Your Majesty doesn't know

Chapter 15

He Zichen got out of bed, went to the table, poured a cup of tea and drank it all in one gulp, and opened the window to let the breeze and sunlight come in. He took a deep breath, the spiritual power in his body was circulating, and he jumped out of the window. go down.

With his toes pointing down slightly, and his body as light as a swallow, He Zichen stood on the green dove tree leaves, heaving up and down gently with the breeze.

Under the tree not far away, Lan Yin stretched out her hand to pick a green leaf, pinched a trick with her fingers nimbly, with an extremely focused expression, tried this several times, and finally the leaf in the palm of her hand turned into a frog, which fell with a croak. Jumped into the grass and disappeared.

Lan Yin happily picked another blade of grass and turned it into a grasshopper. Looking at the miracle created by himself, the little child couldn't believe it. He turned and ran to his master, looking up. With his little head in his head, he wanted to express something excitedly.

However, he couldn't say anything after all, he could only wave his hands excitedly and jumped up on the spot.

Sheng Ling lowered his eyes, raised his hand and touched Lan Yin's head, a faint smile overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

He Zichen looked at the two people, one big and one small, from a distance, feeling a little inexplicably blocked.

It's really hard... He thought, whether it's happiness, sadness, grievance, or misunderstanding, he can't express or refute, and he has to bear all emotions alone.

Can't speak, after so many years, no matter how lively and interesting people are, they will fade away.

Obviously, not dumb.

He Zichen flew over and landed in front of the two of them, with some grass clippings on the toe of his shoe. He pinched Lan Yin's little cheek, turned his head and said to Shengling, "I'm so hungry, do I have some breakfast?"

"We've already eaten." Sheng Ling looked away slightly, and said again, "The food in the building is light, I'm afraid His Majesty may not be used to it, I've sent someone to the imperial dining room to fetch His Majesty's favorite dishes."

Sensitively feeling the alienation of Sheng Ling's attitude, He Zichen felt a little unhappy.

"Lan Yin, you go to the side to play first, and I will talk to your master."

After taking Lan Yinzhi away, He Zichen took a step forward, rolled up a strand of silver-white hair and played with it in his hands, and said with a smile: "Two days ago, you called me Chenchen, but today you are His Majesty... huh? "

"Didn't Your Majesty ask Sheng Ling to pretend not to remember?" Sheng Ling said calmly, paused, smiled very lightly, and looked up at He Zichen, "But if Sheng Ling doesn't remember, Your Majesty shouldn't Don't remember...the question and answer between you and me that day?"

What am I going to lose my memory?

Because you are gone.

Why am I leaving my soul?

I hurt you.

……

Sheng Ling's eyes were calm, neither angry nor helpless, only a little cold and gentle.

He seemed to be saying: Come on, whatever you want to do to me, whether it's hatred or punishment, I'll accept it.

He obviously didn't say anything, but He Zichen knew that Sheng Ling thought so.

Because he understands this person, no matter how many misunderstandings he encounters, this person will never argue, and he will always seem calm, but in fact treat others' doubts passively.

But Sheng Ling, why did you ever believe me?

He Zichen felt a little flustered with boredom, and opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end he didn't know how to speak.

Forget it, the two of them can still talk like friends like this, isn't it already very good?If it is brought up abruptly, even if the misunderstanding is resolved, the relationship will have weakened.

It's better to be so confused first, and talk about it later.

Anyway, it's three years too late, isn't it?

After a while, someone came back with a big food basket, which was full of He Zichen's favorite dishes, but this time, he didn't have much appetite, so he only took a few bites in a hurry before putting down the bowl and chopsticks.

"Sheng Ling..." He Zichen opened his mouth, trying to find something to talk about.

Sheng Ling stood up, stopped him, and said, "Come with me."

He Zichen followed Sheng Ling to one of the rooms on the ninth floor that had never been restricted. Sheng Ling waved his hand, and the door opened silently. He Zichen glanced casually, and then froze.

The room was empty, there was nothing else, only a bow stand was placed in the middle, and on it was a dark black bow that looked extraordinary at first glance.

"Shocking Rainbow!"

He Zichen was excited, and rushed forward in two or three steps, stroking carefully and cherishingly, his caring and proud eyes were no different from looking at his own son.

Sheng Ling walked behind him, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said softly: "Take it back to Fuyue Palace."

He Zichen's movements were inconspicuously paused, his back was facing Sheng Ling, the excitement in his eyes faded like a tide, and he quickly smiled as if nothing had happened, turned around and pretended to be shocked: "You have to put it Give it to me?!"

"Sheng Ling, you are so kind!"

He Zichen immediately took the bow as his own, stroked it inch by inch, almost greedy in his eyes, flattered shamelessly: "You are such a nice person, I must have liked you very much before."

Sheng Ling was slightly taken aback, and a wry smile disappeared from the corner of his mouth, and then he narrated softly: "Jinghong is yours in the first place, after you...after leaving your soul, I moved Jinghong to Zhaixing Tower for safekeeping, and now, you Since it has returned, it should be returned to the original owner."

"What? You mean... this bow is mine?!" He Zichen turned around, his eyes widened, with an expression of disbelief, "I read some records of famous bows in a book not long ago. I recognized it at a glance, this is the Shocking Rainbow Bow that shot and killed the demon hundreds of years ago..."

"It was also many years ago that you injured Jiuying's bow."

"He Zichen," Sheng Ling looked at him fixedly, and said in a firm tone, "Actually, you remembered, right?"

He Zichen froze for a moment, and soon put on a heartless smile, trying to make a joke, but he couldn't open his mouth when he met Shang Shengling's eyes.

The smile gradually faded, and he sighed slightly, "You still saw it."

He knew that Sheng Ling had a delicate mind, and it was impossible for him to ignore the show he showed when he saw Jinghong just now. Even, maybe not at this time, earlier, when he just recovered some memories, Sheng Ling must have discovered it.

In the sun-blocking forest, He Zichen remembered some things. It was the reappearance of the scene many years ago, which stimulated the recovery of the memory. At that critical moment, he was caught off guard by heavy and complicated memories.

First, he and Sheng Ling encountered Jiuying together many years ago, and then many fragmentary images flooded over, making him dizzy for a while.

In fact, speaking of it, he can't be considered to have fully recovered his memory. Those fragments of memory were too scattered, and he couldn't sort them out for a while. He could only grasp a few fragments, but he couldn't connect all the experiences of the first half of his life.

It's like a lot of scattered beads that can't be connected together in an orderly manner, because it seems that I can't find... the thread that connects them.