after losing heart

Chapter 142 [163] It's just amnesia

"That's right!" Su Mo smiled deeply, "Come here and talk to the general about the Ran Family Army. Where's the third brother? The third brother is..."

"Father asked me to come and talk to General Ran about something!"

Su Mofeng made up a reason, the most powerful one, and it was difficult for this man to verify.

Sure enough, Su Mo was stunned for a moment, and said with a smile: "Oh, then I won't delay third brother, and leave!"

"En!" Su Mofeng nodded, and continued to walk quickly into the mansion.

Su Mochen found that the two servants at the gate of the Ran Mansion did not stop Su Mofeng like they stopped him, but saluted respectfully, "Third Prince!"

It can be seen how familiar it is.

Su Mo's eyes narrowed slightly, is Su Mofeng a frequent visitor to Ranfu?But isn't this Ranfei one of Su Mohong's?

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Hearing that Su Mochen had left, Qiancheng dared to come out of the wing room, but just as he stepped out of the door, he saw a figure in white clothes rushing towards this side.

Her heart stopped, Su Mofeng.

What day is it today?One after another?
She hurriedly turned around to go back to the room.

Su Mofeng had already discovered her in this room, and his heart beat wildly.

It's her, it's her.

It's really her.

His Thousand Cities.

That men's attire is the best explanation. She sneaked out of the general's mansion to meet him before, she was wearing this attire.

Filled with joy and excitement, he stepped forward and hugged her from behind, "Qiancheng! Dye Qiancheng!"

So desperate!
When the familiar warmth came into his arms, the clanking man couldn't help tears welling up in his eyes.

This was the second time he cried, the first time was three years ago when he learned of her death.

His chin was firmly pressed against the top of her hair, he slightly raised his head, closed his eyes, and let the tears flow across his face and flow into her hair.

It turns out that this is love, it turns out that this is love, with the sweetness of memories, the bitterness of parting, the pain of lovesickness and the joy of finding it again.

Three years, three years passed like a walking dead, he finally held her in his arms once again.

Qiancheng wanted to struggle, but she couldn't move at all. He hugged him tightly, and she felt that she was about to breathe.

There was warmth flowing into her hair, she was startled, was it tears?This man is crying?
She couldn't tell the feeling in her heart, it was full of shock. Although she didn't have the memory of Ran Qiancheng, she knew that she must have had an unforgettable experience with this man.

However, now that she is not her, how can she tell him?
"The third prince..."

Su Mofeng was startled, no, he almost yelled, don't call him like that, don't call him by such an indifferent title!
Shouldn't she call him Brother Feng?

"Qiancheng..." He pulled her shoulders and made her face him. When the face that he had been dreaming about for three years came into his eyes, his heart surged again.

Obviously it's her!

Eyebrows like distant blue, eyes like stars, small and tall nose, bright red lips, I still remember the first time he saw her, it was an autumn, the sky was full of falling flowers, she stood under a tree, looking back, Shocked to heaven.

Obviously still the original appearance!

"Qiancheng, what did I do wrong that you want to punish me like this?"

He took a deep breath, and finally asked the question that had been entangled in his heart for thousands of times.

What made this woman prefer to lie to her with death and pretend to be in Yuxiangfang for three years?

What made this woman prefer to suffer to be with another man?
Isn't she in love with him?
If so, why treat him so cruelly?If not, then what are the previous pledges?
Qiancheng bit his lip and stared at him blankly, not knowing where to start?

Seeing that she was silent, Su Mofeng felt that he was going crazy.

After finally she tore off the disguise and turned back into Ranqiancheng, she still treated him like this.

She can beat him and scold him, but she can't ignore him like this, he can't bear it.

A rush of blood rushed to her forehead, and he shook her shoulder vigorously, "Tell me, what did I do wrong? As long as you say it, I can change it, as long as you don't treat me like this!"

