lord and beauty

"What do you mean?"

The room was silent for a while, and the crackling of the candle flame could be heard. Tan Qiu was a little stunned when he heard Jiang Beimu's words, so he subconsciously asked.

Jiang Beimu didn't know why he couldn't bear it. Seeing Tan Qiu's eyes full of confusion, he calmed down and said, "That person's name is Shi Rong, and he intended to befriend me. At that time, they will You brought it."

"That's it..." Tan Qiu's mind went blank, his thoughts were chaotic, and it took him a while to calm down. He only opened his mouth but didn't know what to say.

Although he thought of himself as Jiang Beimu's wife when he was not clear-headed at the beginning, but through the attitudes of those people later, he could vaguely guess his identity. No matter how carefree Tan Qiu is, he still can't help but feel ashamed deep in his heart.

What's more, Jiang Beimu used to be the great general of the Yuan Dynasty and the benefactor of the entire Yuan Dynasty, so he was considered a high climber.

Tan Qiu didn't like the gap between himself and Jiang Beimu, which was caused by identity.

But tonight's government banquet tore the fig leaf that he had covered himself with self-deception into pieces.Tan Qiu suddenly felt an extremely strong sense of rejection towards her past.

He didn't dare to recall the past anymore, he was afraid that thinking of something he shouldn't know would make him face Jiang Beimu even more shamelessly.

"Do you remember anything?"

Jiang Beimu's voice was soft and there was nothing wrong with it. It was almost cautious, and the warmth was very much like the gentle breeze in spring.

Perhaps it was this ray of breeze that blew away the mottled fragments deep in Tan Qiu's memory, phantoms seemed to flash before his eyes, and dozens of chaotic human voices sounded at the same time, trying to go straight into Tan Qiu's head like a drill Gouging, disturbing his mind to chaos.

"No..." Tan Qiu pursed her lips slightly, not daring to meet Jiang Beimu's eyes, but only glanced aside to look at the sleeping baby, "I didn't think of anything."

Jiang Beimu noticed Tan Qiu's strange emotions, and he didn't want to press too hard, so he explained: "It's okay, the injury was indeed serious before, and the amnesia won't heal in a short while, and naturally you will miss it after a long time. Woke up."

"I can't remember!" Tan Qiu interrupted Jiang Beimu's words, his tone was blunt and full of anger, "I can't remember, and I don't want to remember, don't mention it again!"

Panting heavily, Tan Qiu got up suddenly, flustered and afraid to look at Jiang Beimu, so he walked quickly to the window, muttering to the dark night.

"Isn't it good to let him pass the past? Why do you have to think about it? Isn't it good now?"

Jiang Beimu didn't answer, and the room was silent.

Tan Qiu's mind was in chaos, and chaotic figures kept flashing, but he still couldn't piece together a complete picture. Tan Qiu's hand on the edge of the window tightened, the blood faded from his fingertips, and he firmly clasped the window frame, leaving A few fingernail marks, but these marks seemed to be engraved on his heart.

"I don't want to think about it, who knows what I was? Who knows what I did?"

Tan Qiu stared at the night absent-mindedly, speaking incoherently.

"Then don't think about it."

A warm and generous palm gently covered his eyes from behind, and the familiar breath mixed with hot body temperature soaked Tan Qiu's sour eyes.

Jiang Beimu's voice was as flat and gentle as ever, "If you don't like it, then don't think about it."

Jiang Beimu's soft words broke Tan Qiu's heart instantly.

Tan Qiu's nose was sore, he turned around suddenly and stretched out his arms to hug Jiang Beimu. The faint smell of alcohol and the familiar body temperature instantly enveloped Tan Qiu's whole body, but he never felt such a sense of security at that moment.

"I..." Tan Qiu's throat choked slightly, "What if I used to be...that kind of person, I can be given to you, maybe..."

