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Ye Haoran stared at Ye Fengya with wide eyes, didn't understand why he was asked to do such a thing, but still said calmly and imposingly: "Get up." The voice contained the unique childish voice of a child, majestic and majestic. With a touch of loveliness.He was not at all nervous about so many people. There were tens of thousands of people in a meeting in KNC, and he stood beside Gui Sha without fear.

Each of those people in KNC is a hundred times more ruthless than these ordinary people.

Ye Fengya put him down, took his little hand and Leng Rutong with one hand, stepped on the red carpet and walked into the city.Leng Rutong raised her head and looked around, feeling familiar with this brightly lit ancient city. This is the place where she lived before, as expected.

She was dressed in a gorgeous red dress, walking on the red carpet, her steps were calm and elegant, and her figure was upright, so elegant that people couldn't take their eyes off her, especially the playful look on her ostentatious face, which was even more impressive. I was very happy to see it.

The people discussed slightly before and after, expressing disbelief that the Seventh Concubine appeared again, and where did she appear from? This is too unbelievable.Some people have doubts in their hearts, is it just someone who looks similar to the seventh concubine?

But what a smart king their lord is, there should be no mistake.

Then look at the young son who is as calm and unhurried as an adult, who is born seventy percent like the lord, and the kingly aura between his brows is so natural, it's no wonder it's not the lord's blood.

This is simply like a myth, the seventh imperial concubine is alive.

Leng Rutong let the people discuss and just looked around. Although he felt familiar, he was still quite unfamiliar with these buildings, at least he couldn't name them.She wanted to look for something that could exist in her mind, but found that there was none.

Ye Fengya held her catkin tightly: "Tong'er, don't think too hard, let it be." He also lost his memory, he could understand her eagerness to find familiar things, and he was afraid of her Tired myself out.

"Mother...look at that...that's your name!" Ye Haoran suddenly called out excitedly as if discovering a new world, broke free from Ye Fengya's big palm, and went to a wall beside the street run away.

It was a poster that had turned yellow and the handwriting was unclear. On it, the words "Gongzihun, the most formal, and a healthy horse" could be vaguely seen. The other handwriting was already unclear due to the sun and rain, but those few words Ye Haoran knew it was as cold as a pupil at a glance.

He walked over and touched the poster with his little feet, but the poster was shattered like dust by his little hands, and scraps of paper fell down.

"Ye Haoran, be careful not to get the confetti in your eyes." Leng Rutong shouted from behind, Ye Fengya had already leaped over, stretched out her long arms, and waved away the confetti with her wide cloud sleeves.

"Mother, this poster has been around for many years... It seems that you left it at the beginning." Ye Haoran stretched out her head from Ye Fengya's embrace and said in surprise.

Leng Rutong also walked over curiously, gently caressing the weathered and rotten paper. It was indeed her handwriting, and only a modern person like her could write such Chinese sentences. It was written five years ago. , it still exists on this wall.

"It's been so many years, the handwriting has turned yellow and can't be seen clearly, why hasn't anyone cleaned it up?" Leng Rutong murmured, isn't this affecting the appearance of the city.

Just as she was wondering, Ye Haoran broke away from Ye Fengya's arms and ran to the wall on the other side, "Mother, someone must have deliberately refused to clean it up, look at the empress dowager on the wall. The rankings are all five years ago. The night calendar is 66 years old."

Ye Haoran stood in front of a yellow imperial list that had not been seen for a long time, and carefully analyzed it. The inscription on the imperial list said that the night calendar was 66 years, which was the year when Leng Rutong disappeared.

"It's not just the imperial list on the wall, even the people in Yege City haven't changed. In the past five years, there have been very few people who have been born, aged, sick and died. They are all waiting for the return of your concubine." A loud voice sounded from the crowd, coldly Rutong turned her head to look for it, and saw a young master in a blue robe walking towards them, he looked familiar to her.

Moreover, if he dared to walk towards them in front of Ye Fengya, he must have some official rank.

Leng Rutong looked at Ye Fengya with suspicious eyes, Ye Fengya smiled and patted the back of her hand and whispered in her ear: "This is my cousin, Tang Rufeng, who you trusted the most before."

Leng Rutong shrugged: "I'm not asking you who he is, I'm asking you, why don't you let people tear off these obstructive psoriasis." Knowing that many things from five years ago are preserved here, Leng Rutong My heart throbbed, and I really felt that it was worth coming back for this man.

Ye Fengya said in a low voice: "I don't want you to come back, everything has changed." He sighed again: "But you have forgotten everything, and these are in vain."

Leng Rutong curled her lips: "It's not in vain, at least I know that my man is really waiting for me to come back. How do you judge that I will definitely come back?"

Hao Shan is not white. "God dare not, unless he wants to see all the people in the world suffer." Ye Fengya said coldly.

