Emperor Leng's favorite belly black mad concubine

Chapter 1735 Memories Seven Years Ago
She looked him up and down, as if observing something.

Mo Lan felt Ye Xiyue's gaze, and stopped her movements, "Xiyue, what are you looking at?"

"Mo Lan, can I feel your pulse?"

Mo Lan looked puzzled, "I'm not sick."

Ye Xiyue: "..."

"I know medical skills, just take precautions before they happen."

Mo Lan nodded, and stretched out her hand. Ye Xiyue cut her pulse decisively. In the past, it would take her no more than a minute to feel her pulse, but now, she took it for a full three minutes, and there was no Mo Lan's pulse. There is any abnormality in the body.

Amid Mo Lan's puzzlement, Ye Xiyue looked at his head seriously, but found no trauma, "It's strange."

"What's wrong?" Mo Lan asked.

Ye Xiyue sat on a chair, propped her chin with her hands and asked, "Mo Lan, do you remember what happened to you at the Royal Academy seven years ago?"

"Remember, I have always had a good memory. How could I forget about my time at the Royal Academy?"

"Then it shouldn't be."

"Shouldn't what?"

"You met Nan Wushuang in Muyun Kingdom seven years ago, do you know?"

"I don't know." Mo Lan shook her head subconsciously, "I don't know her."

When he said this sentence, he was very calm and calm, speaking very naturally, as if he was speaking commonplace.

"Then when did you come back to Ye Mansion from the Royal Academy seven years ago?"

"Probably in the summer of July."

"How did you come back? Did you encounter anything on the way?"

Regarding Ye Xiyue's question, although Mo Lan didn't know what she wanted to do, she still answered without saying a word: "I came back by myself in a carriage, and nothing happened on the way."

"Grandpa said that after you came back from the Royal Academy seven years ago, you had headaches from time to time for about a month."

"En, that's right." Mo Lan remembered that incident very clearly, which proved that his memory was indeed very strong. "It probably has something to do with the fact that I caught a cold on the way."

"Feeling a cold?"

"Well, that day when I passed by the post house, that night, I caught a cold and fell asleep for a day and a night. I didn't wake up until the third day."

Ye Xiyue seemed to have discovered something new, "Then did you meet someone in the post house? Or a strange person?"

"I seem to..." Mo Lan recalled carefully, "I saw some people holding crystal balls."

"Crystal ball?"

"The crystal ball is like their utensils. They live in the post house, and the utensils they use seem to be made of crystal."

"Is this the texture?" Ye Xiyue took out a crystal token from her bosom.

Seeing this, Mo Lan nodded, "Yes, almost exactly the same."

"Mo Lan, that means your memory of those two days in the post house is blank, right?"

Mo Lan was stunned for a moment, "You can also say that, I was lethargic in those two days."

"Do you know what race these things are from?"

Mo Lan froze for a moment.

Before Ye Xiyue left, she left a word: Elf family.

Mo Lan's hand holding the writing brush tightened slightly, just as Ye Xiyue said, his memory of those two days in the posthouse seven years ago was blank.

However, he knows about the elves, and he knows it very clearly...

If Ye Xiyue hadn't mentioned it today, he seemed to have already forgotten about the elves.

(End of this chapter)