After the rebirth, the way the prince looks at me has changed

Outside the gate of Yao Kingdom's palace, a beggar in ragged clothes was sitting under a tree. His exposed arms had large and small scars that had already scabbed over. Nowhere is clean.

It looks like the son of a rich family wandering around because of the war. He seems to be waiting for someone. He has been waiting under this tree for two days. The little eunuchs on the left and right came out slowly from the Meridian Gate.

Chen Moyun was waiting for her. This maid named Hong'er was the maid who took care of his daily necessities in his previous life. She and Su Ziyu also waited on him during the days when he lost his memory and lived in Meihua Xiaozhu.

Hong'er goes out of the palace on the fifteenth day of every month to purchase some folk gadgets.

He got up slowly, Hong'er also saw him.

After a cry of surprise, he was brought into the palace by several court ladies and eunuchs, still in the familiar Meihua Xiaozhu.

Chen Moyun was soaking in the warm hot spring, and gently wiped away the wind and dust along the way. On the originally white and flawless flesh, now there were scars criss-crossing, no different from his previous body.

When Jiang Zeyou heard the news, he immediately left the ministers in the imperial study and ran all the way. He was already strong in martial arts, and a group of eunuchs and maids couldn't catch up.

Walking through the plum trees, Jiang Zeyou slowed down only when he saw the man bathing in the water intact, with surprise and joy in his eyes.

The water vapor was dense, lingering around Chen Moyun's body like a fog. Jiang Zeyou saw the scars on the man's back, clenched his fists tightly, and his eyes turned red instantly.

This person in front of him ignored him and left him cold for a year, and he was not willing to beat and scold him. Now it has only been more than ten days since the Qing Dynasty, and he was treated like this!

Sensing someone behind him, Chen Moyun turned around carefully and looked over, his eyes were always so indifferent.

Jiang Zeyou walked up to him, squatted down slowly, his temple hair fluttered slightly with the wind, his lowered eyes did not dare to look at Chen Moyun's body injury, the long eyelashes covered the reddish eyes in his eyes, only the corners of his eyes The tear mole on her face was even more eye-catching, like a hanging tear, containing too much sadness.

Chen Moyun just glanced at it, as if seeing him for the first time.

People of the older generation once told him that a woman with a mole is because she has experienced too much suffering in her previous life, and this life is to be cherished, while a man with a mole is because he has made too many mistakes. , Life after life is a low life.

Jiang Zeyou was the first man he saw with a tear mole. The moment Lin Luobai saw him, Lin Luobai thought, what the old man said was all nonsense, and it was obviously for people to cherish , why there is a distinction between men and women.

Chen Moyun thought as if he had returned to the past, just when he wiped away a tear from the corner of Jiang Zeyou's eyes, the General's Mansion, which was lying in a pool of blood, suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

A splash of blood rushed to his face, and he withdrew his hand in shock.One staggered into the water.

The secret medicine in his body made his previous and present lives messed up again.

An urgent call was heard in the ear, and then a figure entered the water, and at the moment he was about to suffocate, he was caught in his arms and stuck out of the water.

Chen Moyun still looked lost when he was covered by a blanket.

"Tell the imperial physician!" Jiang Zeyou stroked his head worriedly.

Perhaps the sharp needle-piercing pain at that time only allowed him to temporarily retain the memory of Lin Luobai, but now the effect of the secret medicine can no longer be suppressed, disturbing him unknowingly.

It seems that amnesia is a matter of time, he needs to hurry up, hurry up, let Jiang Zeyou be buried with him before he loses his memory.

Chen Moyun thought, running around all the way, and his body was extremely exhausted, which made him feel dizzy.

When the imperial physician arrived at Meihua Xiaozhu, Chen Moyun had already held Jiang Zeyou's hand and fell asleep.

He curled up on the bed, seemingly cold, but Jiang Zeyou had already asked the eunuch to burn four stoves in the house. When the imperial doctor came in, he was surrounded by a wave of warmth, and he almost couldn't breathe.

Taking Chen Moyun's pulse, the imperial physician's aged face and facial features suddenly wrinkled into a ball, watching Jiang Zeyou hesitate to speak.

"Say, I won't take my anger out on you!" Looking at this person's state, he guessed something in his heart.

The imperial physician stuffed Chen Moyun's hand back into the quilt, and knelt down tremblingly, "Young Master Chen, he is depressed and ill, and the internal and external injuries have accumulated for a long time and cannot be cured in a short time..."

Jiang Zeyou raised his forehead, "Is there a cure?" Before he could change out of his wet clothes, the clothes were still dripping with water.