Leng Rutong slightly opened her small mouth, and looked at him in surprise, this man dared to fight against God for her, and he killed such a person just to let her return, what kind of rugged thinking is this?As the Taoist priest of Wudang Mountain, he was against the heavens. . .It seems that such a person should have no problem dealing with Guisha, she shouldn't be worried all the time.

Tang Rufeng came over and exclaimed: "Cousin! It's really you!" His brows and eyes were filled with joy, and he regretted not going out with the lord this time, so that he could see his cousin as soon as possible joy.

Leng Rutong glanced at him with raised eyebrows, then nodded slightly: "Long time no see, cousin, Ye Haoran, come quickly and meet uncle."

Tang Rufeng was still surprised, staring blankly at Leng Rutong, with exactly the same eyebrows, exactly the same look, not even his cousin, and couldn't find any difference.

When Ye Haoran heard that there were relatives, she immediately jumped over and looked up at Tang Rufeng, smiling obediently and shouting, "Hello, uncle."

Tang Rufeng was stunned again, the corners of his eyes became wet for no reason, and he caressed Ye Haoran's little face with slightly trembling hands: "This...is still alive, still alive."

Ye Haoran froze his mouth and let him caress him. He hated the touch of a strange uncle, not Tang Rufeng, but the intimacy of strangers. Except for his own father, he didn't like the touch of anyone else.Ye Fengya seemed to sense his displeasure, and quickly stretched out her hand to pull him into her arms: "Cousin, where is Grandpa?"

The words have been released long ago, it is impossible for grandpa not to know, and he definitely will not take a rest at night.

"He...was afraid that the news was false, and he was too disappointed to accept it, so let me confirm it first." Tang Rufeng realized that he had acted too fiercely, and put away his emotions without haste.

"Isn't there a flying pigeon for him?"

"I haven't fallen asleep since I received Feige last night. I've been waiting. If my cousin is still healthy, why don't you go back and see the old man first." Tang Rufeng asked tentatively. Normally, my cousin would not refuse.

Leng Rutong turned his head to look at Ye Fengya again, frowning slightly, looking a little tired.

"Tong'er is tired, let's talk about it tomorrow." Ye Fengya answered for her.

Tang Rufeng was taken aback for a moment, but he didn't ask any further questions, and nodded, "Then this humble minister hastened to go back and report, lest the old man keep worrying about it."

"Get back." Ye Fengya hugged Leng Rutong in her arms and said with concern: "If Tong'er is tired, we will go back home."

Leng Rutong shook her head: "Don't go back to the mansion, let's go to Gongzihun..." Leng Rutong remembered the content on the poster, that place seemed to be related to her, so she wanted to take a look and find her memory.

Ye Fengya nodded, and led the two of them to the Baihualou. 13acv.

Song Guizhi watched the Nine-Five Supreme Master walking towards them from a distance, and quickly adjusted his appearance nervously, and said to the girl behind: "Hurry up and fix it, don't let the Seventh Concubine laugh at us." Five years. . .Everyone thought that the Seventh Concubine was dead, but the Seventh Concubine came back alive. Song Guizhi was nervous and looking forward to whether the Concubine had changed in the past five years.

Jiao San glanced at her from the side: "The imperial concubine has no time to laugh at you."

"Go, go, I don't have time to argue with you." Song Guizhi stretched out his orchid finger and waved at Jiao San. Seeing that Ye Fengya and the others were approaching, they immediately greeted them and said in surprise: "The grass people have seen the Lord, the empress and the son. .”

"Well... get up." Ye Fengya lazily replied.

"Your Majesty must be exhausted from the rush of horses and horses. Why don't you go to Young Master Hun to loosen your muscles and bones." Song Guizhi raised his eyebrows and looked at Leng Rutong, and boldly came up with an idea.

Although Leng Rutong has no memory of her, she is very interested in her proposal, she nodded quickly: "Okay, okay, I just want to go and have a look, you lead the way."

Ye Fengya shook Leng Rutong's hand slightly, his face darkened obviously, and he said softly: "Tong'er...you can go, but you can't let those people touch you! Otherwise I will Cut off their hands."

"Oh..." Leng Rutong made a long voice and turned to Song Guizhi: "This expression, does it mean that the young master soul has something particularly interesting?"

Ye Fengya looked at Song Guizhi with some resentment.

Song Guizhi received the lord's angry stare, so he didn't dare to talk nonsense, but replied with a fake smile: "It's nothing special... No... Didn't the son's soul come from your own idea, the concubine? What fun do you have..."

Ye Fengya's complexion became darker and darker, and Song Guizhi was so frightened that she didn't dare to continue speaking. She also seemed to feel that Leng Rutong was abnormal. She usually calls her Song Mama, but today she doesn't seem to know her.

In five years, has the imperial concubine forgotten her?But it's not enough to forget the young master's soul. .

Leng Rutong curled her lips aggrievedly: "I lost my memory...forgot all of you, I'm sorry."