Divine Doctor Huan Concubine: Nine thousand years old, let it go to the end!

Chapter 2011 Wen Rong and I fell in love?
When Lie Jiuqing woke up, it was still a quarter of an hour before March [-]rd was about to end.

She wanted to sit up and do something, but she couldn't get up.

She lay on the bed in a daze, her lips slowly tightening, and there was a sharp pain in her pale fingertips. She suddenly covered her heart and curled up in one place.

it hurts!

It's nothing more than a thousand cuts!
In her previous life, she was clearly imprisoned by Lie Qingcheng for several months, but the pain was far from this.

Why did her inner strength disappear without a trace, why did her appearance change, why did her memory change due to the poisoning.

If she hadn't clearly remembered everything she had experienced before her death and clearly distinguished her past and present lives, she would not have known that her memory had been altered.

Why was it changed?
"what!"
At the heart, the blue-black blood suddenly became ferocious, from the wrist to the arm to the upper body, until it penetrated the back of the neck and disappeared into the end of the eyes.

Lie Jiuqing shuddered in pain as his eyes were bitten.

The door was pushed open, Mo Huai came over quickly, and his inner energy poured in. Lie Jiuqing was unable to say for a long time: "Thank you..."
Mo Huai took out the jug and poured a few sips of wine, "You should listen to my advice and raise him for a year before coming here."
"One year?" Lie Jiuqing smiled bitterly, "If I wait for one year, even if I am alive, my brain will not work properly. I am afraid that I will not be able to remember the forgotten past at all."
"..." Mo Huai didn't know how Lie Jiuqing persuaded Gu Qian, but along the way, she really almost lost her life several times.

And now...

Mo Huai looked at her silver hair.

All 72 golden needles were inserted into the brain just to stay awake.

Is Wen Rong crazy or Jiu Qing is more crazy?
"You will be raised here these days. I have prepared everything you need, but... I would like to advise you to cherish your life."
Lie Jiuqing couldn't help but ask, "Wen Rong and I fell in love?"
Mo Huai never stopped, "You have to ask yourself the answer."
Disappeared memories, forgotten lovers, even if he told her, would her heart still be the same?
Lie Jiuqing lay quietly, covering his heart that was slowly aching, and slowly closing his fingertips, "Why doesn't anyone say a word about you..."
Except for one sentence, Wen Rong is nothing more than a dead person.

Maybe it was because they didn't mention it at all that she cared so much... Why did she care so much...

Since the palace coup, nine thousand years has become a taboo. Lie Jiuqing forgets where he heard this name, and he doesn't remember who said Wen Rong loves Lie Jiuqing.

In short, after hearing this name, she remembered it over and over again, and forgot it over and over again...

"Wen Rong... Wen Rong..."
If they had fallen in love, why didn't her heart respond at all?
It doesn’t mean that if you love deeply, your soul will remember it.

Lie Jiuqing gradually couldn't hold on anymore and fell into a dream again. Another name always appeared in the dream.

Fu Ziqi.

It was as if she was reading someone else's story, but always felt that it happened to her at a certain moment.

She may even feel that she really loves Boya...

Darkness came, snowflakes were flying, and a figure appeared quickly and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Lie Jiuqing slept for three days. When he woke up, the sky rarely cleared up.

She lay on her side on the bed, drank the soup with difficulty, and then looked at the window.

Duoduo was helpless, "Miss, it's too cold in Liangcheng. You can't get a bit of wind, so you have to endure it."
Lie Jiuqing murmured, "I just smell the roses. Go pick a few for me..."
Hearing this, Duoduo said helplessly, "I know you like it, but you can only smell it from a distance. You are covered in red rash when you touch the petals, how can I dare to bring them in for you?"

(End of this chapter)