The Qing Dynasty's Mingyue's Heart of a Good King

Being under this tree gave him a very familiar and peaceful feeling.It seems to be unprecedented tranquility and peace of mind, this feeling seems to be the last thing I want to give up deep in my heart.

Zhang Liang took out the hairpin from his waist, and the surrounding was peaceful.Looking at the hairpin in his hand, the breeze gently brushed the leaves, and he could hear a sad piano sound in a trance.

Shuzi couldn't help but want to interrupt him in the corridor, but she was stopped by the thief with sharp eyes: "I think Zifang doesn't want anyone to disturb him now, do you think so? Miss Shuzi... "

"But..." But I don't want to... "Isn't this bad? Why do I have to remember? Is this bad?"

This woman... There was a flash of light in Tianming's eyes, and he looked at her with a faint smile: "You seem to be very unwilling... What? Is it because he is afraid that he will abandon you for my mother's sake?"

Shuzi's expression turned ugly when he said that.

Zhang Liang closed his eyes, and an unrealistic voice faintly sounded in his ears: "This is the first time Zifang gave a hairpin to a woman to wear!"

"Is it my pleasure?"

"It is also the honor of the ovary"

The blurry picture emerged in his mind, he could still see that the man in Confucian costume was himself, and he was holding the hair and wearing the hairpin for the woman in white under the tree, calm and clear.

Zhang Liang opened his eyes, he looked up at the lush leaves, and his heart couldn't be calmed down. "This tree..." is the tree that appeared in the picture just now, the woman in white... holding the hairpin in her hand tightly and whispering: "Qing'er"

"Brother Yan, hurry up"

A girl's call caught their attention, and they saw a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl jogging ahead, followed by a man they were all very familiar with.

"It's Mr. Yan Er, why did he come out of the deep valley and come back here?" Robber Zhili stood on the railing and looked at Yan Lu who was walking in the distance.

"I haven't been back for many years. I didn't expect Xiaoshengxianzhuang to be the same as before, but the library is gone." Yan Lu looked at everything here with emotion.

"Second senior brother" Zhang Liang walked towards him immediately after seeing Yan Lu.

Yan Lu looked at the visitor in surprise: "Zifang, how could you..."

"Let me tell you about this. Zifang resigned from his official position and no longer waited. This time he came here to retrieve his lost memory." Bandit Zhi stepped forward and said.

Looking for memories with Ziqing... Yan Lu's face was a little surprised: "Since Zifang has become a family, why bother to remember the past?"

"Second senior brother, Zifang didn't marry a wife back then." Zhang Liang explained hastily: "When Zi...Qing'er came, Zifang chased after her, so she didn't get married."

All the people present were startled by his voice, Yan Lu asked hesitantly, "Why did you call Ziqing just now?"

"Qing...er" Zhang Liang called again in a daze: this title seems so natural, as if it should be called like this.

"What do you remember?" Tianming asked nervously.

Zhang Liang lowered his eyes and looked at the hairpin in his hand in confusion: "Every time I see this hairpin, I feel very familiar. Just now under the tree, I can vaguely see some pictures. I was the one who held this hairpin to tie the hair of a woman in white."

"This hairpin is a token of love that you once gave to Ziqing, Ovary, but I haven't seen this hairpin since Ziqing returned to Yougu five years ago." Yan Lu looked at the hairpin, feeling sad in his heart. I don't want to accept this fact: now it seems that what Mochen said back then is true...

Master, was it really as the little master said back then?Was it really the lord who seriously injured you?Then, should Xiaoxi develop a potion to remind the lord of his memories?The elf looked at Zhang Liang sadly: "Did you hurt my master back then?"

"Who is the master the girl said?"

"The master she mentioned is my mother," Tian Ming interjected from the side.