Qiancheng frowned, feeling that her shoulder bones were about to be crushed by this man. She frowned and thought about it, enduring the pain and said, "It's not the third master's fault! It's Qiancheng's fault. Qiancheng has lost his memory and can't remember. The past with the third master."

Su Mofeng was shocked and looked at her in disbelief.

Amnesia?She has amnesia!

Shock, astonishment, heartache, joy, all kinds of emotions are overwhelming!
No wonder, no wonder, she treated him like this.

In fact, he had doubts like this before, but he was not sure.

A heart with ups and downs, on the one hand, I really feel sorry for her, but on the other hand, I can't help being ecstatic.

Fortunately, it was amnesia, not that she did this to him on purpose.

Lost memory, he can help her find it back, no matter how bad it is, he can start over with her and create new memories, can't he?
As long as she doesn't reject him, as long as she doesn't despise him.

"I'm sorry, Qiancheng, I don't know this, it's my fault, I'm too impatient, I don't force you, I don't force you, it doesn't matter if you remember the past, as long as you are good, good That's good, everything can start all over again..."

With his big hand over her head and pressing it into his arms, he murmured hoarsely.

Forced to lean against his broad chest, Qiancheng frowned slightly, his eyes filled with confusion...

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The stars are shining brightly, the brilliance is long, and it is a full moon night.

Dongshan, a courtyard.

Sikong Wei pushed open the gate of the courtyard, and the last glimmer of hope was completely shattered.

The courtyard was silent and dark, and she was not here.

Just now he even went to the bridge hole where he found her that night, but there was nothing.

It was fifteen, another day when Yue Yingshuang had an attack, but he still didn't know where she was.

If she is still alive, even if she is still alive, if she does not accept Yue Yingshuang's antidote tonight, she will eventually die.

After searching for so many days and dispatching so many hidden guards, he even postponed his attack on the border country for three days because of tonight.

But still no news of her.

How to do?
How to do?
Qiancheng, where are you?
Sikongwei walked into the courtyard in a daze. The hypericum peaches in the courtyard were still blooming, exuding a faint fragrance in the dark night just like a month ago.

Under the dim moonlight, he seemed to see the woman who was crushing walnuts with the crack of the door again, standing at the door and staring back at him coldly, "Didn't you see? I'm peeling walnuts!"

Pushing open the door of the wing room, lighting up the candles on the candlesticks, the room is in order.

"what happened?"

"It's nothing, I'm doing hygiene, I'm just doing hygiene!"

"Do hygiene?"

"Oh, it's cleaning!"

"Cleaning? Sweeping in the middle of the night? Why do I get the feeling that, on the contrary, you're messing up the house?"

"Make a mess first and then clean it! Oh, it's okay anyway, don't worry about me, go back to sleep with you!"

"So... so you're afraid of mice!"

"Is it funny to be afraid of mice? Do you want to laugh like this?"

"Of course it's funny. You're not afraid of the sky, the earth, or even death, yet you're actually afraid of a mouse?"

"What's so strange about this? In this world, some people just have some natural enemies, and my natural enemies happen to be mice!"

"Then what should we do now? I don't mind holding you like this all the time!"

"Aren't you able to appear in the Fourth Prince's Mansion without a trace? Go and bring my Xiaobai here!"

The scene of the woman holding a soft pillow in one hand and a feather duster in the other appeared in front of her eyes and made a mess of the room.

The memory is so profound.

He actually remembered every word, every movement and expression she said at that time.

Slowly lay down on a bench in the house, which he slept on that night.

He closed his eyes, not knowing what was on his mind.

The night was deeper.

How to do?
Is she already enduring the torment and suffering of Yue Yingshuang?
It hurts, right?Also very desperate, right?He dare not think.

Reaching into his sleeve, he took out a small porcelain bottle, poured out a brown pill and slowly put it in his mouth. Suddenly, a bitter taste entered his throat.

He has been drugging people all the time, and only today did he know that Yue Yingshuang smells like this.

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