Half-dead paulownia

Autumn is desolate, and there are hundreds of flowers, but the elegant and quiet courtyard is still full of lush bamboos. Although the green leaves are slightly yellow, they are still slender, soft and evergreen.

The deep corridor covered with maple vines leads to the mysterious end from the moment you enter the gate. The autumn leaves that fall from time to time embellish this kind of desolation, and the autumn wind blows, which disturbs the autumn day the bleak.

Finally walking along the long corridor that loops back, only a trace of light can be seen inside, and the inside is full of coolness. The sunlight squeezed out from the gaps between the maple vines can't warm the covered frost.

The blue-gray house looks more and more elegant, but the simple construction also shows ulterior motives, without a trace of bright colors, but also deliberately leaves a lot of hollows, which is both beautiful and transparent.

A familiar figure stands in front of the green bamboo in the courtyard. Although it is slender but strong, it has the femininity of a woman, but also the fortitude that a man should have.

"Guaoao, did you plant these bamboos yourself?" The man frowned slightly and asked curiously.

"There is me, there is him." Dugu Ao replied simply but meaningfully with the desolation in his eyes flashing like this autumn day.

"Then he is?" The man seemed to continue to ask without giving up.

"Xiao Jinmo, he is someone you will never meet again in this life." With a trace of melancholy, he seemed so lonely.

The man looked at Duguao in front of him. It was the only time he saw such a melancholy look in his eyes since he first met this person. Although he knew that he had lost his memory, he also learned something about himself from this man. Experience, because I can't recall too much, it is difficult to understand why he has such a loss, and I don't understand what makes this man who usually has such a look.

"I won't meet? What do you mean?" Xiao Jinmo asked in surprise, he could guess what Dugu Ao meant.

"Xiao Jinmo, you can forget everything, but you have to know that everything is because of that man named Anling Yuhao, whether it is your past or your present, it is all due to him." Dugu Ao suddenly He looked at Xiao Jinmo with resentment in his firm tone.

"But...but I don't remember everything." Xiao Jinmo lowered his head slightly, "And you said that my father was also framed by him. I have even forgotten what my father looks like, and I don't even know what hatred is."

Xiao Jinmo's honesty is correct. For a person with amnesia, even if he told him everything, how could he understand that feeling?Only the branded memory and deep-rooted experience will touch the heart.

"I understand, so I won't ask you to do anything, as long as you are by my side is enough, since I saved you, I will definitely take responsibility." Dugu Ao's tone was full of gentleness, as if completely replaced by another Like a human being, it is no longer the coldness that keeps people thousands of miles away.

"Although you and my father are friends, you are willing to take in me, a homeless person. I, Xiao, have been lucky in my life. How dare I expect you to help me again? If it weren't for your appearance this morning , I'm afraid I've already died on the street." Xiao Jinmo said in a tone of deep gratitude, with a touch of emotion in his eyes.

Thinking of why I slept on the street for some reason, when the first ray of sunlight shone on my body in the morning, I also felt the biting cold. I looked at the few pedestrians who appeared on the street one after another in panic, and curled up nervously. In the corner of the wall, my mind was blank, my hungry body was already aching from the cold wind.

At this moment, a few men with vicious looks suddenly appeared and walked towards him. Xiao Jinmo, who had no idea what happened, couldn't help but move his slightly tired body backwards, but still surrounded him.

"Call me!" the lead man with a full beard said in a rough voice.

Xiao Jinmo knew that the situation was a bit dangerous, but how could such a weak body handle it, and how could he know what had happened without any memory.

Before Xiao Jinmo could say anything, fists rained down one after another, and each punch hit Xiao Jinmo's slender body mercilessly, as if it was no longer his own body, and gradually he could not feel the pain. Something seemed to block his throat, and it became difficult to breathe. Why did the sky start to get dark again?Even the figure of a person can no longer be seen clearly?

"Stop!" The voice seemed to come from a distant place, as ethereal as in a dream, but I also felt that I was in another place.

"Xiao Jinmo, Xiao Jinmo?" The voice didn't seem to stop, but continued to call.

After struggling to open his eyes, the big men had long since disappeared, but he was also wrapped in the arms of a stranger.

"I don't know if this young master is... calling me?" Xiao Jinmo asked softly, panting, and a man with picturesque features but a stern expression came into view.

"Finally found you." Without letting go of his hands, he hugged him slowly, "Come with me, I'm your father's friend." With a short answer, he took Xiao Jinmo away like this.

