Domineering President: Crazy Chasing Amnesiad Baby

Fei Siyuan and his group arrived at the hotel, took the room card and went back to the room to pause. Fei Siyuan and Wang Ying entered the same room, and Luo Xinhuan and Chen Weilong entered the same room.Because there are too many doubts in each other's hearts, they both want to try to understand.The four master-servant relationships that were once very harmonious, have changed their identities in this life.Although Fei Siyuan is a subordinate, she is very strong, not inferior to the leader. Luo Xinhuan is the planner of this small group.It was he who carefully arranged the trip to Hangzhou.

When Fei Siyuan and Wang Ying returned to the place where they used to live, they felt very familiar and friendly, and there was also a trace of indescribable, faint sadness.

Luo Xinhuan and Chen Weilong are newcomers and are not very familiar with the folk customs here, but the people they are familiar with live and rest here.They came to appease her undead.

Chen Weilong looked at Luo Xinhuan, frowning slightly, full of question marks.

Luo Xinhuan is worthy of being an emperor, and now he is a domineering president. He is calm, free and easy, and rational.

"You are, you are..." Chen Weilong didn't know how to ask Luo Xinhuan, his hesitation was that Luo Xinhuan seemed to know nothing, and the memory of his previous life was unknown to him.

"What? It feels like we are familiar? No, no, we have nothing to do with each other. I'm just a very ordinary friend of Fei Siyuan." Luo Xinhuan explained with a smile, he wanted to try his best to dispel Chen Weilong's doubts.

Chen Weilong shook his head, no matter how you look at it, the man in front of him is the emperor, his current name is Xiangjian, Xiangjian, isn't this the emperor's nickname for his concubine?

"It feels like you are a person, so much alike." Chen Weilong murmured to himself, carefully observing Luo Xinhuan, who was sitting on the sofa enjoying himself.

"Really? Who do I look like?" Luo Xin laughed, looking curiously at Chen Weilong, "There are many similar people in this world, but they have nothing to do with each other."

"Oh! That's the truth, but it's too similar? One has to doubt the wonder of this world."

Chen Weilong stared at Luo Xinhuan's every move, demeanor, speech, Luo Xinhuan was exactly the same as the previous emperor, there was no difference.This thing is too strange.I am obviously a modern person, how could I suddenly have the memories of ancient people, and I am still the emperor's caring eunuch, what is this?

"There are some secrets in the world that cannot be disclosed, otherwise it will be bad for you. The Master must know the truth of this!" Luo Xinhuan looked like a domineering president, with a cold tone and profound words, which made people awe-inspiring.

"Oh!" Chen Weilong was completely dumbfounded.How could he, the director of a provincial TV station, hook up with the eunuch?

"Do you have any impression of West Lake in Hangzhou?" Luo Xinhuan took the initiative to express his friendliness, maybe because his tone just now was too tough and seemed very impolite, so he hurried to save him.

"I've been here a few times before. The scenery is beautiful, and the fairy lake style makes people think about it." Chen Weilong suddenly became energetic, and wanted to discuss the wonderful romance of West Lake in Hangzhou with Luo Xinhuo.

"What can you think of?" Luo Xin asked with a smile, shrugged, looking very curious.

"Reminiscent of a painting, there is a young man on a small boat tearfully throwing his lover's ashes to the West Lake, the lover's maid is crying holding the ashes jar, and the young man's attendants are crying non-stop while rocking the boat ... very sad atmosphere."

Chen Weilong described the scene in the dream in detail.He was watching the changes on Luo Xinhuan's face from the corner of his eye. If he had the same dream as himself, he was the reincarnation of the emperor.Unfortunately, he found nothing on Luo Xinhuan's face.It was a cold-blooded creature with no expression on his face.

"Throwing ashes into the lake, is this something that happened during the time of the gods? The environment of West Lake is well protected. It is impossible for people to throw things into the lake at will. This is damaging the natural environment and will be punished." Luo Xin called hehe With a smile, he spread his hands, looking thoughtful.

"It is impossible for people to sprinkle things into the West Lake now. No one cared about it before, especially hundreds of years ago." Chen Weilong directly stated the time and age, and he was hinting at the past hundreds of years ago.

"As far as I know, no matter which dynasty, the scenery of the West Lake is always managed by a special person," Luo Xinhuan retorted.Of course he understood the purpose of Chen Weilong's remarks, he was trying to trick himself.

"Ah! It seems that Mr. Xiang is very knowledgeable and has a lot of research on history?" Chen Weilong asked humbly, wanting to know more about this person who is very similar to Emperor Shunzhi.

"I don't have much research, but I prefer places of interest and historical sites, and I pay more attention to wherever I go." Luo Xinhuan replied naturally, easy-going, without deliberate concealment.Ordinary people can't see Luo Xinhuan's true state of mind at all.

"I also like scenic spots and historical sites, and I also like calligraphy and painting. I wonder if Mr. Chen is interested in calligraphy and painting?" Chen Weilong continued his inquiry. If he is the reincarnation of Emperor Shunzhi, he should be interested in calligraphy and painting.

"I don't have any special interest, I appreciate it occasionally." Luo Xinhuan didn't intend to have a deep talk with Chen Weilong, and Chen Weilong felt Luo Xinhuan's wariness.

"Do you like portraits, bird paintings, or landscape paintings?" Chen Weilong continued to ask.

"Well! I still prefer landscape paintings." Luo Xinhuan hesitated for a moment.Chen Weilong was given a clear answer.

The emperor is best at landscape paintings and portraits. He has painted more than 30 portraits of his beloved concubine Dong E?

"Which dynasty's paintings do you like the most?" Seeing Luo Xinxuan answering his own question, Chen Weilong had the idea of ​​making progress.

"I don't have a tendency to appreciate paintings, I just appreciate them." Luo Xinhuan replied with a smile.

"There was a very young painter who traveled with his servants to the famous mountains and rivers of the motherland. Once they encountered robbers and their belongings were raided. During the fight, the painter was seriously injured and the servants had nowhere to turn. In this case, a slave who stole two ears of corn from a family was found to have broken a leg. The master of that family heard the sad experience of the servants and sympathized with them, so he took them in and, at his suggestion, At that time, the young painter began to make a living by selling calligraphy and paintings, and finally at the foot of Wutai Mountain, both master and servant became monks for a living. The painter passed away at 68, and only his servant was with him." Chen Weilong looked gloomy and heavy. Men can recall things from previous lives.

"Very touching, a loyal servant, he should be rewarded!" Luo Xinhuo did not show Chen Weilong's expectant expression, he had already turned that loyal servant into a master.

"Unfortunately, the master has forgotten him and doesn't know who he is." Chen Weilong was very disappointed.

"The master may not be able to forget him, it's just that they have no chance to see each other again."

"Ah! No chance to see you again." Chen Weilong was very sad.Because I will never see the emperor again in this life.