips of "Southern Xinjiang Wenci" and used a little force. The soft pages pinched were slightly deformed and soft. Qiu Yu glanced at him and then disappeared all the anger in his heart.

Speaking of which, it seemed that except for the bluff that was used during the torture, he would not be cruel to her at any time.

"Don't be afraid of thrushes." Qiu Yu still laughed, rubbed the hair scattered on his temples of thrushes, took the unformed "Southern Xinjiang Wenci" that was ravaged and unformed, and suddenly said, "I forgot to test you today, so don't think of using these few words to make me forget my business."

The eyebrows turned red, and then he said a very quick "huh" sound, as if he was embarrassed to see through his thoughts.

"The prince...why do you want to say it out after you know?"

The little woman's scheming was revealed by Qiu Yu's words. Her delicate appearance fell into Qiu Yu's eyes but became more and more cute. So she pretended to be vocal and flipped through the pages, "Come on, I'll test you, have you read "Xunzhi Encouragement to Learn"?"

“…read it.”

After pondering, Huamei responded with determination and gritted her teeth to look at Qiu Yu. Her expression of sadness and anger made Qiu Yu laugh more and more.

"Okay, then I'll take the easiest test for you first."

Qiu Yu read aloud, "Xunzhi, whose courtesy name is Changsun, is a person who formulated national training in southern Xinjiang and often persuaded the world to focus on reading... In the seventh year of southern Xinjiang, what was Xunzhi's first article? Who did it?"

"The first article..."

The brows that had just spread out frowned again. After a moment, the light voice turned into a stagnant scene, and he said it with a little joy and arrogance, "The first article, "The Mother of the Kingdom" was written by the princess of the Southern Xinjiang dynasty Nalan Hanming."

"Um."

Qiu Yu nodded in praise, and then flipped around casually.

"The second article of Xunzhi Encouragement to Learn?"

"It's "Reading Song"!"

Almost in response to Qiu Yu's words, he said it together. At the end, he realized that he was too anxious and smiled embarrassedly at Qiu Yu's almost flattering smile.

"The Song of Reading was to persuade the King of Southern Xinjiang at that time. Do you know the background of his book "The Song of Reading"?"

Qiu Yu smiled proudly at this time, and his eyes shone with the sunlight shot in from the slanted thorns.

At this moment, the world is vast, but there is only one she left in my heart and eyes.

Every move contains countless beauty, it is really beautiful, just like the montage technique that is often used in time and space to make movies. Apart from a word of beauty, he can no longer think of the words next to it.

"It's probably a chaotic world..."

This question indeed failed. Huamei frowned, Fengfa's enthusiasm suddenly slashed in half, and his momentum was weaker. He asked cautiously, and he also glanced from the corner of his eyes from time to time. Seeing that Qiu Yu had no big waves, he asked cautiously.

"Well, it's a troubled time."

The two words "tumultuous times" touched a string in Qiu Yu's heart. The pages of the book were twisted between his fingers, forming a continuous shadow. The famous literati and famous stories recorded on it were also closed by him with a "bang", and all the lives that were lost in history were cut in his waist.

Qiu Yu has never been a person who can hide his thoughts. At this moment, his uncertain expression betrayed all his thoughts.

Troubled times... Troubled times...

Since he grew up, he has never heard of the words "There are peace and prosperity" and "The displaced in troubled times has really caused him great trauma.

At this moment, the civil storm in the imperial city, how good can his southern border be?

But sometimes I am tired of these days like walking on thin ice, and I want to let go of everything, like an ostrich, buried my head in the vivid fragrance of the thrush, and wanted to forget all the affairs of the court.

It's just his responsibility, and he doesn't allow him to forget it.

If you want to forget but dare not forget, it is not only hardships, but hardships.

"Huanyue, if someone presents a gift to you on your birthday, what do you want the most?" Qiu Yu asked in a daze, and then added, "If you are a rich and powerful person?"

"I... naturally I want whatever I want."

Huamei was a little confused, so she answered it with no brainstorm as Qiu Yu said.

Qiu Yu pondered slightly, and was silent in the summer sun, and Huamei became silent. After a moment, he heard Qiu Yu's happy voice, "Humei, you are right, you naturally want whatever you want."

With a slightly reversal of his heart, he talked with Huamei. Although he borrowed the reputation of the ancient events in southern Xinjiang or the ancient events in the imperial city, most of them were talking about current affairs. After such conversations, Qiu Yu was surprised to find that Huamei's talent in politics. Although some of the words were interesting words in the boudoir, they could clear up his thoughts that had been blocked in recent days.

Whether it is the political affairs of the imperial city or the political affairs of the southern Xinjiang, after she spoke it, it became more vivid and interesting. Most of them were operas, but if you follow her operas and think about them continuously, you can simply learn from each other and learn from them!

However, the happiness did not last long, and before I could be too happy, I remembered what Huamei had just asked, what if she was Ning Ke?

After solving the political affairs in southern Xinjiang that he was worried about day and night, her identity became what he wanted to solve the most, and it was urgent.

Ning Ke...thrush...

After reading carefully, there was no similarity between the two names, but Qiu Yu was still unable to let go. After calming down, he said, "Huamei, where is your home?"

"I forgot, too."

When Huamei heard "home", her shoulders suddenly shrank, and in Qiu Yu's eyes, she felt heartbroken again.

"Then where are your parents, brothers and sisters?"

Qiu Yu asked patiently and carefully.

"I..." Huamei looked at Qiu Yu carefully, pondered for a moment, and then said, "Prince, you forgot that you forced my mother to death, and a rope made her hang... You also forced my sister to be your concubine. My sister refused to obey, so I went into the mansion to assassinate you... You, you were angry and grabbed Huamei and even punished Huamei with a stern punishment."

As he said that, he rolled up his sleeves again, and his smooth arms were exposed to Qiu Yu's gaze. Because of the careful care of the Immortal, only a faint red mark was left after the knife wound.
Chapter completed!