After wearing lotus essence

Rong Mu didn't feel much drowsiness at first, but now he was completely awake. He groped around on the pavilion's branches, carefully avoiding those fragile ornaments.

The pavilion that Uncle Dong let him live in turned out to be such a private place.

If Shang Cizhou didn't pay attention to these things, who would dare to do such delicate work in front of His Highness the Crown Prince.

Rong Mu's thoughts changed sharply, so Shang Cizhou liked lotus so much, why did he show such a terrifying expression to Bi Jiangxue when he first met him on a rainy night.

When one is alone, one can see the real state the most. Rong Mu believed in his own eyes, so the tyrant at that time must have had no feelings for Bi Jiangxue and might even be thinking about how to use it...

So all these years, from the special construction of a pavilion, Shang Cizhou to the appearance of a dog in the palace, what has happened to Shang Cizhou?

Rong Mu's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

This emperor... Could it be that he forgot that he liked lotus flowers when he was a child?

It is not impossible that as people grow older, many people will forget the things they used to like most and throw them away like shoes.

Thinking about something, Rong Mu slowly moved to the window, and stood where Uncle Dong stood just now.Tingzhi Que deserves to be the best viewing location in the East Palace. Standing here, you can clearly see the entire Yuhu Lake and the rockery garden beside the Yuhu Lake.

Inexplicably, Rong Mu felt that this scene was somewhat familiar, and tapped on the window with his slender fingertips.

No, it won't.

According to Shang Cizhou's temperament, and this person's keen mind, it is impossible to forget that he once liked something so much.

Unless...he had no memory of the experience at all.

He forgot how to like a thing that has been criticized by the late emperor as a "demon flower".

Rong Mu took a deep breath.

Unexpectedly, this tyrant is really mentally ill.

For so many years, whenever he came back to look at him, he knew that he had such an experience. He might not remember it, but at least he could subconsciously be kind to Lianhua.

But looking at Uncle Dong's appearance, the Prince's Mansion has never been opened since it lost its owner, just like Shang Cizhou locked up all the old things here after killing the last group of people, Is it a mansion or a memory.

Rong Mu sighed softly, and the dragonfly that had just landed on his fingertips came up again, and this time it landed directly on top of his head.

Rong Mu blew upwards, but the little thing still refused to leave, he looked up and ignored it.

"If Shang Cizhou could remember that he once loved Lianhua..." Then his situation would be much better.

Unfortunately, there is no such thing.

A person who can completely forget the things he was once obsessed with must have used unusual means, either forced or active.

In short, no matter which one it is, it will definitely make Shang Cizhou feel completely uncomfortable.

Only when you reach a desperate situation and have to move forward, will you choose to forget the past and fabricate a brand new self.

"Lang Xi talked about being completely enlightened. Could it be this?" The night wind from Yuhu Lake was blowing head-on, Rong Mu let out a breath, looked at the mist on the lake not far away and said to himself, "I live in The young master of Ting Zhi Que? This is a big problem."

The emperor is three chaste and nine strong, he can't talk about any feelings, he can only be simple and rude - find a substitute to resist the peach blossoms.

If the person who used to be here is Shang Cizhou's true love...

How could Uncle Dong arrange him in such a pavilion?It's not about messing with him!

Just thinking about it, his eyes paused, and suddenly he saw a figure sitting in a trance on the misty rockery.

The figure was a little smaller than him, as if he was playing a piccolo by his mouth. As the sound of the flute gradually rose, the mist on the Yuhu lake grew thicker at some point, and came towards the pavilion in a mighty manner.

Rong Mu was startled, what's the situation?

He frowned, and had no choice but to brush his sleeves. Suddenly, the noisy voice of the guards rang in his ears, and he was so engrossed in his thoughts that he didn't realize when the guards came over.

The sound of the piccolo gradually increased, and Rong Mu knew how much he was, so he quickly stepped back, thinking that the thief that Uncle Dong was looking for could be the figure on the rockery!

Thinking of this, he was about to step forward to close the window, but the man turned his head suddenly as if he had noticed something, and met his eyes in an instant.

The night was hazy, I couldn't see the color of the man's eyes clearly, I could only vaguely see that the other party was covered in water, as if he had just come out of the lake, Rong Mu slammed a window shut, and before he could look back, he saw another tall black The figure moved slightly towards Yuhu.

Rong Mu: "..."

What's the matter, this East Palace has been inhabited for ten years, and the first time he came, it started to be lively that night, right?

He is just a delicate flower, he doesn't want to participate in these beatings and killings, the government guards are already arresting people, what Rong Mu has to do is to protect his big stupid vat, and just don't let this really delicate flower get any harm.

He turned around, didn't have the time to think about it, and ran downstairs without even bringing the candlestick.

The window in front of Bi Jiangxue was still half open, Rong Mu was about to run over to close it, when he saw a figure flying towards this side, and directly smashed into the pavilion through the open window.

He froze for a moment, his heart beating fast.

