Gong Murong held Ling qianer in his arms. After passing by Princess Mingzhu, his face was always taut. He was angry. If it weren't for the woman, how could his qianer suffer so much? It wouldn't be so simple. He would repay her well.

As usual, Xiaoling will come to the bedroom and clean every corner here every day. In her heart, she always believes that her young lady will come back one day.

As expected, Gong Murong held Ling qianer in his arms and said anxiously;

"Somebody, get the tea ready."

The maids and eunuchs in the bedroom looked unbelievable. As soon as Xiaoling, who was cleaning inside, heard the king's voice and ran out directly, she happened to meet Gong Murong holding a woman. When she looked at it carefully, she found that the person was the miss she thought about day and night. Her eyes were instantly wet and said excitedly:

"Your Majesty, this..... Miss! Miss! It's really miss!"

Xiaoling, with an excited face, looked at her young lady and cried sadly:

"King, miss, what's the matter with her? Is she hurt again?"

Gong Murong said with an unhappy face:

"What are you shivering about? Hurry to prepare tea."

"OK, your majesty, I'll go now."

Without saying anything, Gong Murong came to the bedroom inside and gently put Ling qianer on the bed to cover the sheets. He sat by the bed and kept opening his eyes and looking at the people on the bed until Ling qianer woke up.

As soon as she woke up, she blinked her eyes as smart as a spring, looked at the magnificent decoration, and touched these quilts made of superior silk. She thought she was dreaming. When she turned her head to the side of the bed, a man was startled, sat up, held his head and quilt, and shouted:

"Ah.................................."

Gong Murong was revived by her shouting and said at a loss:

"Qian'er, what's the matter with you, qian'er? Is there something wrong?"

Ling qianer stopped shouting and slowly raised her low head. Looking up from her feet to his appearance, qian'er was stunned. How could a man look so good, but the police asked:

"You... Who are you? Why did you bring me here? Where's my little sika deer?"

In the face of Ling qianer's questions, Gong Murong wanted to die. She didn't know him? What is this? Xiaoling just brought a bowl of tea and smiled;

"Miss, he is the king and you are the queen. How can you not know the king?"

"King? Queen? What's all this? I only know my master. I don't know your king or queen. Let me go back quickly, or my master will be angry."

Now Gong Murong and Xiao Ling are stunned? master worker? Where's the master? Xiaoling asked carefully again:

"Miss, you really don't remember these? You really don't even remember the king?"

"Who are you? Do we know each other?"

Xiaoling was speechless and didn't know what to answer next. Gong Murong took the lead:

"Qian'er, if you don't remember, it doesn't matter. Do you know who you are?"

"I know. My name is ya'er. It was the master who saved me. I was injured at that time. When I woke up, I didn't remember anything. Later, the master gave me a little name 'ya'er'. The master said he saved me at the foot of the cliff, so he will call ya'er later. You must have found the wrong person. I'm not the qian'er you said. Brother Wang, let me go , it's getting late. I have to go back to find Shifu, or Shifu will be worried. "

Gong Murong murmured:

"Ya'er? Ya'er? It's impossible. You are qian'er. Whether you are or not, Gu will never let you leave this time!"

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