Thousand-character silk

Wu Ya's hand was still pinching Rong Xuan's chin, his long-sleeved fingers were stiff, his eyes looked at Rong Xuan in astonishment, and he said with a dry smile:

"Xuan'er?"

Rong Xuan was stunned, as if puzzled, squinted his eyes and looked at Wu Ya for a while, then with a wave of his delicate wrist, he opened Wu Ya's hand holding his chin, and looked at him with a condescending expression.

"This son's bedroom, is it possible that idlers like you can come in and out at will?"

Wu Ya stared at Rong Xuan's eyes, those eyes he had seen countless times, showing a look he had never seen before.

Arrogant, contemptuous, frivolous, repulsive and seemingly able to accommodate anyone.

Mix too much, but can't see the real emotion.What surprised Wu Ya was that there was a trace of strangeness in it.

"You... don't remember me?" Wu Ya asked tentatively.

Rong Xuan blinked, showing a funny expression on his face.

"Why, because you look better, I should remember?"

After Rong Xuan finished speaking, he lay down with his arms bent, his head and neck raised slightly, his jet-black hair was scattered on his shoulders, and he played with a strand of his own, completely ignoring Wu Ya's astonishment.

Seeing Wu Ya still stunned beside the bed, he couldn't help laughing, his brows were full of helplessness.

"Retire." Rong Xuan said, "You served us very well last night. This son is a little tired now, and I don't have the mood to accompany you. Go to Liuqian to collect the reward money."

"What did you say?" Wu Ya frowned lightly.

Rong Xuan seemed a little impatient, sat up, and slightly frowned the eyebrows on Shui Xing's eyes.

"Didn't you be the one who passed on the luck of my son last night?"

"What...?!" Wu Ya was speechless, quickly pressed Rong Xuan's shoulder, and asked a little faster, "Rong Xuan, what's wrong with you?"

"How dare you call me by my son's name...you are so brave..." Rong Xuan's eyes widened in anger, "Liuqian! Liuqian! Pull this ignorant male favorite out of here! Liuqian!"

Rong Xuan pushed Wu Ya's approaching body while shouting Liu Qian's name loudly. After hearing no response for a long time, he looked around and looked around the guest room with a strange face, and then he began to panic.

"This is not my bedroom... where is this?"

Wu Ya was stunned for a moment and said: "This is Jingdu, the Wanyuan Inn in the west of Jingdu City."

With a look of disbelief on Rong Xuan's face, he suddenly pushed Wu Ya away, jumped off the bed barefoot and walked around in a panic, not finding any familiar decorations around him.He frantically pushed open the door of the guest room and rushed out, followed closely by Wu Ya, who suddenly stopped when he saw Rong Xuan approaching the stairs, and after looking around at the Jingguo-style decorations around him, As if seeing something terrifying, he moved his feet back in disbelief step by step, and ran back to the room with a terrified expression on his face, closing the door after Wu Ya broke into the room with brute force.

Rong Xuan grabbed Wu Ya's lapel and asked in a low voice: "What's going on! Who are you?!"

"I am... Wu Ya..."

Rong Xuan stared at him for a while, then shook his head to show that he didn't know him.

Wu Ya gently grasped Rong Xuan's fist, gently opened it, and then knelt on the ground with one knee.

"My subject, Jing Wuya, is the personal bodyguard of His Royal Highness."

"How is it possible," Rong Xuan let go of Wu Ya and sneered, "Where does this prince get the guards from?"

Wu Ya clasped Rong Xuan's wrist back, Rong Xuan immediately resisted, but he couldn't break free.

"Are you serious, don't you remember me?" Wu Ya pulled him closer and asked, "Last night you threw yourself into my arms and called my name without listening, but you didn't recognize me. Today, you don't even know my name." remembered?"

"Hmph," Rong Xuan sneered, and cast a disdainful glance at Wu Ya, "There are too many people who sleep in bed with this prince, do I still need to remember them all?"

Wuya's heart sank.

This person is not Rong Xuan.

The person in front of him clearly had the same voice and smile as Rong Xuan, but his temperament was not the same as Rong Xuan's at all.

What happened in the end?

Last night he kept calling his own name, and fell into his arms crying helplessly. When he woke up today, how could he not even remember himself?

