In the main hall

Sikong Huang opened the way: "Are you my former subordinate?"

"Master, have you really forgotten everything?"

Li Feng asked while carefully observing the person in front of him. As he finished speaking, Sikong Huang's cold and strange gaze swept over, which made her tremble in fear.

“Say everything from beginning to end.”

“Yes, Master…”

Li Feng lowered his head and responded, but his eyes flashed.

"You were born in the General Mansion of Chenguozhenguo. Your mother was Gu Bingqing, the daughter of the Gu family, and your father was General Sikong Shengjia. You have a brother named Sikong Song. Later, the General Mansion changed, and the Gu family also began the election of the head of the family. You became the head of the Gu family..."

Li Feng slowly told the story, except to completely erase Sikong Xiao from Sikong Huang's life, he had nothing to hide.

As Li Feng told him, Sikong Huang no longer felt so anxious about the blank in his mind.

It was noon in the blink of an eye. Sikong Huang listened quietly, his face very calm, as if he was listening to other people's stories and had nothing to do with him.

After Li Feng finished speaking, he felt a little dry and dry. He looked at Sikong Huang carefully and felt that his narrative was seamless.

But just when this thought came to life, it was knocked back to its original form by a word from his master.

"Who did this temple live in? Where is that person now?"

"master…"

Sikong Huang glanced at Li Feng, and his eyes clearly revealed the meaning of "You'd better think clearly before you can say it."

Sure enough, even if my master lost his memory, he was still the human essence among human essences. It is really hard to change his nature!

Li Feng twitched in a slight way, and then he thought of Miss Xiaoxiao's words at that time...

… “As you wish, after Sister Huang wakes up, I will never appear in front of her again, so I hope you can help me take good care of her.”

After the master woke up, Miss Xiaoxiao did not appear. Thinking of this, Li Feng's heart suddenly sank.

Although she was not very smart, she could guess that the secret technique to bring her master back from the dead would definitely cost a very high price.

This price even made Miss Xiaoxiao erase her master's memory.

In this way... there is only one thing she can think of: life for life.

If this is true, then I really can't remind my master of Miss Xiaoxiao, otherwise this result would be too cruel for the master.

After biting her lip, Li Feng raised her head fearlessly. She knew that her master was good at exploring people's hearts, so she had no intention of lying: "Master, this palace was built by you for your fellow sisters. But she... is no longer there."

Sikong Huang's eyes froze, "Didn't you say I only have one brother? When will there be an extra sister of my compatriots?"

"Also, she's gone...what does it mean?"

Li Feng lowered his head at the right time and pretended to be very regretful, but in fact he wanted to cover up his expression and fear that Sikong Huang would see through it.

"Actually, you had a twin sister when you were born, but the lady was born weak and died soon after. After the lady passed away, the master's wife was very sad and did not allow any of us to mention it... So my subordinate just said that you only have one brother."

When Sikong Huang heard this, his eyes darkened slightly, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"…You later learned by chance that you had a sister of your compatriots. In order to commemorate this sister you had never met, you built the Yongle Palace. I hope she can be happy forever in heaven."

The hall was quiet for a long time. After Li Feng finished speaking, he lowered his head and waited. After a long time, he heard Sikong Huang's cold voice, "I understand, you go down first."

"yes."

Li Feng quietly retreated, and the hall became dark again in an instant. Sikong Huang raised his hand and touched the old wound on his collarbone, his eyes dark and unclear.

After a long silence, Sikong Huang stood up and walked towards the corridor behind the hall.

The terrain of Yongle Palace is very high, and the entire palace is fully visible.

Sikong Huang looked at the towering palace under his feet. The setting sun shone like blood on the golden palace. This dazzling and extravagant brilliance is dazzling.

A young man in a stone-green official uniform came from the other end of the corridor and waited in front of Sikong Huang. He leaned over and bowed: "Please be with your Majesty."

Sikong Huang's gaze deviated slightly, "Qiu Feiye?"

"It's the weak minister."

Qiu Feiye stood up, turned his head and looked at the brilliant palace, and asked softly: "Your Majesty, what are you looking at?"

Sikong Huang raised his hand and stroked the white jade railing in front of him, and said lightly: "It's so cold here."

The Prime Minister was stunned and before he could think about what Sikong Huang meant, the white figure had disappeared in the corridor.

I turned my head and looked at Yongle Palace at the end of the corridor. In a trance, I seemed to see the woman with a fluttering green skirt and flying ink silk. I also seemed to hear the free and easy laughter of that person, so wild and chic.

"Your Highness the Princess... This world is so great, have you gone to have a good time?"

The Prime Minister murmured to himself, and finally sighed again, turned around and left the corridor where the cold wind was pouring into it.

Sikong Xiao is the most self-centered of everyone he has ever met. She doesn't care about anything, and when she turns around, she will never take care of anyone's feelings.

He once watched Sikong Huang bid farewell to this sister on the city wall from afar. At that time, he really felt sorry for Sikong Huang.

Because he saw Sikong Huang's reluctance and yearning, he had to control himself.

Qiu Feiye doesn't know how to judge the ending now.

Sikong Xiao got the result he wanted and ruthlessly erased Sikong Huang's memory, as if it was for her good, but if Sikong Huang remembered everything one day and knew that Sikong Xiao had exchanged his life for her, the consequences... were really unpredictable.

In fact, Sikong Xiao also knew this unpredictable consequence, but she had no other choice. Between fulfilling others and fulfilling herself, she chose to fulfill herself.

If she did it again, she might not be so selfish, but she would not have the chance to do it again, she would die...

It's true, no joke.

God has made a great favor for himself to live for one more lifetime. Sikong Xiao is content. In this life, she has everything, the beauty mother, the general’s father, two brothers, and a lot of friends...

And...her most precious sister Huang.

In fact, Sikong Xiao cherishes his life very much. She never likes to joke about life, but for some reason, when she really wants to die, no one believes her.

Sikong Xiao felt very wronged. He was about to leave this beautiful world. Why was no one willing to believe what he said?

Standing in front of the fifteenth coffin shop, Sikong Xiao sighed helplessly, thought for a while and walked in.

The coffin shop has always been gloomy. Three black painted coffins are placed horizontally in the house, with wreaths of various types placed around them. Sikong Xiao looked over one after another, walked to the coffin and bent his fingers and knocked on the lid of the coffin. He shook his head and walked towards the next one...

I finally saw a good one, just it.

"Shopkeeper, how do you sell this coffin?"

The middle-aged man behind the counter glanced at the coffin that Sikong smiled, "The price of nanmu is more expensive, who will prepare it for?"
Chapter completed!