Now Xiao Jinmo clearly remembered the scene at that time. Dugu Ao in front of him was so cold-eyed and arrogant, but he also stretched out his warm hands to save him from those people.

After being brought to this safe place, he was told that Xiao Jinmo was his name, and that his father Xiao Su was plotted against and his whereabouts are still unknown. The culprit was that man named Anling Yuhao. This man named Duguao knew a lot from his mouth, so he said that he had forgotten everything, but suddenly knew so much. He was caught off guard because he didn't know how to face everything for a while. Mo was even more grateful to this savior.

(Anling Imperial City, Leshou Palace)

After Anling Mingcheng was busy with important tasks for a day, he went to Leshou Palace unknowingly. It seemed that it had been a habit for many years. Unforgettable lover.

"The emperor is here!" Eunuch Zhang shouted softly, but he also smiled, seeing the emperor's devotion, these old slaves admired him.

Seeing An Ruo who came out to greet him, before he could squat down, An Lingmingcheng grabbed him, "We've been married for so many years, why are you still so rigid about etiquette?" Some false accusations.

"Your Majesty, don't underestimate the etiquette. Although you and I are husband and wife, you are the king of Anling Kingdom after all. You can't make a mess without rules." An Ruo seemed to be teaching a lesson, but her eyes were full of tenderness.

"Okay, what the empress said is very true. I will accept it humbly in the future, and face the wall and think about my mistakes." An Lingmingcheng was not at all like an emperor should have airs, and his tone was full of flattery.

Perhaps only in front of the person you love most can you release your true self, whether it is the rich or the poor.

The two walked into the dormitory supporting each other. After experiencing too many vicissitudes and baptisms, they will understand the purest thing, and the truth is the ordinary.

"Cough cough...cough cough." An Ling Mingcheng couldn't help but coughed as soon as he sat down.

Before the tea that An Ruo gently brought was delivered to the emperor, she quickly put it on the table closest to her, and hurried forward anxiously.

"Mingcheng, what's wrong with your body?" Taking out the silk satin from his arms, he gently wiped the sweat from Anling Mingcheng's forehead.

"It's okay, it's just that I caught a cold this morning, and occasionally felt a small wind chill." An Lingmingcheng looked at An Ruo's anxious look, and quickly explained.

"Go and tell the imperial physicians to give the emperor a good diagnosis." An Ruo turned and told the maid next to her.

"There's no need to make such a fuss, right?" An Lingmingcheng said in a nonchalant tone, "My old bones, which have been fighting in the battlefield for decades, are not so fragile."

An Ruo put down the silk satin, and continued to bring the tea she had just put down, with a somewhat reproachful tone: "You, do you still think you are Hao'er's age? Don't be careless about your body."

"Don't worry, I know my own body." An Ling Mingcheng persuaded, "Ahem...ahem." Before he could finish speaking, he began to cough again.

"Mingcheng?" A trace of anxiety flashed in An Ruo's eyes, because he did find that An Ling Mingcheng's face was too pale.

"Don't worry, I promised to hold my son's hand and grow old together, how can I bear to slip my words?" Gently brushing An Ruo's face, his eyes were full of nostalgia.

An Ruo snuggled into this broad chest, and said with some grievances: "Just remember."

"I remembered that there is still a memorial that has not been reviewed. It seems to be about the frontier fortress." An Ling Mingcheng said suddenly, but it seemed to be a very urgent matter.

"Don't make yourself too tired, let Hao'er take over after a while, the affairs of the world still need to be controlled by young people." An Ruo said worriedly.

"Well, when Hao'er comes over, you ask him to see me. I haven't seen him for a while, so he must have gone somewhere again, but once he comes back, you must be the first person he sees." Knowing son Mo Ruofu, after explaining, he suddenly wanted to leave in a hurry before he even had time to take a sip of tea.

Looking at the back of An Ling Mingcheng leaving, An Ruo didn't know why her heart was full of loneliness, and even her beating heart seemed to escape from her body the next moment.

"Your majesty, don't you really want to see the imperial doctor?" Eunuch Zhang asked worriedly as he followed Anling Mingcheng closely.

"No need, I know it best myself." Slightly sighed, but also knew it well.

"The queen?" Eunuch Zhang hesitated to speak.

Suddenly stopped, looking at the huge deep palace, An Lingmingcheng said quietly: "I'm just afraid that she will know, how would she live without me in such a lonely deep palace?"

"Think twice, Your Majesty!" Eunuch Zhang knelt on the ground with a 'plop', full of helplessness and despair.