Your Majesty doesn't know

The sky was dark and twilight was coming.

He Zichen and Sheng Ling wandered around the Canghong Palace for a long time, but they didn't find anything unusual.The killing array was set up outside the Canghong Palace, and there were people patrolling everywhere, but no disaster happened anywhere in the palace until dark.

But all of this, compared to the demonic energy that was still on the phoenix tree branches, and the dozens of palace people who didn't know about the personnel of the Hidden Rainbow Palace, it was so peaceful that it made people feel strange.

The atmosphere sank together with the twilight, and people were panicked, but there was nothing to say.

"Everyone should leave," Sheng Ling dismissed everyone with a calm expression, without seeming worried, "There is no problem with the Canghong Palace for the time being, let's take turns to inspect elsewhere."

"It's been so long, it doesn't seem to be a big deal, let's go too!" He Zichen's tone was relaxed, and he was still in the mood to joke, "I guess, maybe those flowers and trees have some kind of disease, the wind blows the pollen on the people, and the people are killed along the way." Dazed."

Everyone: "..."

His majesty's idea is really strange, it is not that simple for anyone to see, but seeing the Holy Master nodding his head slightly, with a deeply appreciative expression, they had no choice but to believe it hesitantly.

After everyone in Zhaixing Building dispersed, He Zichen grabbed Sheng Ling's sleeve, leaned on him like a boneless body, and said lazily, "Hey, Sheng Ling, since you're here, come and walk with me."

"okay."

Sheng Ling held his slightly trembling hand back, and nodded as if nothing had happened.

The two stuck together in an inseparable posture, they left slowly, turned around a palace wall, and stopped at the same time.

"Sheng Ling," He Zichen moved away from Sheng Ling and leaned against the palace wall with a pale face, he said tremblingly, "Sheng Ling, have you..."

"Yes." Sheng Ling replied quickly.

He Zichen stared at him nervously.

"In the mirror of Zangxing Pavilion, a shadow flashed past. It felt... not human." Sheng Ling said, with some doubts in his eyes, "However, it doesn't seem to have any malicious intentions."

"Is that so..." He Zichen murmured softly.

Seeing that Shengling looked worried, he gave a wry smile helplessly, and he didn't understand, He Zichen, He Zichen, why are you so lost?

"I didn't see any shadow." He Zichen's eyes were a little blank, as if he had lost half of his soul, "I just feel...a very familiar feeling, as if..."

What does it look like?He Zichen couldn't tell.

This feeling came inexplicably, but it was so strong that no matter how he gagged or pretended to be calm, he couldn't ignore it.

His heart was pounding wildly, but his hands and feet felt cold. It felt like he was drowning. He was flustered, so uncomfortable that he could hardly breathe. He wanted to struggle desperately, but he was completely powerless.

what is itWhat was it that made him feel this way? !He Zichen's complexion was pale, but his eyes were so bright that it was scary, no matter what monsters and monsters it is, he will dig three feet to find it out!

He Zichen took out two talisman papers from his pocket, patted one on Sheng Ling's forehead, and stuck the other on his body, and the two disappeared instantly.

The mournful cry of a lone bird came from a distance, and the flames of the sunset gradually extinguished, making the sky darker.

The two people who had concealed their bodies walked back silently, heading towards the Hidden Rainbow Palace.

The poinciana flowers withered, and the last wisps of demonic energy that was about to dissipate seemed like ghosts of the dead phoenix flower; He Zichen and Sheng Ling stood under the poinciana tree holding their breath, like two silent statues, staring and listening motionlessly.

Pieces of jacarandas are swaying in the evening wind, and under the dim sky, they are faintly blue, like a piece of will-o'-the-wisp.Under the cover of this "ghost fire", Changhongju also looks like a sprawling ghost castle.

He Zichen didn't feel scary at all.

Those nostalgia, sadness, guilt, and remorse are silently roaring in the bottom of my heart, and all the emotions finally gather together and turn into the most intimate name that is contained in the throat, is about to be shouted, and is finally lost.

However, like a layer of annoying fog, he couldn't see clearly or touch it.

The night was getting darker, the pale moon in the sky was getting higher and brighter, the two stood silently, neither of them spoke.

There was a slight rustling sound, and He Zichen's heart suddenly raised, his ears moved subconsciously, and he focused on finding the source of the sound.

A certain door of Changhongju opened with a creak, and a black shadow flashed out. It seemed that it wanted to leave quickly, but it hesitated for a moment.

It walked a few steps in the direction of Zangxing Tower, stopped halfway, and looked at Zangxing Pavilion from a distance. It was surrounded by a faint black devilish energy, like a terrible nightmare at night .

But its lonely posture in the empty courtyard makes people feel sad.

A crow called from nowhere, and it subconsciously turned its head, its face hidden in the shadow suddenly exposed under the bright moonlight.

It was a young young man's face, with an ordinary appearance, and his facial features might be a bit handsome, but the pale complexion made the handsomeness a little bit less, and it was a bit scary.