Rong Xuan left Wu Ya, wandered around in the guest room, and finally walked back to Wu Ya, stared at him for a while, then chuckled lightly, went back to the edge of the bed and sat down.

"Get dressed for me."

Full command tone.

Cold and proud.

Wu Ya didn't ask any more questions, walked to the side of the bag in silence, unpacked it, took out the long red robe, and walked to Rong Xuan to change it for him.

Rong Xuan glanced at the clothes and said with a smile: "You really know my preferences."

After finishing speaking, he bent and hooked Wu Ya, and Wu Ya leaned down slightly.

Rong Xuan said softly: "Your reward." Then he raised his arms around Wu Ya's neck, and his soft lips fit Wu Ya very naturally.Wu Ya trembled, trying to straighten up, but Rong Xuan hugged him even tighter.Rong Xuan's tongue lightly penetrated into Wu Ya's mouth, actively groping between Wu Ya's lips and teeth, and after wrapping the soft tongue around him, the kiss was even more forgetful.

Wu Ya opened his eyes to look at him, Rong Xuan's half-opened eyes were half obedient and half indulgent, but there was no affection at all.

The front of the clothes was forced to open because of Rong Xuan's tugging, and Rong Xuan's slender and fair hands were attached to Wu Ya's white and firm chest, the tickle and itchiness brought about by the entanglement between the lips and the wandering of the fingers caused the two of them to shudder, Naturally, it was hot.

The two rolled into the couch entangled at some point, gasping for breath, and the air around them seemed to be scorching hot.

Neck, collarbone, chest, waist and abdomen, all of them have a few silver threads after Wu Ya's kiss. Looking up, Rong Xuan is looking at him with pleasure, with a snowy body, fragrant shoulders, black hair, The half-closed almond eyes are lazy and soul-inducing. Once you look in, you are reluctant to come out. Drowning in them makes people feel willing.

Rong Xuan's legs were hooked around Wu Ya's waist, Wu Ya's caressing hand went all the way down, and his fingertips were groping to get behind Rong Xuan, when suddenly the person under him trembled violently, and his whole body stiffened .

Rong Xuan pushed Wu Ya away and sat up, with the obscene clothes half hanging in his arms, he took the initiative to kiss Wu Ya's lips again.

"Why, do you want it?" Looking at Wu Ya's half-blurred eyes, Rong Xuan teased, "I won't allow it."

Rong Xuan got out of bed, tightened his skirt, tilted his head and said coldly: "Change clothes, tie hair."

In front of the bronze mirror are two figures, one white and one red, familiar and unfamiliar.

Wu Ya was surprisingly good at tying hair. Rong Xuan's long jet-black hair was carefully braided and tied behind his head with red silk. Although it was not as complicated as a palace lady's handiwork, it was still delicate and refreshing.

Rong Xuan was dressed in red, and leaned lazily on the bench, the fear of finding himself in Jingguo was almost gone.

"Why am I here?"

"To find me."

The hibiscus pastry that Rong Xuan just put into his mouth choked his throat.

"I am a son of Rong Guo...to find you? To Jing Guo?" Rong Xuan paused, "Wait, are you from Jing Guo?"

"Yes."

Rong Xuan shrugged: "How could I, the son of Rong Guo, find a man from Jing Guo to be my male favourite?"

The word male favorite was spoken too naturally, Wu Ya's face froze and his heart ached.

"Don't you remember? That day you were trapped by strong men in Tianze Mountain, and I rescued you."

"Then I will take you back to the palace and keep you by my side?"

Wu Ya was taken aback for a moment, and replied, "Not bad."

"After you leave the palace, I can't let go of you, so I will come to Jingguo from a thousand miles away to find you?"

Wu Ya smiled slightly and said, "Exactly."

"Master Jing, have you read too much about the unofficial history of the palace?"

"..."

"But speaking of it, I really can't remember how I was in Jingguo," Rong Xuan said with his chin on his hands, and looked Wu Ya up and down by the way, "I really can't remember who you are either."

The palace people in the deep palace wear the same clothes every day, even their hair and makeup are exactly the same. At first glance, thousands of palace people seem to be carved out of the same mold.Occasionally, the court lady who was favored, went to the emperor with a little bit of luck to ask for favor. The emperor also had Rong Xuan's indifferent expression, and said with an even more indifferent or even impatient expression: "This king can't remember you. who is it."

