Ingenuity

Qingyan followed Yan Zhi here to recuperate, and lived in Yan Zhi's other courtyard. He had nothing to do all day long, and he didn't talk much. He really wanted to recall what happened to him.

But once he started to think seriously, his brain hurt like it was about to explode in place, so that he didn't dare to think about anything, and he was in a state of emptying his mind every day.

Walking back and forth with an empty mind, Qingyan came to a secluded small courtyard.

Fortunately for Qingyan, after half a month of burning his brain, his hearing was surprisingly good, except that his brain was a little burnt out.

So now Qingyan can vaguely hear Yan Zhi's voice in the back room even though the house is far away.

Qingyan seemed to have an instinct that he didn't know about. He subconsciously slowed down his steps, looked around vigilantly, and quietly approached the house, holding his breath and concentrating.

After this set, it was as smooth as flowing water, and the connection of actions one after another was simply a subconscious synthesis, so that he himself didn't realize what he was doing.

"A [-] army has already entered the country. This time, Nancheng will surely be unable to escape."

"Okay." It was Yan Zhi who said in a steady voice, "This way, the emperor father can settle his worries, and the empress mother will be happier."

"But Prince, didn't we pick up the man we brought here at the junction of Nancheng and ASEAN? If he is from Nancheng..."

Yan Zhi frowned, "Don't jump to such an early conclusion, the imperial doctor also said that his brain is indeed burnt out, and he doesn't even remember. If he is from ASEAN, he will kill innocent people indiscriminately. If he is from Nancheng , he can’t run away either. Did you send someone to find out some news?”

"No reply yet."

"Forget it, keep it."

"The prince seems to be... admiring that man?"

"..."

There was no sound inside for a while, and Qingyan put it away when she saw a good deal, and retreated obediently.

It turns out that Yan Zhi is the prince of the Northern Celestial Dynasty?

Nancheng...ASEAN...

Where is he from?Why was he fished out in the river?And why did you jump off the cliff?

The northern kingdom wants to attack the southern city?So is he from Nancheng?

Qingyan smiled wryly, even if he did, he can't change anything now...

Before the memory is restored, he can only live like this.

Then why did Yan Zhi keep himself as an idler?

The prince of this dynasty, the future emperor of a country, is really compassionate?Attacking a country is a matter of waving a big hand, but he is always sympathetic to such a small person, which makes Qingyan feel very surprised.

Qingyan stood on the bridge and looked down at the lake quietly, her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of distant footsteps.

Qingyan came back to her senses, her dignified black eyes regained their aura, and their eyes gradually changed from shrewd to gentle.

These are all changes in himself that he is not aware of.

"I'm just recovering from my illness, so I'm blowing cold wind here?"

Yan Zhi walked up to the bridge from under the bridge, Qingyan's posture had a feeling that others could not tell, just like a graceful young man standing there straight, and like a fairy who was born into the world, so elusive well.

Yan Zhi had to admit that he was attracted by a certain quality of him.He couldn't help but want to keep him by his side, but he didn't know exactly why.

Qingyan pretended to have just heard his voice, turned her head and smiled slightly, "Young Master, are you busy today?"

Yan Zhi seldom comes to this other courtyard. Now that he thinks about it, he should be in the palace most of the time and only come here occasionally.

Yan Zhi nodded, "Have you thought of anything recently?"

Qingyan shook her head, "Just thinking about it gives me a splitting headache."

Yan Zhi didn't speak, the two were silent for a moment, and then Qingyan said: "I have nothing to do in the other courtyard, why don't you tell me to do something, maybe it can also wake up my memory?"

Yan Zhi lowered his head and thought for a while, Qingyan looked at him sideways, and found that Yan Zhi did not have the nobility and arrogance of a prince, but instead had a more bookish air, and his whole person exuded a gentle and elegant temperament like jade.

"I don't have anything to do with you, why don't you go around these few days, and when I think of it, I will find something for you to do."

"it is good."

Qingyan nodded obediently, and continued to look at the lake.

Yan Zhi couldn't help but secretly looked at him behind him.

He always gives people such a comfortable and quiet feeling.

As if he was by his side, as if the troubles just disappeared out of thin air.

Qingyan silently accepted Yan Zhi's attention gift, her thoughts drifted away again.