Ink has become a book

No matter how much you like her, she won't remember you even if she's crazy. ——Nan Yunzi

Mo Wuyan, who was in a daze, opened his mouth unconsciously at Luo Tsingyi's gesture. Luo Tsingyi took a bowl of porridge in his left hand, and lightly scooped up a spoonful of porridge in his right hand, blew gently, and fed her spoonful by spoonful.

One was fed in a trance, and the other was fed casually. In this weird atmosphere, Luo Tsingyi remembered what the dark guard said—whether the master's innocence is still there, and the subordinates don't...

Luo Tsingyi lowered her eyes, tightly grasped the spoon with her pale fingers, remembering what Hen Yue said when she woke up that day.

"Qingyi, Wu Yan likes you, and you like her too. Wu Yan is my daughter, so you are also my daughter. There are some things I have to tell you, and you are entitled to know. I know you must be very angry when you wake up, because back then The same is true for me, Wu Yan's temperament is like her mother's, people love and hate, they stubbornly think that they can obtain happiness in their own way, huh..."

Hen Yue suddenly stopped and sneered, still holding the sword she had never left in her hand, she seemed to be red-eyed: "Wu Yan, it's the same as her empress, they all thought they would fight with their lives, No, they planned from the very beginning that they would not die, but they just ensured that they would not die. They never understood how we, standing behind them, would feel distressed and hurt when we met them who were crazy. despair."

Hen Yue's tone was tinged with sarcasm, but it revealed to Luo Qingyi the buried past.

"That year, the year when the wordless empress made a bet with her life, Nan Yunzi found me." Hen Yue's gaze became dark, and Luo Tsing Yi felt that the air around her was about to freeze, Hen Yue still used a low voice The tone of voice narrated the past, and Luo Qingyi had the illusion that Hen Yue didn't want to tell her, but wanted to tell it to herself.

"Nan Yunzi said that she likes her."

Is this her Mo Wuyan's queen mother?Luo Qingyi clenched the hand in the sleeve, but Hen Yue smiled, and then stood still for a while, then turned and left, Luo Qingyi clearly saw her hand holding the sword shaking.

Luo Qingyi held the spoon in a daze, Mo Wuyan was taken away by Nan Yunzi, how could he be so embarrassed, Nan Yunzi likes her mother, she looks like her mother...

Click.

The spoon is broken.

Luo Tsing Yi's string called reason also snapped.She controlled herself not to think about it, but her rationality seemed to be drowned in anger, a pair of cold hands held her hot hands, Luo Tsing Yi turned her head in surprise.

Mo Wuyan sat quietly on the seat, she obviously didn't speak, but Luo Tsingyi clearly felt that she was the Mo Wuyan who ruled the world, that cold, arrogant and arrogant emperor.

Mo Wuyan's eyes were cold and confused, she looked at her fixedly, but there was only strangeness in those abyss-like eyes, Luo Tsingyi felt a pain in her heart for some reason.

Mo Wuyan stood up slowly and looked around the room, and finally his eyes fell on the broken spoon in Luo Qingyi's hand. Luo Qingyi followed her gaze, the spoon was broken, and the uneven edges scratched her hand. Didn't realize it, seeing the wound now, Luo Qingyi took a deep breath: "Hiss~"

Mo Wuyan, who was expected to regain his memory, did not show any distress, but looked at her and said coldly: "Why is Gu here?" Judging from her tone, she seemed to think that she was in her youth, or that lonely the prince.

Luo Qingyi's grievances for no reason, no, it's not like this, Mo Wuyan is not like this, although Mo Wuyan looks very indifferent, but he never said a harsh word to her, he always speaks softly, Mo Wuyan It's different for her than it is for others.Luo Qingyi clenched her right hand subconsciously, but took a cool breath: "Hiss~" It hurts.

Mo Wuyan frowned, her expression was a little dazed, she took a step forward subconsciously, grabbed the man's hand and licked the man's wound, feeling the warmth of the palm, Luo Qingyi opened her eyes wide, and Mo Wuyan came back to his senses Yan was startled, but he didn't stop, this inexplicable sense of familiarity... Mo Wuyan's eyes darkened a bit.Luo Qingyi was still in a daze, and she remembered some things from her childhood.

In order to train Luo Tsingyi to be the sharpest sword, Mo Wuyan let her practice swords since she was a child, but Mo Wuyan cherished her hands very much, which resulted in no calluses on her palms after practicing swords for more than ten years. She still remembered that one winter She scratched her index finger while practicing the sword, and Mo Wuyan, who happened to pass by, held her bleeding index finger without saying a word, and told her to be careful when practicing the sword until the wound stopped bleeding.Luo Qingyi thought about it, and suddenly smiled, she kind of missed Mo Wuyan back then.

"You..." Mo Wuyan's eyes suddenly went dark, and he passed out before finishing speaking.Luo Qingyi quickly supported her, and couldn't help thinking deeply, why Mo Wuyan always feels dizzy recently?Luo Qingyi smiled, at least, Mo Wuyan treated her differently from others.

The author has something to say: The number of times I get a computer in a week is not much. If possible, I will either be more paranoid or more ink-speaking QAQ a week