Your Majesty doesn't know

Soon, people from Fuyue Palace came out in a file, just like the previous maid, they saw He Zichen at a glance, and they all looked unbelievable.However, this group of people was much calmer than the previous maid, and they quickly restrained their faces. The first two servants had a little excitement in their eyes, and quickly kowtowed: "Qingsong and Qingbai welcome Your Majesty back to the palace!"

"Welcome Your Majesty back to the palace!" A group of people behind followed suit and bowed down in unison, their voices filled with awe.

He Zichen looked at the palace man kneeling on the ground in front of him, and finally found the feeling of a big man, with emotion and inexplicable kindness.He cleared his throat, raised his hands, and said in a deep voice, "Get up!"

He Zichen found that the palace people lowered their heads after getting up, as if they were afraid to look at him, but they couldn't help raising their eyes to sneak a glance at him. The shy and timid (...) expression made him a little puzzled, and he raised his hand Touching his chin, he thought to himself: Could it be that I had a face that turned all living beings upside down?

When He Zichen was determined to take a closer look at his appearance later, a waiter whose name was Qingsong or Qingbai walked forward and bowed to Ashe and the others, "Thank you all the immortals for sending Your Majesty back to the palace! I don't know." All immortals, please..."

"No, I'm just waiting under the orders of the Master of the State Teacher." Asher's attitude was neither humble nor overbearing. He glanced at the fainting maid over there, frowned, and said, "Then, what's going on? Didn't I greet you a long time ago?" ?”

The servant lowered his eyebrows and said pleasingly: "The fairy redeems her sins, that maid is young and has little knowledge, so this servant will transfer her to another place."

"Well, the Master of the National Teacher can't get away at the moment, you have to take good care of your Majesty, and you must remember what the Master of the National Teacher explained before." Asher nodded, and said, "If there is anything...go to pick it up in time. The Star Tower reports to the Master of the State Teacher."

This made He Zichen feel a little weird, and he couldn't get away from "Master National Teacher", even if the national teacher was his friend, he didn't have to care about it so carefully, as if there was some ulterior relationship.Also, this Asher seems to be a member of the national teacher, why should he point fingers at his people?

Thinking of this, He Zichen signaled the servant not to speak, turned to Asher and said, "I don't need to bother you about this, and now that your task is completed, then go back to your respective homes and find your mothers. Let's go." , do not send!"

"..." Asher's facial muscles twisted imperceptibly for a moment, but he still put one hand on his chest and gave him a salute, saying, "I'll take my leave, Your Majesty, take care."

The people in Zhaixing Tower carried their sedan chairs and floated away on the wind, which is really a bit of a fairy.Seeing them go away, He Zichen turned around and waved his hands, "Let's go, find my mother!"

He was just saying this casually, but he didn't expect the reaction from the others to be very strong. They persuaded one by one: "Your Majesty, it is not convenient for you to see the queen mother at the moment, please recover your memory and then meet with the queen mother, so that the queen mother will not see you It’s a sad state right now.”

He Zichen: "..." Why do you all know that I have amnesia?

He Zichen said: "Okay, just follow what you said."

He didn't expect that he really had a mother, perhaps because of the nature that blood is thicker than water, which made him a little moved, a little looking forward to it, and a little timid at the same time.

Although he didn't think there was anything wrong with his condition, it could obviously be better, so let's go see his mother when he is in better condition, and now he should ask about himself.

After returning to his place, He Zichen felt very at ease. He turned around and sat on the main seat, propped up one leg, and was about to say something when he saw some embarrassment on the faces of the palace servants. Someone reminded him in a low voice: "Your Majesty , you... you better change your clothes first."

He Zichen was taken aback for a moment, then looked under him...

"Close your eyes! Close your eyes!"

Now that the weather is a bit hot, the coldness on his body has almost eased, and the fox fur that was tightly wrapped around his body has unconsciously opened up a little. Just now he has such a leg... Cough, it is really indecent.

The sense of shame was still there even after amnesia, and He Zichen couldn't hold back when he did something obscene in front of so many people, he followed Qingsong back to the bedroom and changed his clothes expressionlessly.

Looking at the person in the mirror, he secretly praised him, what a beautiful young man with clear features and charming looks!It turned out that he looked like this, no wonder many palace people, regardless of gender, looked away a little, presumably because they thought he was peerless, so Huang Huang didn't dare to look directly at him.

While changing He Zichen's clothes, Qingsong secretly observed his expression, and found that the majesty in front of him was the same as the one in his memory in terms of appearance and demeanor, so he was faintly relieved. When he was arranging He Zichen's collar, he looked like Touching his neck inadvertently, he was completely relieved with half a breath left.

The surface of the skin is warm, and there is a pulse beating inside, very good, very good.

After changing clothes, He Zichen looked at Qingsong and said, "Qingsong, since you all know that I have amnesia, come and tell me something about it."

"If your Majesty wants to know anything, just ask your servant." After a pause, Qingsong reminded again, "Your Majesty, you should call yourself 'Zhen'."

