Princess Jian Guo gl

a year ago.

Marquis Mansion.

An Yunluo greeted his father as usual, but saw Master Hou secretly reading some letter.Judging from the shape of the letter, it was probably sent from Ryukyu country.

Recently, father's correspondence with Ryukyu has become more and more frequent.

An Yunluo pinched the brows, always feeling uneasy.

When Lord An Hou saw An Yunluo, he didn't hide her intentions, and sent a letter: "It's from your cousin."

An Yunluo nodded, but did not continue to ask.

"Did you go to the palace yesterday? How is the princess?"

An Yunluo said: "He's so skinny that he almost lost his human form, he huddles in the study all day long and doesn't talk much."

Lord Hou nodded: "I let you stare at her day and night, but you don't know why she is doing this?"

An Yunluo froze, and smiled self-deprecatingly.

How can you not know.

After the death of the Sang family, the princess fell out with Fu Ling. Isn't it because of these two people that she is torturing herself now?

An Yunluo lowered her eyes, covering the emotions in her eyes: "The princess doesn't trust me very much." After a pause, he added: "I don't know why she is so depressed."

"Forget it." Hou Ye took a bright red pill from the sandalwood box, "You find a chance and put this in her meal."

An Yunluo didn't move.

"Luo'er." Master Hou's voice was low, and his sharp eyes fell on her.

"What kind of medicine is this?"

Lord Hou avoided answering, but said: "Your cousin sent someone to deliver it. Luo'er, after the Southern Dynasty, you still have to bear it on your cousin's shoulders."

A moment of silence.

An Yunluo smiled gently and said, "Father is right."

He took the medicine with both hands: "Yun Luo try his best."

On the second day, the bedroom of Fengxiang Palace.

When An Yunluo opened the door and entered, he couldn't help frowning.

The smell of alcohol and medicine in the hall and the smell of burning spices mixed together, and the ground was a mess.

An Yunluo collected the folders on the floor, placed them neatly on the table, walked to the bed, and pushed the person who was staring at the roof without blinking.

"Aliu."

A certain person is motionless, his eyes are empty, and his mind is not here at all.

An Yunluo was a little distressed, and helped Nan Qing's thin and light body up: "A Liu, get up and eat something."

Nan Qingliu blinked her eyes slightly, and then she slowly came back to her senses.

"who are you?"

"I'm An Yunluo."

"Who is An Yunluo?"

"It's your friend."

"Oh."

In recent days, Nan Qingliu's memory has become worse and worse, and such conversations have to be held several times from time to time.When she is in a good mood, she can remember who she is, and she will resume her usual indifferent attitude towards her.

When she was in a bad mood or "sick," she didn't know anyone.But An Yunluo felt that it was better for Nan Qingliu who didn't know her, at least, to be closer to her

some.

"Aliu, you can't go on like this."

Nan Qingliu asked her blankly: "How?"

An Yunluo went along with her hair: "Stop torturing yourself, eat well, and don't drink and eat those fishy-smelling pills."

Nan Qingliu pouted: "Eat the elixir, it's good, you can fall asleep."

An Yunluo was a little angry: "You are almost losing your mind, who told you to eat well?"

"Yes..." Nan Qingliu was startled, "Who is here..."

My head hurts a little: "I can't remember."

"Okay, okay, I don't want to." An Yunluo hugged Nan Qingliu in his arms distressedly.

As soon as she was hugged into her arms, Nan Qingliu's spirit became a little more normal, and tears began to flow down her face: "Yun Luo, tell me, what's the point of being alive?"

An Yunluo didn't speak, but her eyes turned a little red with her.

Nan Qingliu cried a lot recently and her eyes hurt. She rubbed her eyes, stared at her red eyes and said, "It doesn't matter if you die or forget, I really don't want to be tortured."

An Yunluo said softly: "You have indeed forgotten many things."

Ever since Sang Shuya died, since Fu Ling left, and since you locked yourself in the room day and night.You can't remember many things, and your memory is getting blurrier day by day.

Nan Qing paused, and said, "It is indeed."

Another glance at An Yunluo: "Who are you?"

An Yunluo said warmly: "I am An Yunluo, and I am your friend."

"Oh."

Nan Qingliu managed to drink a few sips of water, then fell back into a drowsy sleep.

An Yunluo had been sitting by her bed and looked at her quietly and tenderly.

After a long time, he said softly: "When you forget everything, I will hide you secretly, okay?"

xxx

As soon as my Ling came, I didn't have the heart to pay attention to Ying Luo anymore. When I saw her turn around and leave, I immediately raised my heels and followed her.

The aura on Fu Ling's body was gloomy, and his stern face made me want to kneel down and kowtow to her.I chased after her, tugged at the corner of her clothes, and looked at her pitifully.

My Ling ignored me and just took the corner of the clothes away from my hand.

I pulled again and she pulled away again.

If I pull again, she will still smoke.

I rushed forward and hugged her in front of the palace servants.

Fu Ling's body froze, she hurriedly turned around and glanced at the palace servants, then whispered in my ear: "There are so many people, don't make trouble."

I hugged her and did not let go, my feet were almost wrapped around her body, and I sneakily ordered: "Turn your back on me."

With a "wow", the palace people turned their backs in unison.

Fu Ling: "..."

Fu Ling said helplessly, "What do you want?"

I rubbed against her arms: "I don't think you should be angry."

Fu Ling raised her head and snorted softly.

I rubbed her cheek again.

"In my memory, I only like you." Thinking of the feeling that I couldn't ask for in the past, a sour smell appeared in my nose: "I just want to be with you, I will be where you are, what do you want me to do? I just do whatever I want. I’m willing to skin you when you eat, I’m willing to bring you water when you wash your feet, I’m willing to warm your bed when you’re sleeping, and I’m willing to hand you a knife when you kill people…”

"???"

Fu Ling, who was very useful after listening to my confession, twitched the corner of her mouth when she heard the last sentence, pressed my forehead and pushed me away: "Fuck you."

I took two steps back in cooperation, and continued to look at her affectionately and mournfully.

She stood there and stared at me for a while, then finally let out a breath and smiled: "I lost."

After speaking, she untied the cloak wrapped around her body that didn't fit her in any standard color,