Your Majesty doesn't know

Chapter 11 Mantra

He Zichen considered himself to be a good puncher, but Sheng Ling's otherworldly appearance made it impossible to play, and there was no suspense about losing to him.

But he didn't expect that Sheng Ling didn't look ordinary, but he was unambiguous when he punched. Under the situation of He Zichen's repeated tricks, he could still be invincible with his real level.

The most important thing is that he looks elegant and comfortable when he punches, and this skill is convincing.He Zichen couldn't help wanting to pay his respects, saying, "Master Guo Shi is really a master!"

"Your Majesty, you can't drink any more. Let's continue next time." Seeing that he lost pitifully, Sheng Ling thoughtfully set up the steps.

In fact, He Zichen used to drink quite well, but he hasn't had a drink for a long time, and now he can't bear it after drinking seven or eight cups so suddenly. His face is flushed, his whole body is hot, and his head is a little dizzy, but he still continues to drink again and again without giving up. come once.

He thought to himself: Even if he is drunk to death today, he must let Sheng Ling drink it once, even if it is just one sip.

"No! Come again!" He Zichen smashed the wine cup on the table, with a proud face, stretched out his hand to signal Sheng Ling to continue, but secretly thinking, what should he do to call Sheng Ling when he punches later? Ling was distracted, and then...hehe.

Sheng Ling reluctantly stretched out his hand to accompany him to continue, but when he punched, he pretended to miss a moment earlier than him. He Zichen's eyes were very sharp, and just this moment was enough for him to change his gestures naturally.

"Haha, I won! I won!"

He Zichen was very thick-skinned, pretending not to notice that Sheng Ling gave in to him, and smiled vigorously, as if this victory was enough to make him proud of the crowd, he poured the wine courteously, and said to Sheng Ling: "It's your turn!" ,drink!"

Sheng Ling didn't expose him, but picked up the wine cup and drank it down in one gulp.

Anyway, this little trick that both of them know very well, one side is willing to fight and the other is willing to suffer, finally let him win once, I hope he can be satisfied and stop tormenting.

He Zichen stared at Sheng Ling intently, confirming that he had really drank it, and not spilling the wine quietly into his sleeves, his eyes were smiling like a fox, his heart was terrified, and he wished to tell everyone in the world about it. The adults were tricked by him.

But now he can only suppress his elation, after all, there are more important things.

"Sheng Ling?" He Zichen stretched out a finger and shook it in front of Sheng Ling.

Sheng Ling looked at him puzzled: "Huh?"

He Zichen looked at his normal expression, and when he thought of his real state at this time, he couldn't help laughing wickedly. After laughing for a while, he felt that what he said was a bit of a villain, so he put away his face and looked like a good person. Laughed, coughed, and said solemnly: "Sheng Ling, are you drunk?"

Sheng Ling shook his head from side to side slowly, paused every word, and answered in a straight voice: "I'm not drunk."

He Zichen: "..." If you're not drunk, you're not drunk, what kind of child are you pretending to be.

"Hahahaha! Sheng Ling, you are so cute!" He Zichen couldn't help laughing when he thought of Sheng Ling's usual appearance and looked at him now.

Hearing his praise, Sheng Ling blinked, then nodded reservedly: "Yeah."

He Zichen held back his laughter, but he was not in a hurry to ask him the most important question. He decided to tease him first, and asked in a tone that would speak to a child: "Who are you? What's your name?"

After a while, Sheng Ling didn't say anything.

Hey, did it fail?He Zichen was a little guilty, and wondered if this kind of question was too simple, so it was not within the scope of the answer?But logically, any question is fine.

Thinking of this, He Zichen stood up abruptly, wanting to go to Sheng Ling to see what was going on, but at this moment, Sheng Ling, who had not moved all this time, stretched out his hand across the low table and grabbed his sleeve.

Before He Zichen realized what was going on, he saw Sheng Ling raised his head slightly and looked at him fixedly, with a little helplessness in his dark eyes.

"I, I said, don't be angry, okay?" Sheng Ling shook He Zichen's sleeve, and said eagerly, "My name is Sheng Ling."

He Zichen: "?"

He Zichen sat back in a daze. He didn't want to understand why Sheng Ling behaved like this, but at least he was sure that the spell had taken effect, and Sheng Ling really answered every question at this time.

The few painted talisman papers he saw in Zangshu Pavilion earlier were "answer talismans". They could be burned and mixed with wine for people to drink, or they could be pasted directly on people's bodies to be taken down. The person who cast the spell will answer all questions within a quarter of an hour, and the answer must be true. It's just that it's safer to drink with wine. For the sake of safety, He Zichen really went all out.

When others thought that he wanted to get Sheng Ling drunk, his purpose was just to let Sheng Ling drink. The so-called Tao is one foot tall and the devil is one foot high, it is really hard to guard against.

He Zichen was secretly proud of himself, but he didn't look carefully at the collection of talismans. On the page of the question-and-answer talisman, there are a few lines of small characters clearly written. , so the success rate has not been high.

A quarter of an hour is enough to ask many questions, but He Zichen was not in a hurry. He put his elbows on the table, pointed his head and pointed at himself with interest, and asked, "Who is this?"

Sheng Ling glanced at him, pursed his lips, and said, "Chenchen."

"...You, what are you yelling!" He Zichen took a step back, his face flushed for a while, and he didn't know whether it was annoyance or embarrassment.

