Peerless Concubine: Ghost King, this palace wants to rob

Chapter 502 [Can't leave him]

And judging from their meeting that night, he was even more sure that Chen Lingling had really lost his memory.

For a moment, he felt a little uncomfortable. Didn't she say that she would remember him?
The more Chen Lingling looked at him, the more painful the pain in his chest, and the stronger the sense of familiarity, as if something was about to break through the ground, but she couldn't grasp it no matter what. It was simply torture.

"I think you are very familiar, but I can't remember." There was some pain in Chen Lingling's eyes, and his brain ached.

Xuanyuan Jiaye knew that she was forcing himself to remember again, so he patted the back of her hand lightly, his voice was infinitely gentle.

"Don't worry about it, if you can't remember it, don't think about it."

So what if you can't remember, so what if you forget him, he is still her husband.

"Try this dish, do you still like it?" He put a piece of fish in her bowl.

Chen Lingling shook her head, calmed down, picked up the chopsticks and tasted it.

The familiar taste deeply stimulated her taste buds, and the people in front of her eyes and the taste in her mouth all made her thoughts cloudy.

A picture suddenly flashed in my mind.

A black-haired man in a black robe was carrying plates of tasty and delicious dishes. His back was tall and mighty, and he was busy with his back to her, never turning his head back.

No matter how much Chen Lingling wanted to see his face, she couldn't see the slightest bit.

"Remember what?"

Xuanyuan Jiaye's voice was full of laughter, he pinched his chin with his fingertips, and gently shook the wine glass in his right hand, as lazy as a cat, with evil spirits.

Chen Lingling took a few breaths, a little sweat broke out on her forehead, she shook her head, "It's nothing."

She never thought that the man who appeared frequently in her mind would be the man in front of her. Not to mention whether she could see the appearance, but also the hair color was different, and she couldn't think of it at all.

"There is a custom of flying kites in Beihai at this time. If you have nothing to do, why don't you go and have a look after dinner?"

His voice was always soft, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, so elegant and gentle, it was hard to imagine that he was the one who once slaughtered the entire palace for a woman.

Chen Lingling raised her eyes subconsciously, and her voice was indifferent, "Are you from the royal family?"

“How come you see?”

Xuanyuan Jiaye was still laughing, the empty wine glass kept spinning in his hand.

"Only people in the palace would say 'dinner'." She took it for granted.

The man's thin lips were pursed into a slit, and his dangerous eyes fell on her, "Is it true that people in the royal family have nothing to do with you and me flying a kite?"

Chen Lingling didn't care about his question, but swept through the several dishes on the table. In the past two days in the Beihai Palace, she had hardly eaten enough. Not only did her tastes disagree, but she also seemed a little Acclimatized, no appetite.

But the food in front of her whetted her appetite. As a killer, she had long forgotten whether she had noticed whether the food was poisonous or not.

She didn't put down her chopsticks until all the dishes on the table were bottomed out, and took a sip of wine.

Having enough food and wine is one of the great pleasures in life.

"Did you just say flying a kite?" She then looked at the man who smiled at her across the way, "Let's go."

She doesn't reject this man in her heart, and sometimes she wants to leave and not interact with him, but there is always a voice in her heart telling her: can't leave, can't leave him.

Until the two of them arrived at the open land where the kites were flying, Chen Lingling's mind was still in a daze, as if her thoughts were always out of control, which made her very frightened.

Xuanyuan Jiaye bought an empty kite frame from nowhere, a few sheets of paper of different colors, brushes, and colorful paints.

"You can make a kite with me."

Xuanyuan Jiaye sat on the ground, patted the seat beside him, and smiled softly at Chen Lingling: "Come."

　See you tomorrow.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)