Wu Ya secretly smiled bitterly, and strode towards Rong Xuan.

"Hey, how dare you..."

"excuse me."

Wu Ya raised his palm and hit Rong Xuan on the back of the neck, Rong Xuan immediately passed out, and his body softened and fell into Wu Ya's arms.Wu Ya picked him up and hurried to the nearest hospital.

Could it be that I forgot.

He doesn't remember everything from the meeting in Tianze Mountain.Then what does he... remember?

Wu Ya thought to himself, Lin Xing, a male favorite, has no personal guards, this is Rong Xuan not long after Yan Du just left.

Thinking of Wuya here, I can't help feeling chills.

Could it be that he forgot himself, but still remembered Yan Du who was devoted to him?

The doctor in the clinic saw Wu Ya approaching aggressively with Rong Xuan in his arms, and his hand that was prescribing the prescription was deviated. He was busy thinking whether there was any mistake in the prescription that he had prepared in the past two days, and begged in his heart. This person must not be here to settle accounts.

The young doctor walked up to Rong Xuan who was still unconscious, lifted up Rong Xuan's sleeve and put a gauze scarf for women's consultation. Just as he was about to take his pulse, he heard Wu Ya say:

"Doctor, this is my son."

The doctor looked at Rong Xuan's face and then at Wu Ya, and awkwardly removed the veil, and was about to take the pulse with his two fingers, when he heard Wu Ya say again:

"Doctor, my son has icy muscles and bones, you'd better stand in the way."

The doctor put the scarf on again helplessly, and Wu Ya said again:

"Doctor, can you really understand through a piece of gauze?"

The doctor was angry: "Master, what do you want?"

Wu Ya said: "... Is there a thinner gauze? It can be diagnosed clearly through the distance..."

Doctor: "..."

Wu Ya roughly told the doctor about Rong Xuan's situation, and the doctor asked:

"This son, what kind of stimulation has he received recently, or has his brain been traumatized?"

Wu Ya asked: "The doctor means..."

The doctor sighed and said: "If there is, your son may have lost his memory."

Rong Xuan, who was sitting unconscious on the chair, let out a muffled grunt, woke up rubbing his neck, squinted his eyes to look around and closed them again.

"The place has changed again... which country is it this time?"

"Xuan'er?"

Seemingly calling himself, Rong Xuan opened his eyes, and saw Wu Ya staring at him steadfastly, standing beside him was a young man who looked like a doctor with a worried face and a regretful face.

"what happened?"

The doctor explained: "Young master, don't worry..."

"That eye of yours saw me anxious?" Rong Xuan replied.

The doctor was choked up and didn't know how to respond.

Wu Ya quietly squatted beside Rong Xuan, and took his hand. Rong Xuan subconsciously wanted to withdraw his hand, but when he glanced back at the doctor's eyes, he suddenly felt that it was a little too harsh for him to shake off Jing Wu Ya's hand now. Save face.This Jing Wuya was indeed much better-looking than anyone he had seen before, since she was a beauty, he didn't have much to lose if he was held for a while.

"Xuan'er, if you take a good look at me again, you really don't remember me?"

Wu Ya asked a bit bitterly, Rong Xuan felt a little distressed for no reason.

"I really don't remember," Rong Xuan shrugged helplessly, then looked at Wu Ya and smiled, "But you are so good-looking, I don't mind bringing you by my side."

Wu Ya chuckled lightly, with a look of doting and loss in his eyes.

He reached out and gently stroked Rong Xuan's head, Rong Xuan looked up at him without avoiding it.

"It's really strange," Rong Xuan said, "The feeling of you touching my head like this is not unfamiliar to me."

Wu Ya smiled slightly.

"But I still can't remember who you are." Rong Xuan looked helpless.

"It's okay to forget, after all, last night was not a good memory." Wu Ya said softly.

Rong Xuan smiled, with a look of innocence and self-willedness, Wu Ya couldn't help but think of the little boy who was pestering him on Tianze Mountain back then to hug him.

It doesn't matter if you forget it, as long as you don't remember such dirty and nasty things forever.

But you forgot me, what should I do?

The author has something to say:

Rong Shizi has lost his memory, he doesn't remember Wu Ya, he forgot together with the atrocities that night, should he remember Wu Ya at this time, or not?