I pretend to be affectionate in front of my foe

Yan Yun pretended to be an imperial guard, and rescued Xiao Yiran in front of him.

For Xiao Yiyang, this was not a pleasant thing.

Now, Yan Yun is still secretly protecting Xiao Yiran, helping him take care of everything in the army when he was injured.

The more Xiao Yiyang thought about it, the angrier he became, he kicked the table on top of him.

Stacks of memorials fell down immediately, piled up in a mess all over the floor.

Xiao Yiyang looked angry, and just about to call someone to clean it, the spies sent a letter.

It was Xiao Yiran's letter.

The spies didn't know what happened, they only knew that after Xiao Yiyang read the letter, he angrily tore up the letter paper and kicked him out together.

Xiao Yiran blatantly disobeyed the emperor's order and refused to return to the palace on the pretext of recovering from his injuries.

Recalling the few words on the letter, Xiao Yiyang seemed to be able to see Xiao Yiran's contemptuous eyes looking at him through the letter paper.

Contempt with disdain.

The rare good weather in Mount Liao, the sun was shining brightly, the sky was cloudless, and even the strong wind that could blow people away on weekdays turned into a breeze.

The remaining brothers of the Yan family army were practicing kung fu, while Yan Yun was lying listlessly on the hillside.

With a grass in his mouth, his legs crossed, he lay his pillow on the grass and didn't know what he was thinking.

Da Zhuang, who was also doing nothing like him, pulled out a dog's tail grass and came to lie down next to Yan Yun.

"Your Highness, what are you doing here?"

Yan Yun hadn't had time to get used to this address, until Da Zhuang's face suddenly magnified in front of his eyes, and Yan Yun realized that Da Zhuang was calling him.

"Basking in the sun." Yan Yun suddenly felt that something was wrong, so he asked suspiciously, "How do you speak Jiang Guo dialect so well?"

Da Zhuang is a subordinate of the third prince of the Qiang Kingdom. He is a native of the Qiang Kingdom. It stands to reason that he shouldn't be able to speak the language of the Jiang Kingdom so fluently.

Yan Yun was puzzled, but his voice was still sloppy, which didn't let Da Zhuang see that something was wrong.

In the past few days in Pida Mountain, Yan Yun also sent someone to secretly watch Da Zhuang, but he didn't find anything unusual about him, and he was honest and honest, so he also dispelled his doubts about him.

Now, because Da Zhuang's Jiang Guo dialect was too standard, Yan Yun had to be suspicious again, in case he was a spy sent by the palace.

Then Da Zhuang didn't think too much about it. When Yan Yun asked, he didn't shy away from it, and replied very naturally: "His Royal Highness follows your biological father's Jiang Kingdom blood, and usually communicates with his subordinates in Jiang Kingdom dialect." Point, didn't you tell your subordinates to learn Jiangguo dialect?"

"You also know that I can't remember some things." Yan Yun fooled Da Zhuang, became interested in this topic, and continued to ask: "Is my father very powerful?"

Yan Yun wanted to say something, but Da Zhuang didn't doubt it, and answered whatever he asked: "King Yixuan is naturally a hero who is brave and good at fighting."

"King Yixuan of Jiang Country?" Yan Yun repeated incredulously.

Da Zhuang was startled by Yan Yun's suddenly amplified voice, thinking that he had made a mistake, he rubbed his head and said repeatedly: "Yes, it is King Yixuan of Jiang Kingdom."

Yan Yun: "King Yixuan only has one son, and he is the Yan Shizi of Jiang Kingdom."

"Your Highness, keep your voice down!" Da Zhuang quickly covered Yan Yun's mouth, and said cautiously, "Keep quiet!"

"The battle is tense now, Your Highness, please be careful, after all, we are still on the border of Jiang Country."

Yan Yun pushed Da Zhuang's hand away, and said in a low voice, "Elder Yan Shizi of Jiang Country can be regarded as my twin brother."

"What do you mean, that is! Is your mind completely useless?" Da Zhuang said as he approached, "It seems that His Highness's brain has been hit too badly, and he can't remember such important things. "

"So my mother, Princess Yixuan? Is she the saint of the Qiang Kingdom?" Yan Yun expressed the conjecture in his heart.

Da Zhuang looked around before whispering, "It's just like His Highness said."

The current situation was beyond Yan Yun's expectation. He didn't know that he had a twin brother, and his mother was a saint of the Qiang Kingdom.