The person who fell in seemed to be the person who was on the rockery just now. He was holding a blue piccolo in his hand, and his red clothes were shining with fine ripples. His long hair was braided into loose braids and hung down in front of him. Numb for a while.

Good guy, this, this looks like a minor!How to catch this? !

"Uncle Dong, Dong—uh!"

His mouth was sealed suddenly, and the young boy on the ground got up instantly and approached him. His amber eyes were so brightly illuminated by the candlelight that they seemed unable to blink at all.

Rong Mu's pupils shrank, and his fingers clenched slightly. He had never had such a strong sense of crisis, so that for the first time, Bi Jiangxue behind him slowly lit up a layer of light to protect himself, and even the fog was isolated from the outside. .

The young man looked beautiful and didn't speak, he seemed to be dumb, his clothes were soaked and he didn't look uncomfortable, he just stared at him with a pair of eyes, as if he was about to be destroyed in the next moment.

It's just the first night in the East Palace, so I'm really unlucky!

Rong Mu was gritting his teeth when he heard Uncle Dong's surprised voice coming from outside the door.

"His Majesty?!"

Rong Mu: "..."

Business Ciri?

When did Shang Cizhou teleport over?Or did he not return to the palace at all?The black shadow just now——

Rong Mu struggled, taking advantage of the moment when Uncle Dong interfered with the boy, he backhanded him and pushed him out.

At the same time, the gate of Ting Zhi Que was pushed open by a man with a sullen face, and behind him were scattered guards who knelt down and treated the master like an assassin.

The three confronted each other, the situation was extremely weird, if Rong Mu didn't know that the two of them didn't like him, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that this scene is a Shura field.

Rong Mu Caihua Benhua didn't see clearly how Shang Cizhou moved, nor how the real intruder got up on the ground, the two just fought in front of him.

Shang Ciri's face was expressionless and he struck fiercely. Although the man was at a disadvantage, he was small and thin and slid as fast as a fish. After only a few moves, he jumped out of the window looking for an opportunity. The jumping notes suddenly popped out.

Shang Cizhou's figure stopped suddenly, he gritted his teeth and pulled the cauliflower Rongmu behind him, the note was even louder when he saw it.

Seeing that the situation was out of order, the hidden guards in the dark jumped out one after another, but in the blink of an eye, the flute player disappeared into the mist strangely, only the echo of the flute reminded him that he had been here before.

When Rong Mu came back to his senses, he went to Bi Jiangxue for the first time, seeing that Bi Jiangxue was twisting her slender waist and nothing serious happened, so he turned his head to look at Shang Cizhou.

But before he had time to ask, he saw that the other party was in pain, frowning tightly, and the moment the cold sweat rolled down his forehead, he suddenly spit out a mouthful of accumulated blood.

Rong Mu was shocked and almost ran forward to catch him.

Isn't this, this tyrant strong and healthy?How can I vomit blood after listening to a few lines of music!

Uncle Dong followed in with a pale face, and hurriedly hissed for someone to go to the palace to ask for the imperial physician.

Rong Mu was at a loss, worry filled his heart in an instant, the rest of the people did not dare to breathe, the emperor suddenly grabbed his hand, and looked over with sinister eyes: "Rong Mu, did I tell you that you are not allowed to enter the locked house?" ?"

Uncle Dong knelt up and said in a deep voice, "Your Majesty, forgive me! It's my slave's idea! Mr. Rong doesn't know anything about it!"

Shang Cizhou's expression had never been so gloomy. He wiped the blood on his lips with his thumb, laughed abruptly, and turned his voice: "Go, find that flute player."

Before Rong Mu could react, someone flew out secretly.

In less than a few hours, the people in the Eastern Palace were able to face Rong Mu.Shang Cizhou looked at him slowly: "Yi Lian is in the water, it has been a erotic song that has been isolated for many years, I never thought that I would hear it from Rong Shijun, and following Rong Shijun alone, life is really wonderful .”

Rong Mu took a deep breath, pulled out the handkerchief he touched upstairs just now from his cuff, and covered Shang Cizhou's mouth.

"I'm guilty and I'll retry later. Give me now, and wait for the imperial doctor to come. Did you vomit blood or saliva?"

Shang Cizhou's face was really ugly, a gust of mist engulfed in the night wind blew into the pavilion, Rong Mu suddenly remembered that this place used to be the man's favorite pavilion, and maybe his treasured sweetheart lived there.

It's just that things are different now, and it's not as good as it was back then.

Rong Mu's mood was extremely complicated. He took a light breath, and then wrapped his other hand around Shang Cizhou's waist to support him. The two of them almost embraced each other. .

"Forget it, I don't care about the patient, and I won't be angry when I pat it. When you are well, I will make you your favorite lotus root starch. I am a good hand at making this."

Shang Cizhou's expression froze, and his pupils flickered for a moment.

Uncle Dong, who was kneeling not far away, suddenly raised his eyes to look at Rong Mu, his withered fingers gradually tightened, and after a while his forehead touched the ground to suppress all the shocked expressions.