After Chuan Shu died, the four apprentices turned black

Chapter 17 Broken
Yue Xiao, who was in the emperor's arms, suddenly realized that something was wrong, and her successful smile immediately turned into nervousness. She raised her head and shook her father's arm vigorously:

"Father! You like Xiaoxiao the most, don't you?"

The emperor who was forcibly interrupted from his thoughts felt unhappy, but it was only for a moment.

"Of course, Xiaoxiao is my baby."

As he said so, he put down Yue Xiao, who was holding his clothes tightly, and cast his eyes on Concubine Wan, who was closely watching the situation, and said slowly:

"Children are young and ignorant, Xiaoxiao still needs to be taken care of by you."

Concubine Wan's heart sank, but she still kept a charming smile on her face, she looked very seductive, she nodded slightly in agreement: "Your Majesty is right."

Yue Xiao didn't quite understand what her father meant by her words. In short, she only mentioned herself in the words, which made her feel more valued, like a proud little peacock, standing beside her father and silently showing off to Yue Ying.

"As for Yueying..." The emperor frowned slightly, not wanting to mention that name, "My concubine just passed away, and I just took advantage of this day to find someone to take care of her."

"Your Majesty," Concubine Yuan walked over without thinking too much after hearing this, "The concubine and His Highness are very close to each other, and they don't have much to do on weekdays, so they are very leisurely."

Concubine Wan turned her beautiful eyes, and she had an expected look on her face.

Yue Ying looked at Concubine Yuan, then at the Emperor, and was about to express her opinion when she was interrupted.

"Okay, since Concubine Yuan said so, then Yue Ying can be raised in your palace."

With a big wave of his hand, he quickly arranged the matter, and he didn't mean to ask Yueying, nor did he carefully check whether what Concubine Yuan said was true, and he didn't care about the messy relationship in the harem.

A princess who lost her mother and concubine is just a stray kitten, a pot of flowers and plants that no one takes care of. No matter whether it is full of food or cold, whether it grows vigorously or withers, few people care about it.

He felt that it was good that he could do this.

You know, he has several children that he can't even match the names and faces.

Concubine Yuan thanked her, and came over to hug Yueying affectionately, and urged her to thank her too.

"Thank you, Father."

While Yue Ying was talking, she saw Yue Xiao who was clinging to the emperor, Concubine Wan who smiled and didn't pay attention to Yue Ying, and the emperor who was thinking about something with distant eyes. If it wasn't put on this banquet, the decision just now is insignificant compared to the big country he promised.

She suddenly realized that some of the things she was eager to win these days, such as the emperor's attention, such as some power, were not that important, and they were not so easy to get.

Because the emperor didn't care at all, he didn't care about the people around him, and he didn't care about his so-called beloved daughter.

All of this was imagined by themselves in constant self-suggestion and emphasis, imagining that they were loved and valued by the emperor, and they looked down on others. In fact, the emperor could abandon them for the sake of the country in a blink of an eye.

Essentially, Yueying does not belong to this world, so she looks at these people from a higher perspective, as if watching a performance.

Previously, because the performance was too vivid, she couldn't help but get involved in it and unconsciously participated, treating herself as one of them.

But now she suddenly realized that no matter what she did, it was just a memory, or even just a book. She only needed to finish the plot calmly like an audience, and her task was completed.

For a moment, the surrounding scene became blurred, the characters gradually became unreal and shattered, and the world seemed to be disappearing rapidly.

She quickly turned her head to look at Nangong Yuheng with a feeling, he was exceptionally clear among the crowd, the moment they looked at each other, Yueying seemed to be sucked into the vortex by his eyes, and her consciousness suddenly went blank.

"The memory recall is over, the plot is 5% complete, please continue to work hard on the host!"

The voice of the system came from her mind, waking her up again.

In the blink of an eye, the scene in front of him returned to reality, the bamboo house covered with paper, and the portraits painted by Nangong Yuheng everywhere.

He stared at her fixedly, time did not disappear, and everything was connected again.

"Why, are you scared?" He smiled at the corner of his mouth, his eyes darkened.

Yue Ying took a long breath, feeling like she had a dream within a dream and just woke up from the dream.

The biggest similarity between the grown-up Nangong Yuheng and his childhood is the eyes.

She unconsciously began to compare him when she was young with him now, and felt that it was more difficult to guess when she grew up, not as clear as when she was a child.

"Your Highness?"

"Miaosheng." She muttered softly.

Nangong Yuheng froze, and then said pleasantly:

"Your Highness, remember?"

Yueying held back her laughter and deliberately teased him: "Why don't you call me master? Nangong, you are not as cute as when you were a child."

The expression on his face changed, he was surprised and uncertain, as if he was not so happy anymore, but as if something was on his mind, he gradually became depressed, and his smile became forced.

Thin lips muttered to say something, but it was difficult to speak.

Yueying's heart skipped a beat, as if something wasn't right, she realized that she had only experienced a small part of her memory, and seeing Nangong Yuheng's reaction, something bad must have happened afterwards.

He did call Master Yue Ying when he was a child, and the two laughed and laughed together in the deserted garden. This is Yue Ying's only memory, and he thought it was very beautiful, but in the end he ignored a larger part of the memory.

"I do remember something, did I not ask the question well?"

Nangong Yuheng regained his composure and asked softly:
"What did your Highness remember?"

Now for Yueying, he is not as unfamiliar as before, because she has seen him when he was a child, but he is not as familiar as in the memory, so the tone is not intimate:

"We are in Huangyuan. I was a little fool before. The national teacher invited you to worship me as a teacher, and then I gradually became better. We planted vegetables and flowers in Huangyuan together, and studied and read every day. This is what we were at that time. A written note?"

She raised the copybook in her hand and observed Nangong Yuheng's expression.

There was not much expression on his handsome face, and as she described it, he seemed to start to recall the days back then, his brows and eyes relaxed.

"Ah...at that time."

His tone was distant, as if he was talking about something that happened a long time ago.

"It's been too long and I can't remember clearly. I just remember that I was very happy and ignorant at that time."

After objectively evaluating a few sentences, he didn't say any more, maybe he really didn't remember much.

"Also, what else did you think of?"

Yue Ying shook her head: "It's nothing."

There is also the emperor and the birthday banquet, she didn't say anything, she decided to keep some secrets, and communicate with him later depending on the situation.

Nangong Yuheng pondered for a moment:

"It seems that I remembered these things because I brought His Highness down to Huangyuan and was stimulated by familiar things. In this case, if you want to restore your memory in the future, you should take Your Highness to do more things that you used to do and watch things you used to watch."

(End of this chapter)