Your Majesty doesn't know

Sheng Ling's face sank like water, and he paused each word: "The monster of water and fire."

He Zichen didn't know what kind of monster this monster of water and fire was, but the others gasped when they heard these words.

"This..." Zizhu glanced at He Zichen subconsciously, as if recalling something terrible, with worry and horror in her eyes, she tremblingly said, "This monster, it's not dead yet?"

It seems that this monster is an old acquaintance.He Zichen was at a loss, but seeing the dignified faces of several people, he also knew that this matter was no small matter.

"Has this monster of water and fire appeared before? Have you all seen it?" He Zichen asked.

"No, I just heard about it, and only two people have seen it with their own eyes..." Sheng Ling didn't make a sound, but Ah She replied, "The monster of water and fire is called Jiuying. It has a huge body, nine heads, and can spray water and fire. , cannibal... At that time, the monster fled after being seriously injured, and has since disappeared. Everyone thought it was dead, but they didn't want to reappear in the sun-blocking forest today to make trouble."

The unsmiling young man gritted his teeth a bit in his last few words, and there was a trace of instinctive fear hidden in the hatred.It was terrible, that monster, luckily this time it just breathed out fire to drive them back, otherwise...he was still terrified, and secretly annoyed that he had become timid.

As people from Zhaixinglou, they are like immortals in the eyes of others, but they are still teenagers, and they are still vaguely afraid of the legendary beast.

"Don't be too nervous," He Zichen couldn't help but enlighten him when he saw their solemn expressions, "Didn't you subdue that monster once? Once, you can do it twice, and then let those two people deal with it. !"

He felt that what he said was reasonable, but he was not relieved by his proposal.

"Your Majesty," Zi Zhu bit her lip, stepped forward and said, "The two people who saw that monster with their own eyes back then are the Master of the State...and you."

Zi Zhu could never forget the appearance of He Zichen being carried back, his clothes were torn, his body was covered with cuts and bruises, the surface of his skin was scorched black, his hair was burnt half short, his description of embarrassment could not tell the half of the young man who was in high spirits back then!

He Zichen was in a coma for seven days, his body was extremely weak, and he had a fever again. His life was almost hanging by a thread, but his tenacious will kept him going.It's just that during those seven days, he couldn't even sleep peacefully, and kept chanting "Water, water...no! Fire!", "I'll kill you", "Sheng Ling, be careful! That monster is coming again!" !"

I have never seen my always lively young master fall into such a situation, Zizhu and the other female servants who are close to him are so distressed that they cannot help crying.

After He Zichen woke up, he seemed to be okay, and he ate several bowls of bland porridge with appetite, but when he looked in the mirror, he showed some pretended melancholy eyes. He touched his curly hair and sighed. "Zizhu, I am no longer as handsome as I used to be, my son, don't change your mind."

It was from that time that some people vaguely felt that Chen, the dude who had always been fooling around, was actually more suitable for the position of monarch than his obedient and gentle brother.

"What?" He Zichen was taken aback, and looked at Sheng Ling in surprise, "Back then, I... and the monster you hurt?"

Sheng Ling didn't answer, but it was obvious from the look on his face that he acquiesced.

He Zichen was shocked.Although he always thought that he should be a hero, he also accepted the fact that he was not. When someone told him that he was really a hero once, he couldn't believe it.

He actually used to be a hero, hehe, He Zichen thought, this is even more amazing than saying that he was a counselor.

Amnesty still looked at He Zichen expressionlessly, but her heart was a little complicated.He suddenly remembered that Shengzi and Gongzichen at that time were only teenagers, and they were younger than him now. Under such circumstances, it would be a big deal to leave a whole body for himself. Good fortune, but they came back to life, not only did not die, but also seriously injured the monster.

Although from a selfish point of view, Ah She felt that it was the Holy Son's superior ability to kill the bloody way out of narrow escapes, but he had to admit that the always smiling monarch in front of him was not an embroidered pillow.

"That's not easy! Just leave this matter to me and the National Teacher!" He Zichen said loudly.

"No!" Several people present expressed their opposition almost in unison.

He Zichen felt very shameless, and said impatiently: "What's wrong? Since we were able to solve it at the beginning, there is no reason to be afraid of that monster now!"

Qingsong quietly looked at Sheng Ling, and saw that he had no intention of speaking, knowing that the Master of the State Teacher did not want to speak in person to displease His Majesty, so he had to serve on his own master.

"Your Majesty doesn't know something," Qingsong said, "This Jiuying is an ancient beast, and its danger is far beyond comparison with ordinary monsters. Although His Majesty and the Master of the National Teacher escaped by chance, they were also seriously injured. What's more...Your Majesty, are you now I don’t remember anything, so how can I use it even if I have the means to reach the sky?”

It makes sense...

He Zichen thought for a while, and then said: "It's okay, let the master of the state teacher talk to me, and then practice a few more times."