After he woke up, except for Luo Saisai who called him "He Zichen" several times, everyone respectfully called him "Your Majesty". Only the Queen Mother called him so intimately. It's like his childhood nickname, but the queen mother is his mother's queen after all, and he is willing to be a coquettish naughty boy in front of her mother's mother.

At this time, there was another person who called him that, and called him that when he was under the question-and-answer symbol... Moreover, this person was still Sheng Ling, who had always seemed cold and indifferent, He Zichen also said For no reason, I felt a little flustered.

"It's called Chenchen." Under the effect of "Answer every question", Sheng Ling automatically took what he just blurted out as a question, and replied solemnly, adding, "It's not nonsense."

"Okay, okay, it's not just screaming." He Zichen didn't argue with Sheng Ling at the moment. In fact, he also felt that he was overreacting. Since they grew up together, it's not so strange to call each other by baby names. Sheng Ling If he calls himself that, he can call him back.

"...Lingling," He Zichen tried to call out, his teeth were sore, he said, "Let me ask you, how was our relationship before?"

Sheng Ling looked at him silently, but didn't make a sound.

He Zichen waved his hand in front of him suspiciously, "Sheng Ling, why didn't you answer me?"

"You didn't ask me," Sheng Ling said blankly, "You asked Ling Ling."

Hey, it seems that he doesn't recognize the name, He Zichen clicked his tongue and thought, "Forget it, anyway, the word "Sheng Ling" is very easy to pronounce.

"Alright then," He Zichen asked again, "How was our relationship before?"

Sheng Ling hesitated for a moment, and replied with some reluctance: "Not good."

Huh?It's really not good?He Zichen didn't believe it, so he asked again: "Why is there a bad relationship?"

"You hate me." Sheng Ling replied, after thinking about it, he added, "I hated you too."

Hearing this, He Zichen felt even more strange. Now he saw Shengling as pleasing to his eyes, not only because he didn't hate him, but he couldn't have changed his likes and dislikes after he forgot everything.

But compared to this, he cared more about the latter sentence——

"Why do you hate me?"

Sheng Ling replied without hesitation: "Because you hate it."

"..."

Where did he hate it? !He Zichen was so choked that he couldn't speak, and he was a little annoyed. He suddenly felt that Sheng Ling didn't look so pleasing to the eye, but remembering the previous sentence, he asked: "Then why do I hate you?"

Sheng Ling frowned, as if he was thinking hard, and after a while he carefully guessed: "Because... I didn't tell you my name?"

He Zichen sighed helplessly. He suddenly realized that Sheng Ling had no idea what he was pretending to be doing. He had strange thoughts. Even if he didn't remember anything, he knew that he couldn't hate people just because they didn't tell him their names. He's not that petty.

Forget it, let's stop being funny and ask the business.

He Zichen straightened his sitting posture, felt a little nervous, and his face became serious. He asked slowly, "Did I die once?"

"No!" Sheng Ling replied quickly this time, with a hint of excitement in his tone, "You're not dead, you're not dead at all."

"That's right, I'm not dead, I'm not dead." He Zichen hurriedly comforted him, seeing that Sheng Ling seemed to be very concerned about his "death", he felt both happy and a little sour.

But this opportunity is rare, he still has to ask further, "Then... what happened to me before? Why did I lose my memory?"

Sheng Ling lowered his eyes, and said softly: "You have lost your soul."

Leave the soul?He Zichen didn't understand very well, the meaning of leaving the soul is when the soul leaves the body, isn't that dead?

"Then why did I leave my soul?" He asked again.

"It's me." Sheng Ling's silver eyelashes trembled slightly, and there was a slight coolness in his voice, "I was the one who harmed you."

He Zichen listened and didn't speak for a while.When Sheng Ling uttered the first two words, his heart sank slowly with his slightly cool voice, as if he was immersed in a pool of water under the moonlight little by little, not cold-hearted, but even calm .

At this time, He Zichen realized that he didn't seem to be surprised at all, as if he had this intuition in his subconscious.

He laughed at himself in his heart: he said that he believed in Shengling was a lie, and his protection in front of the queen mother was also hypocritical. I really didn't expect him to be such a He Zichen.

He wasn't surprised, and he wasn't angry either. As for why he didn't feel angry at all, He Zichen didn't understand either, maybe he had a feeling somewhere.

After a while, He Zichen thought of Sheng Ling before answering his question, but he didn't answer the question about why he lost his memory.

"Then why did I lose my memory? Did you... seal my memory?"

"No, you are out of your soul."

He Zichen repeated: "Why do I lose my memory?"

Sheng Ling also repeated: "Because you have left your soul."

"So, as long as you leave your soul, will you lose your memory?" He Zichen seemed to understand.

However, Sheng Ling shook his head slowly, "Others may not, but you are."

So what is his special physique?

He Zichen really wanted to ask, but he heard a voice from far and near outside the window, "Holy Master! Holy Master!"

Looking out of the window, a few white dots were flying towards this side of the dark blue sky, and after a closer look, they turned out to be a few disciples of Zhaxinglou who were flying with swords.

He Zichen did the math, almost a quarter of an hour would have passed. If they found out that their Holy Master had been played by him like this, he would be very annoyed. He Zichen slammed the window shut, turned and stared at Sheng Ling, and asked the last question An important question that just occurred to him.

"Sheng Ling, when the time limit for 'answering all questions' is over, will you still remember this paragraph?" He Zichen stared at him with some trepidation.

Sheng Ling nodded and said with a smile, "I remember."