The succession of the throne in the Qiang Kingdom is different from that in the Jiang Kingdom.

In addition to the emperor's own son who can inherit the throne, the son of a saint girl can also inherit the throne.

For hundreds of years, the war between Jiang Kingdom and Qiang Kingdom has never stopped.

If it is true what Da Zhuang said, King Yixuan of the majestic Jiang Kingdom and the saint of the Qiang Kingdom marry privately, which can be regarded as a death penalty for collaborating with the enemy.

Thinking about it, Yan Yun suddenly felt that the deaths of King Yixuan and Princess Wang might not have been accidental.

This unbelievable news came too unexpectedly, Yan Yun only felt dazed.

Thinking of his parents who had passed away for a long time, Yan Yun couldn't help feeling a pang of sadness in his heart.

That year, Yan Yun was 16 years old.

At the age of high spirits, he is like a new shoot that has just grown, and is forced to die in the soil before it can germinate.

The funeral banners blown by the cold wind in Prince Yixuan's mansion seemed to be right in front of him.

That year, the entire palace was in mourning.

There were cries one after another in the mourning hall, but no one was really sad.

Their faces are like rotten wood, and even their expressions are imitated and stiff.

No one can empathize with 16-year-old Yan Yun when his family is destroyed.

Except Xiao Yiran.

Long-forgotten memories flooded back, and the pain that Yan Yun tried so hard to forget came to light again.

The difference is that this time, when Yan Yun's memories were spliced ​​together, those intermittent and elusive images became continuous and vivid.

Memories that have been dusted for a long time are instantly awakened.

Every picture in Yan Yun's 16-year-old memory is full of the same sorrow and depravity.

The only difference is that in every scene where Yan Yun is distraught and wants to sink to death, there seems to be a familiar figure——Xiao Yiran.

That figure is there every time, but every time it is unknown.

In the past, Yan Yun only cared about indulging in sadness, and didn't notice it at all.

Now looking at the long-hidden past, Yan Yun suddenly felt that the figure that he hadn't noticed before was actually the honey lost at his fingertips during that period of corruption.

Bitter sweet.

It is the bitter sweetness that is forced to evaporate before brewing and fermenting.

"Your Highness, when we say these things in the future, keep a low profile." Da Zhuang turned his head after speaking, and found that there was no one around him.

Yan Yun didn't know when he had run away without a trace.

On the other side of Pida Mountain, the door of Chen Mo's small wooden house in disrepair was hit hard again.

The door of the cabin was pushed open with a bang without warning.

Yan Yun was panting from running, snatched Chen Mo's medicine jar as soon as he entered the door, and eagerly pulled him to sit down at the table.

"Chen Mo, I seem to remember the forgotten memory."

Hearing this, Chen Mo's calm eyes swayed slightly, and then he wrote: "This is really normal."

"Although I used medicine on you to make you forget it temporarily, but whether you want to remember it or not depends entirely on your own will."

"You mean, this is what I want to think of myself?"

Yan Yun's tone could not be said to be distressed, but even a little excited: "Actually, it's good to remember."

This sentence is more like mumbling.

Looking at Yan Yun's expression, a trace of self-mockery flashed in Chen Mo's eyes, and he wrote immediately: "I thought you didn't want that memory."

"When I first saw you, you had a face of resistance, and Xiao Yiran was standing beside you."

After writing this, Chen Mo stopped suddenly, and continued writing after a while: "You tell him to leave quickly, you don't want to see him again."

"So I thought he hurt you."

"Yeah." Yan Yun stared at the table, as if a bit regretful: "That's what I said at the time."

"But he didn't hurt me, instead he helped me."

After hearing Yan Yun's answer, Chen Mo quietly concealed the disappointment on his face, and wrote, "What about now?"

"What's your attitude towards him now?"

As if realizing that he was talking too much, Chen Mo put down the pen and paper after writing this sentence, and threw himself into the pile of herbs again, as if he didn't care about Yan Yun's answer at all.

Yan Yun did not expect Chen Mo's series of reactions. He chased after Chen Mo to ask for clarification, but was kicked out.

That's fine, because Yan Yun doesn't know how to answer this question.

What kind of attitude should be used to treat Xiao Yiran is really a headache.

After all, Xiao Yiran was a man who had other thoughts about him.

Speaking of Xiao Yiran, Yan Yun remembered that he hadn't replied to the letter he wrote to him.

No wonder Yan Yun always felt that something was wrong, so the problem lies here.

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