"It's easy to treat wounds outside the body. It's just that the young master has been ravaged by the medicine because of taking the secret medicine. In addition, the internal injuries have not healed for a long time, and the backlog has been accumulated in the body for a long time! Looking at the pulse of the young master, he himself does not have much desire for life, and his heart disease is difficult to cure. ..."

The imperial doctor saw that Jiang Zeyou's face became more and more serious, and his voice gradually became quieter, for fear of touching the scales of their monarch.

Jiang Zeyou frowned slightly, looking at the person lying on the bed thoughtfully, after the imperial doctor left, he left the door of Chen Moyun's room with his whole body wet.

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The January truce period has passed, and frontier battle reports are coming in frequently. It stands to reason that Liu Bingyi's strength is far superior to Han Ning's, and he should be the one suppressing Han Ning on the battlefield, but this is not the case.

As a rising star, Han Ning is not as good as Liu Bingyi in all aspects of actual combat. He has sufficient troops and continuous supply of food and grass, which is not comparable to the newly established Qing Dynasty with an unstable government, so the two have been at a stalemate at the border.

What Jiang Zeyou didn't expect was Nan Guoyin. The battlefield of Qingguo and Yao Kingdom can be divided into two parts, namely the southern war led by Han Ning and Liu Bingyi and the northern war led by Nan Guoyin and Liu Yang.

Because Nan Guo is a veteran, he fought with Lin Luobai when he was young. After Lin Luobai died, he became the number one soldier in the Yao Kingdom. However, he never expected to be defeated by Liu Yang, who was not as qualified as him in all aspects. , defeated.

Jiang Zeyou rested his forehead and looked at the battle report just delivered, and saw Chen Moyun slowly walking into his study with tea, so he pretended to cover the battle report and secret letter on the table with a memorial.

Chen Moyun's face turned bloody, not as good as when he came back a few months ago.

It's just that he still doesn't like talking, and sometimes he will be in a daze for a whole day, as if he was greatly stimulated in Qingguo, and after returning, he becomes Lin Luobai's cold appearance, but when facing Jiang Zeyou alone, at least No longer like a puppet.

"Ayou, it's so late, why don't you go to sleep?" Chen Moyun put the tea on the table, Jiang Zeyou wrapped his arms around his waist, pulled the man into his arms, and sat down on his lap superior.

I obviously have big fish and meat to serve me, but the person in my arms just doesn't grow, but gets thinner and thinner. Holding such a light and fluffy person makes people feel unreal.

"Ayun, what's on your mind? I haven't seen you smile for a long time!" Jiang Zeyou buried his head in his neck, and there was a burst of fragrance from his nose, which was refreshing and calmed his restless emotions.

"I don't know." Chen Moyun's voice was very soft, with a little ethereal feeling, "Ayou, I feel so uncomfortable, it seems that something is pressing on me, it is so heavy, I vaguely feel that I have something Very important thing to do, but forget what it is!"

Since returning to Yao country, when he was left alone at night, his past and present memories were mixed. Occasionally he remembered that he was Lin Luobai, but sometimes he was Chen Moyun again. The memories that Zeyou recited to him slowly devoured his original memories little by little.

"Is Ah Yun uncomfortable?" Jiang Zeyou raised his head, tears dripped onto his mole, Chen Moyun's beautiful eyes were already flushed, he pulled Jiang Zeyou's sleeve tightly because of the pain, and his body trembled because of sobbing He looked so helpless and pitiful.

Jiang Zeyou wiped away the tears on his face with pity, patted his back, and coaxed him softly, with endless tenderness in his eyes, "Ah Yun, soon, soon you won't be so uncomfortable. "

Give me some more days, and when I settle you down, let everything go as you wish.

"Well, Ayou, you should be busy." Seeing the memorials on the table, he knew that Jiang Zeyou was still busy.

"I'll be fine myself!" Chen Moyun got down from his arms, leaving a melancholy and lonely back, and walked outside the imperial study.

It was windy at night, Chen Moyun looked at the double shadows of the leaves under the moonlight, walked along the mottled, unknowingly came to Jihua Pavilion.

He stayed in Jihua Pavilion for a long time, not knowing why he came here, Lin Luobai and Chen Moyun reverberating in his mind were like the shadows of leaves on the ground, and he couldn't see the true image of each leaf.

He walked to Lin Wenqiu's room by feeling, sometimes when he was bored wandering around the palace, he always heard them say that there are two lunatics in this palace, one is in Meihua Xiaozhu and the other is in Jihua Pavilion.