Jiang Beimu stretched out his hand and patted Tan Qiu's back lightly. Hearing this, he chuckled a few times, his chest trembled slightly, and his heartbeat came into Tan Qiu's ears along with the mellow smile.

"Is that why you're worried about it?"

Tan Qiu opened his mouth, but didn't know how to answer, so he tightened his arms in confusion, and was about to strangle himself into Jiang Beimu's flesh and blood, as if only such flesh and blood could make him feel at ease.

"I do not mind."

Jiang Beimu didn't make too much sense, he knew where Tan Qiu's heart knot was, "I don't mind what you were like before, who you were with, it doesn't matter, after you arrived in Jiang's mansion and hit the post, it didn't matter. For a moment, it doesn't matter."

Tan Qiu caught the key word, "Bumping the pole?"

"Until now, I won't hide it from you."

"You were indeed sent to me by Shi Rong. I was drunk that day, and you suffered from drug effects. I was sorry for you. When you woke up the next day, after you saw me, you killed yourself in grief and anger."

"The wound on your forehead was also left at that time. I was afraid that you would commit suicide again after waking up. That's why the people in the government kept it from you and decided to stay after you healed yourself."

Jiang Beimu's words were like a slap in the face to Tan Qiu, knocking him into a daze.

"You...are you lying to me?"

"I don't need to lie to you, and I never lie." Jiang Beimu smiled slightly, and took a step back, revealing Tan Qiu's bewildered cheeks, under the dim candlelight, there was still a trace of water at the end of Tan Qiu's eyes There are still a few traces of rouge on the wound on the forehead, and the protruding wound is more eye-catching.

Jiang Beimu raised his hands subconsciously, gently lifted Tan Qiu's cheeks, and his rough palms covered Tan Qiu's fair and smooth cheek skin. The touch like gravel made Tan Qiu couldn't help frowning slightly, but greedily Want to absorb the warmth of that palm.

Jiang Beimu's hands can almost wrap Tan Qiu's entire face in his palms, but at this moment he just wiped off the remaining rouge marks on Tan Qiu's forehead with the pulp of his thumbs, and said with a smile:

"Whether you want to restore your memory or not, the choice is in your hands, and I will not interfere with your choice."

"Master...I..."

"You can call me Brother Mu. If you want to abandon your past, then you can rely on me and regard me as your future."

"But as long as you are willing, you don't have to choose between the past and the future."

Tan Qiu stared blankly at Jiang Beimu's face, and what Jiang Beimu said instantly stunned Tan Qiu.

"I……"

Jiang Beimu shook his head and smiled, "You don't need to tell me what you choose, you just have to think about it yourself."

Tan Qiu's eyes moved slightly, and it took a long time before he lowered his head and responded softly.

Outside the courtyard, the wind was drizzling and the rain was drooping, and the night rain merged into the night wind. The chill spread in the courtyard. The red candles under the eaves were blown lightly by the wind, but the inside of the house was warm all night.

In the early morning of the next day, in the Moon Lane Pavilion of the Jiang Mansion.

Tan Qiu sat in the pavilion, changed into a light blue long coat, combed his black hair with a jade hairpin, leaving two tufts of hair to cover the sides of his cheeks, and there was a touch of paleness on his delicate cheeks, and he was looking at the main body in a trance. A large bare tree opposite.

There was no one outside Lanyue Pavilion, only Tan Qiu was sitting in it, as if waiting for someone.

After a while, a graceful and graceful figure holding an umbrella came leisurely from the stone steps. When she got closer, the paper umbrella opened sideways, revealing a carefully dressed face. It was the beautiful woman from last night, that is, Bicui. Ting's owner, or, in other words, Tan Qiu's owner at one time.

"What do you want me to do? Have you thought it through?" the beautiful woman said with a slight smile, she put the paper umbrella down in the pavilion, and said to Tanqiu.

Tan Qiu turned around, stared at the beautiful woman without moving, and paused, "Who am I?"