"I'm asking you," He Zichen felt that this self-proclaimed law had more of an air of a big man, so he happily changed his words, "How old am I? Why did I lose my memory? And why... Forget it, you answer these two questions first."

"Your Majesty is 21 years old this year, because..."

"Wait," He Zichen interrupted him, looked at himself in the mirror, frowned slightly, pointed to the mirror and asked in doubt, "Am I that old?"

The person in the mirror has sword eyebrows and star eyes, red lips and white teeth, a handsome appearance with a little youthfulness, and a childish look in his high spirits, he is clearly still a young man. Although 21 years old has nothing to do with the word "old", it has already completed the transformation from a teenager to a youth, and it shouldn't be like this.Although he has amnesia, he has some common sense.

"This..." Qingsong wiped off the sweat that didn't exist, and said cautiously, "Your Majesty is indeed 21 years old, but the body of a daughter always looks younger than ordinary people."

"Is that so?" He Zichen reluctantly accepted the explanation, and said, "Then why did I lose my memory?"

Qingsong lowered his eyes, and told the story about why he lost his memory in a calm tone like reciting scriptures.

To put it simply, not long ago He Zichen and the national teacher led all the ministers to hold a ceremony to worship the sky, but they fell down on the high platform of the sacrifice stupidly, broke their brains, and could not recover their memories for a while.Although Qingsong has said a lot and said it very carefully, the specific time, place, weather, people present, and even which unfit clothes he was wearing at the time that caused him to step on the hem of the clothes before falling off, he still did not change the matter. He, the king of a country, a person who is said to be a great person, stepped on his clothes in public and broke his brain.

He Zichen couldn't help lowering his head, staring blankly at the hem of his clothes, feeling a little unacceptable for a while.

In his subconscious mind, he should have done some earth-shattering heroic deeds, fought against evil forces, saved the common people from the fire and water, and was retaliated by accident, but fortunately, the evil was overwhelming, and he finally woke up ... something like this, in short, it is a very tragic kind.

He didn't give up and said, "Could it be... someone deliberately pushed me down, trying to seek power and usurp the throne, and replace him?" No matter how bad it was, it was planned by some sinister villain.

Qingsong's expression suddenly became difficult to describe, and he said sincerely: "Your Majesty, you think too much."

He Zichen felt that Qingsong was lying.

He went out for a walk, and asked the servants of Fuyue Palace one by one, but everyone's answer was the same, even the words and sentences, and the tone of the narration were the same as Qingsong's. They spoke so truthfully, as if they had witnessed everything with their own eyes.

He Zichen was hit hard.

The shocked He Zichen felt that he needed something to comfort himself, and waved his hand, "Come here, bring me something to eat!"

Hearing this, Qingsong told a court lady who was wearing a double bun, "Zizhu, go to the imperial dining room and bring your majesty's meals, remember the instructions of the master of the country."

"Yes." A court lady quickly responded and ran towards the imperial dining room.

Qingsong and Qingbai winked, Qingbai nodded and retreated, and after a while brought a unique and exquisitely crafted incense burner, there was no smoke, but a faint fragrance.Qingbai put the incense burner under He Zichen's nose, and respectfully said: "Your Majesty, take a few sips."

He Zichen immediately held his breath, and said in displeasure, "I'm hungry, I want to eat! Not suck!"

"Your Majesty doesn't know something," Qingbai's face remained unchanged, "all grains are common things, and His Majesty's holy body cannot be defiled, and must be purified with incense before meals... This is the basic etiquette of a king's daily life."

"Really, there is still such etiquette?" He Zichen looked at him suspiciously, seeing that Qingbai was always determined, so he believed it first, but he still said, "Let me see the relevant records later."

He Zichen approached the censer, took a deep breath, and suddenly felt refreshed, with an indescribable feeling, as if the faint fragrance had soaked through all limbs and bones, and even comforted his soul.He couldn't help taking a few more breaths, until Qingbai took the incense burner away, and then reluctantly looked away.

After a while, Zizhu, the court lady who went to the imperial dining room earlier, came back with a small food basket. He Zichen waited impatiently for her to bring out some delicacies. Flawless, soft texture, smooth and clear...porridge.

The light in He Zichen's eyes dimmed a little, and he quickly stretched his neck to look into the food basket to see what vegetables were still inside.Seeing his impatience, Zizhu secretly pursed her lips and smiled, as expected, she reached into the food basket and took out a plate of... pickled radish?

Zi Zhu covered the food box and said in a voice like a yellow warbler: "Your Majesty, please eat."

This is the royal meal?Are you kidding me?

He Zichen's resentment was too strong, and Zizhu had no choice but to bite the bullet and take the initiative to explain: "Your Majesty, you haven't eaten for a long time, and you can only eat light food for the time being. The Master of the National Teacher specially asked you to drink some rice soup for the time being. This servant has made his own decision." It was changed to white porridge, and this stack of radishes was also secretly taken by the servants in the imperial dining room." There was a faint hint of asking for credit in the words.