After Chuan Shu died, the four apprentices turned black

Chapter 3 Undercurrent
On the way back to the palace, the atmosphere was not as dull as imagined.

As if Nangong Yuheng had never been separated from Yue Ying, he started talking to her naturally.

"His Royal Highness has been away for more than 12 years. During these 12 years, I have been thinking about it day and night, worrying about whether His Highness is safe or not." He spoke frankly.

"12 years...worry you," Yue Ying cooperated with him, being polite and polite, trying her best to play her role of amnesia, "We must have had a good relationship before."

Nangong Yuheng was already hurt by her half-baked attitude, and it hurt even more after hearing her words.

His face was not very good-looking, so he forced a smile: "The relationship is not only good, His Highness and I used to depend on each other..."

System: "Trigger key memories!"

This reminder immediately cheered up Yue Ying, pricking up her ears to listen carefully to how the two depended on each other for life.

But the topic stopped abruptly, and he leaned on the sedan chair in a bad mood, with a sleepy expression and didn't intend to continue talking.

That's right, telling a person with amnesia that once, bitterness and happiness can't be empathized, but it makes people feel lonely in vain.

After a while, he cheered up again, and said with a smile: "Before, there were sixteen people who pretended to be His Highness, and today I thought it was No. 17."

Thinking of this, he smiled more cheerfully.

After sixteen disappointments, he was almost desperate, but he never expected that His Highness would come back again.

No wonder I heard him say No.17 before.

"Maybe I'm a fake too." Yue Ying joked, but felt a little sad for him in her heart.

Because strictly speaking, she is not the original Princess Mingchen, but just an innocent passerby who was involved by the system.

Unexpectedly, Nangong Yuheng immediately straightened up and leaned forward, firmly saying: "I will not mistake Your Highness, no matter how much His Highness changes, I can recognize him at a glance."

Yue Ying pursed her lips, she didn't dare to look directly into his dark and bright eyes.

Realizing her unnaturalness, Nangong Yuheng leaned back slowly: "Your Highness, don't worry, although we used to depend on each other, but now His Highness has lost his memory, and it's normal to feel stiff when getting along with me. It will be a long time in the future, and we will get along again , The palace has not changed much, I believe His Highness will remember."

Yue Ying heaved a sigh of relief, but she didn't expect Nangong Yuheng to be quite considerate.

"Master National Teacher, I will trouble you in the future."

He shook his head: "Your Highness's business is my business, so why bother? Your Highness is just like before...just call me Nangong."

previously?

Yueying was a little confused, and suddenly remembered that she had indeed called him Nangong in front of the palace gate, but it was because she was not familiar with the name for a while, so it was a little embarrassing.

"Your Highness used to call me Nangong." He said again.

Yueying had no choice but to agree.

Afterwards, he continued to gossip intermittently. The strange thing is that he never mentioned the relationship between the two of them as master and apprentice, nor did he call Yue Ying a master, but always called her His Highness.

If he doesn't mention it, she won't be able to ask. This is also the disadvantage of pretending to have amnesia.

I can only find a chance to ask in the future, Yueying is a little melancholy, the missing script is really too troublesome, and it is a long way to go to finish the mission.

Princess Mingchen is back.

The news spread like the wind in the palace, everyone from the emperor down to the laundry maids heard about it.

But everyone was just discussing secretly, and even the emperor didn't get involved.

It's not his turn to take care of the affairs of the national teacher, a puppet emperor, don't ask more questions that shouldn't be asked.

Everyone was silent in tacit agreement, as if there was no difference between what to do and what to do.

But the things sent to the national teacher have to be sent in double portions, and the daily meals have many tricks. Everyone is openly and secretly flattering the former princess who has returned inexplicably after 12 years of disappearance.

Nangong Yuheng went to the imperial doctor to see Yueying, but he didn't see anything, and only said that more rest would be good for recovering memory.

The medicine for conditioning the body was prescribed, but she thought it was too bad to drink. Nangong Yuheng just said it was too bad to drink and stopped drinking it.

Yueying ate and drank delicious food, and spent three days honestly in Nangong Yuheng's Yunmai Palace.

For three days, Nangong Yuheng watched over her during the day and did nothing but read and write.

She didn't leave until she fell asleep at night, and she didn't know where she slept. Anyway, Yueying could see him the next day when she opened her eyes, and she was almost inseparable.

No matter how big Yueying's heart is, she still feels uncomfortable, and always feels imprisoned in a disguised form, but Nangong Yuheng didn't say that she would not be allowed to go out, she did not go out by herself.

After all, she is not familiar with Nuo Da's palace, and there is nothing interesting to see when she goes out.

What's more, she also needs to stay with Nangong to facilitate the triggering of plots and reminders.

Thinking of this, Yueying was a little dissatisfied: "System, didn't you say that there will be reminders? I've been idle for three days, and I haven't made any progress."

The system aggrieved: "The reminder also needs to be triggered, it's not that I want to remind."

Yue Ying sighed and decided to take the initiative to do something.

Nangong Yuheng was sitting in front of the desk with his back facing her, carefully writing something, his quiet back made people dare not easily disturb him.

Yueying cautiously leaned over to look around, and saw that the ink characters on the fine paper were fresh, elegant, vigorous and powerful, and the slender fingers were holding the pen to write, which was quite a sight.

"Your Highness is also interested?" Nangong Yuheng's joking voice came.

"You write really well," Yue Ying sighed, not feeling guilty when she was caught peeking, "You say your writing is like a person, it's really good."

After boasting, she thought Nangong would be modest, but she couldn't wait for a long time for a response. She turned her head to look in doubt, and met his smiling eyes.

"Your Highness taught me well."

Before Yue Ying could figure out the meaning of this sentence, a well-crafted writing brush was stuffed in her hand, with the temperature of the previous pen holder still on it.

Nangong Yuheng got up from the seat, pressed her to the seat, took out the paper and replaced it with a new one, and then rubbed the ink. The whole set of movements seemed to be done thousands of times.

"Your Highness, write it." He stood aside with a smile, like a little book boy.

Yueying was driven to the shelves, but she was not stage fright. For some reason, she was inexplicably interested in writing two words after she took the pen.

So she followed what Nangong Yuheng had written earlier, and started to write in a fluttering manner.

One of the two's characters is elegant and the other is beautiful, but if you look closely, you can see some similarities.

Nangong Yuheng held the wet paper as if he had found a treasure, and watched it for a long time. Those who didn't know it thought it was a famous masterpiece, and Yueying felt a little embarrassed.

"Your Highness's words haven't changed at all."

"Trigger key memories!"

"Action reminder: get the old copybook."

System sounds sounded one after another.

Yueying was taken aback for a moment, then said calmly, "Is that true, what I wrote before is also like this?"

Nangong Yuheng nodded: "Your Highness doesn't believe me, I still have the copybooks from His Highness' childhood."

(End of this chapter)