It was this face that made the two standing under the poinciana tree feel as if they were struck by lightning, and felt a flash of lightning hit their heads and faces, making their hands and feet stiff and unable to resist.

It, no, it's him!It turned out to be him...how could it be him? !

Sheng Ling opened his eyes wide, fixedly staring at that face he had never been unfamiliar with, feeling chills all over his body, and his heart skipped several beats.

After staying there for quite a while, Sheng Ling suddenly remembered something, and suddenly turned to look at He Zichen, only to see that he was trembling uncontrollably, his face was a little pale under the moonlight, his eyes were staring blankly at the shadow, The stars twinkle at a few o'clock.

If the figure felt something, he turned his face to look at them. That face overlapped with the memory, and countless sporadic fragments of memories poured in from the depths of the night.

He Zichen didn't have time to absorb so many fragmentary memories, those tumultuous emotions were desperately looking for an outlet, his whole body trembled violently, and he could only keep himself from losing his composure by gritting his teeth.

It was a little far away, and that face was not clearly visible in the night, but even with his eyes closed, He Zichen knew the appearance, expression and eyes of that person.

"Zi... Yang..."

He loosened his teeth a little bit, and tremblingly called out that name, his voice was so broken that the night wind blew it away.

The "person" seemed to have heard his voice, but didn't seem to hear it. He moved a step to this side, and stopped again.

He Zichen pulled off the invisibility talisman, took a few steps forward unconsciously, and unconsciously called out over and over again: "Ziyang, Ziyang..."

The "person" raised his head, it seemed to see He Zichen, and his movements froze imperceptibly, and he didn't have time to avoid his eyes for a moment.

Across the dark night and the long time, the two pairs of eyes met in an instant.

He Zichen looked at it, feeling extremely sad in his heart, but he didn't know why he was so sad, just like he didn't know who it was in front of him, but it made him want to step forward so much, and hug him he.

Sheng Ling was not much better at this time, he made up his mind and walked up to He Zichen, hugging his almost unsteady body, then took off the invisibility talisman, and looked at the "person", with the extremely deep hidden in his eyes. Nostalgic, he called very softly: "Ziyang, you are back."

The "person" glanced at him, but there was no response. It turned around silently, and walked a few steps towards the gate. He Zichen pushed Sheng Ling away, and hurriedly chased after him, "Ziyang!"

When he was about to catch up, the "person" jumped up and turned into a silhouette in the moonlight.

He Zichen's heart shrank suddenly, tears burst into tears instantly, and he shouted hoarsely: "Brother——"

His voice is sad and full of nostalgia, full of all the surging emotions.

The figure that jumped onto the roof froze slightly when he heard the shout, but he still resisted not turning around, and disappeared into the night in a flash.

The night wind blows from a distant place, and the moonlight shrouds the Tibetan Rainbow Palace.

He Zichen stood helplessly on the spot, his face was full of tears, staring blankly at the place where the shadow disappeared, and shouted in a low voice and pain: "Brother, brother... don't go..."

"Zichen!" Sheng Ling rushed over, hugged him, and said in a cold voice with obvious eagerness, "Zichen, how are you?"

All the memories came rushing in, churning in his mind, He Zichen's head was stabbing intermittently, the memory was broken and messy, he was eager to sort it out, but he couldn't sort it out for a while, he was so anxious that his brain seemed to burst.

At this moment, he couldn't hear anything, couldn't see anything, he just stretched out his hand in vain to try to catch that figure.

"Go find him... find him, hurry up!" He Zichen opened his eyes blankly, put his head in his hands, and whispered completely unconsciously, "Don't let him go, stop him, stop him!"

"Okay, I'll go to him, don't worry, don't worry."

Sheng Ling hugged him tightly, patted his back lightly like coaxing a child, his eyes were full of distress.

Sheng Ling put his hand on the back of He Zichen's head, the pure and gentle spiritual power soothed the noisy memories in his mind, the pain gradually eased, He Zichen slowly stopped, his eyes drooped tiredly, and he fell on Sheng Ling, finally Passed out.

All the turbulent memory fragments calmed down, merged little by little, and flowed into my mind like a stream, all the blanks were filled, and the missing parts of the memory finally returned to their place.

He remembered.

From the beginning to the end, I remembered it completely.

Why was there a large blank in his memory earlier?

Because, from childhood to adulthood, almost all memories have that person's participation, from the babbling baby to the young man in fresh clothes and angry horse, they have witnessed all the laughter and tears of each other.

He subconsciously forgot about that person, so so many important memories were also lost.

"Chenchen, are you in pain? Woohoo, Chenchen, you must wake up. As long as you are fine, my brother will listen to you in everything from now on. Wake up quickly, okay?"

"Okay, Ziyang...don't cry anymore, hey, don't cry, listen to me for everything you said!"

He Zichen closed his eyes, tears were still flowing one after another, but the corners of his mouth rose unconsciously in a drowsy, sad and joyful arc.

He Ziyang, you are back.

very nice.