"Is it Chen Moyun?" Lin Wenqiu heard footsteps outside, and knew it was him without thinking. This person has been looking for her here for several days, and asked her "who is he" every day when he came here.

Sure enough, Chen Moyun stared at the door, and said in a helpless voice, "Wenqiu, I seem to have forgotten who I am again!"

The woman in the room suddenly laughed wildly, laughing so madly and paranoid that Chen Moyun was too scared to take another step towards the locked door.

"Jiang Zeyou, Jiang Zeyou! My Lin family, what exactly does my brother owe you!" The voice was filled with laughter but full of puzzlement and despair. The hysterical sense of oppression made Chen Moyun feel more and more uncomfortable.

The woman was still laughing and roaring, "My brother regards you as a wise king, and sent you to the high seat of power all the way, but you killed his whole family and ruined my life, and now you use such despicable means to deprive him of his memory ...and taught him to love you! It's ridiculous and hateful..."

Suddenly there were noisy footsteps in the courtyard, a cloak was covering Chen Moyun's body, he didn't seem to feel it, his eyes were fixed on the front.

The eunuch unlocked Lin Wenqiu's room, kicked in the door, pressed the woman who was still talking nonsense to the ground, covered her mouth, the woman looked up at Chen Moyun sadly, and then saw him When Jiang Zeyou was behind him, his eyes were filled with blatant hatred.

There were people guarding Jihua Pavilion, and every time Chen Yun came, someone would report to Jiang Zeyou. This time, Lin Wenqiu suddenly went crazy, and they didn't dare to be vague, so they reported the matter to Jiang Zeyou immediately.

Chen Moyun ran forward in a panic, but was grabbed by Jiang Zeyou's wrist. In desperation, he held onto Jiang Zeyou's clothes, with tears in his eyes, full of pleading. "Ayou, don't hurt her!"

"Good Ah Yun, don't worry, I won't hurt her, she is just sick, and they are treating her."

Jiang Zeyou picked up Chen Moyun, comforted him gently, and walked out of Jihua Pavilion regardless of that person's wishes.

The night was quiet and the evening breeze was blowing. Chen Moyun was leaning on Jiang Zeyou. When the door closed, he saw the eunuch turning Lin Wenqiu over and pressing her on the table, grabbing her limbs tightly, without any resistance. The strong woman poured black medicinal liquid into her mouth.

The hand on Jiang Zeyou's shoulder clenched into a fist unconsciously, and his heart throbbed with pain.

Jiang Zeyou didn't sleep with him as usual, the war was tight, food and grass had been delivered for three or four months, it was time to resupply, but if taxation was increased, it might cause public resentment.

Now we can only prepare military rations from the wealthy and nobles in the imperial city, but the collusion between the government and businessmen is unwilling to contribute money and effort, forcing them hard, and they will only search for the people's fat and anointment, and the people will suffer in the end.

Seeing that Chen Moyun had fallen asleep, Jiang Zeyou helped him cover the quilt and left Meihua Xiaozhu to go to the imperial study. He had to come up with a countermeasure, at least half a year later.

Chen Moyun was left alone in the room again, he opened a pair of slightly melancholy eyes, got up and sat quietly for a long time, then remembered what he was going to do, he reached under the cabinet and took out a few envelopes.

It was the plan he wrote down when he was still awake, and he read it one by one, but he couldn't understand why every plan in the letter was not good for Jiang Zeyou, but that man was obviously very kind to him.

And who is An Yicheng mentioned in the letter? Why did I repeatedly emphasize in the letter that he must be the co-lord of the world?

Chen Moyun hid the letter again, and sat on the bed blankly, all he could think of was the sadness in Lin Wenqiu's eyes, at that moment he really felt her pain.

Both of them were madmen, one madly mad, the other calmly mad.

Is their madness all because of Jiang Zeyou?Otherwise, why every time Lin Wenqiu wanted to tell him who he was, that person always happened to appear and asked the eunuch to pour that unpleasant liquid medicine into her!The good name is to cure diseases, but Lin Wenqiu can't speak for a while after drinking it.

No matter how crazy he was, he knew it wasn't healing.

Ayou, what kind of grievances and grievances do you have between me and you that make you so cautious and full of shame when facing me.

Chen Moyun couldn't think of a reason, he was at a loss as to what to do, looking at the endless darkness, he slowly hugged his knees, as if he was in an abyss, falling continuously, floating like a dead leaf, with nowhere to land.

In the illusion, he saw another himself wearing armor and riding a horse, majestic and heroic, not as good as the weak and powerless him at the moment!

There was a desperate voice in my head, shouting "Kill Jiang Zeyou" over and over again.