"No." This time it was Ah She who said, "Master Guoshi is seriously injured and has not yet recovered, so I can't take any more risks—Holy Master, please let Ashe and I lead people to deal with it."

He Zichen hurriedly asked, "What happened to Sheng Ling?"

Sheng Ling said, "No problem."

"..." Amnesty was silent for a while, and then said sullenly, "Your Majesty, haven't you noticed that the hair of the National Teacher has turned white?"

He Zichen's heart skipped a beat.

Of course he noticed that Sheng Ling's silver-white hair was too eye-catching, but the color was pure and beautiful, and matched with Sheng Ling's unparalleled face, it even had a holy taste, so much so that he thought Sheng Ling was born with this kind of hair color, didn't he?

... That's right, He Zichen suddenly remembered that in Qin Ling's memory, the young Sheng Ling also had black hair.

My heart seemed to be grabbed by an invisible hand, and I was so uncomfortable that I couldn't breathe.

He Zichen turned his head and stared blankly at Sheng Ling's silver hair like the moon shining like snow.He thought, it's really strange, obviously he thought it was very beautiful before, but now he finds it extremely glaring, making his eyes sour.

Why?What happened to Sheng Ling?

He has always been very curious, but at this moment, it seemed that someone had strangled him by the throat, and he couldn't ask any questions.A heart is sore and unbearable, a little sad, a little distressed, and a little timid. He seems to understand something vaguely, but the truth makes him uncomfortable. When he is finally willing to face it, he can't grasp anything...

He Zichen was a little dazed by this sudden strange emotion, and this daze appeared in those eyes that were always shining, making him look a little fragile.

Sheng Ling's hand stretched out through the small table and squeezed his, and quickly withdrew it, with a strange gentle voice like a cold mountain stream, "It's okay, it will be fine in a while."

"Will it return to black again?" He Zichen asked.

Sheng Ling lowered his eyes, but still couldn't tell a lie, "...it won't happen."

"That's really great," He Zichen said with a smile, "Only such a hair color that is different from ordinary people is worthy of Master Guoshi's Frost Snow posture!"

He Zichen laughed dully a few times, deliberately ignoring the strangeness in his heart, and asked again: "Then what should I do, I mean that monster called Jiuying?"

Amnesty also looked at Sheng Ling eagerly, hoping that the Holy Master would give them a chance to prove it.

"Amnesty," Sheng Ling called him, but he didn't give the order as he thought, "Lead people to the outskirts of the sun-blocking forest to set up a large animal trap, set up several layers, trap it, and then send troops to guard it. People are not allowed to approach..."

After Sheng Ling explained it carefully, he paused, and said again: "Be careful, don't take risks on your own, and the rest of the matter... I will deal with it when I recover."

Amnesty answered "Yes" and left first, Sheng Ling didn't stay long, checked He Zichen's pulse to make sure he was fine, and watched him inhale the "pre-dinner incense" before returning to the Zhaixing Building.

He Zichen originally wanted to keep him for a meal, but after looking at the "imperial meal" with a bowl of rice, a plate of vegetables, and half an egg, he still didn't have the nerve to speak.The most important thing is that if Sheng Ling really wants to stay, then he will share his rations. These are not enough for him to eat, so how can they be distributed to others, not even the beauty Sheng Ling.

After eating, He Zichen went into the study, he desperately wanted to restore his memory, but no one was willing to tell him, so he could only ask the silent and honest old buddies in the study.

Sheng Ling said that he has a special physique and can feel some subtle spiritual existences. Now his soul is unstable, so he is affected uncontrollably.According to his guess, it's not that he will lose this perception ability in the future, but that he can freely choose whether to accept the perception of what things to accept in the future, and the memory "stolen" from Qin Ling that day just confirmed this. a little.

With this kind of guess, He Zichen's idea went to those similar tattered gadgets in the study room. The things placed here undoubtedly witnessed a certain period of time in his past. Since the broken stringed piano can give birth to spirituality, maybe other OK?

"Brother Shi," He Zichen looked at the red stone that he thought was most likely to give birth to spirituality, and solemnly clasped his fists, "Brother Shi, if you know anything, please tell me."

Stone:"……"

He Zichen put his palms on the stone, closed his eyes and concentrated, and felt with his heart... He felt that he was almost falling asleep, but he didn't feel anything.He opened his eyes, and looked at "Brother Shi" rather incomprehensibly. Is this... just an ordinary rock?

Not long after, He Zichen recovered his memory. Recalling his behavior that day, he wished that Brother Shi would smash him to death.

Shame, shame!This seemingly spiritual "Brother Stone" is indeed an ordinary stone, not only ordinary, but also without any special meaning. The only reason he brought it back like a treasure is "pleasing to the eye".

"Your Majesty!" Just when He Zichen was feeling a little embarrassed and thankful that no one saw it, there was a sudden knock on the door outside the study, and Qingsong's voice sounded a little anxious, "Your Majesty, come out and take a look, something happened to the queen mother." !"