The Qing Dynasty's Mingyue's Heart of a Good King

After half a day and one night of heavy rain, the valley has become clearer and clearer. The morning sun shines on every part of the valley, and under the sunlight, the raindrops on the trees, flowers and plants all emit colorful colors.

Zhang Liang, who had been drenched in the rain all night, knelt on the spot with a haggard face and never moved. His messy hair and soaked clothes all showed his embarrassment.

"You have perseverance, but I don't know if you can persist until the day after tomorrow?" Mo Chen got up early and went outside the cave, looking at Zhang Liang now and said contemptuously.

Zhang Liang raised his head slightly: "Why do you still wear a mask?"

"Because I don't want my mother to be sad when she sees it." Mo Chen said this with gentle hatred.

Zhang Liang's heart trembled, he never thought that he would have a son one day, but this son hated him.

"Humph!"

Time is like water in your hand, it flows quickly through the cracks, and it is fleeting.

Zhang Liang, who had been kneeling outside the cave for three days and three nights, could no longer hold on and fell to the ground. His face was pale, his lips were chapped, his clothes and hair were disheveled.Mo Chen looked down at him without any emotional fluctuations: You did it, but mother still hasn't woken up, do you think you didn't do well enough, so mother still doesn't want to wake up?

Mo Chen took out a bottle of potion researched by the elf from his bosom and poured it directly to Zhang Liang: Let's enjoy reminiscing about the past while sleeping.

"Ovary, he did it after all." Yan Lu and the elf walked over from a distance.

"It's a pity that mother didn't wake up for him, or he didn't do enough, what do you think of the second uncle?" Mo Chen looked at the person with a sneer.

"Little master, it's time for you to burn incense for the master!" Seeing that Yan Lu was being embarrassed, the elf spoke first.

"Hey~ Then I'll leave it to you"

"Huh... Fortunately, I am not angry." The elf breathed a sigh of relief.

Yan Lu shook his head dotingly: "It's better to carry the ovary back and clean it first, Xiaoxi, go and cook the medicine I prepared first."

"Ok"

Zhang Liang, who was caught in a dream memory, looked at the scenes and scenery, weeping.

Zifang promised Qing'er that after the world is peaceful, she would marry you as his wife, stay away from the world, and accompany Qing'er by her side.

How could Zifang be willing to forget my wife!Fool, for me, what should you do if you want an ovary!

I, Ling Ziqing, swear an oath as a disciple of the Chenhuang sect in the world of cultivating immortals, and I will devote all my cultivation to exchange for the safety of the ovary with the surname Zhang Mingliang.If you violate this oath, you will be wiped out in ashes and smoke, and you will not be reborn forever!

Miss Ziqing, the ovary said so.People can't just live in the past. Although Zifang doesn't know what he had with you, please don't be attached to the past, Miss Ziqing.

The promise you once said is now a void.In the end is a farewell, everything is gone.In this way, I will let go of all obsession with you.

Tears flowed from the corners of Zhang Liang's eyes in a coma. His heart was filled with grief at this moment, and the breath of despair permeated his whole body.

From the beginning of that scene to the scene of losing his memory, he only felt that he was an asshole, a complete asshole.

Everything Qing'er has done for him is beyond the measure of life, but not only has he forgotten her, he even almost abandoned her and married someone else, even more so to prevent her from being hurt.

Qing'er, Qing'er, Qing'er... In the unconscious dream, Zhang Liang was yelling and crying...

Yan Luyan, who cleaned up Zhang Liang's body, noticed the tears in the corners of his eyes: "Is the ovary... actually crying?"

Zifang, Zifang, after remembering everything, how should you deal with everything now...