Hemiao Pavilion is very large, with a front yard and an intermediate yard and a back yard. Hemiao has always lived in the intermediate yard. When Xiao Lang was unconscious, he was also arranged to live in the intermediate yard. Only then was Mr. Mo Han discovered it.

So after Xiao Lang woke up, in order to avoid being discovered, Princess Hemiao arranged him in the backyard, and at this moment, Xiao Lang was staring blankly in the backyard.

He sat by a pavilion, staring at a small pond in the backyard, and he was stunned for three days and three nights, because he found that there was nothing to do except being dazed.

He didn't know who he was, where he was, he didn't know what he was going to do, and how he lived his life in the future. His mind was blank, like a newborn baby, and he was extremely confused about the world.

He held a sword in his hand, and a supreme chariot was placed behind him. Because He Miao told him, maybe he would think of something when he saw this sword and this chariot?

He looked at the chariot for a long time, but he had no impression of it. Instead, holding the sword in his hand, he felt like flesh and blood was connected. It seemed that the sword had a great relationship with him, so he kept holding the sword.

He really wanted to remember everything, so he wouldn't be so confused, wouldn't do anything, and wouldn't know what he was going to do. So he sat here, holding this blue sword, trying to restore his memory.

The sky slowly darkened and it was snowing again.

The world here is always a layer of unchanging white. The heavy snow stopped and then fell. The cold wind raged in the yard, and the snowflakes on the trees around it were blowing up and flying all over the sky.

Snowflakes floated into the pavilion, into his clothes, on his hair whiter than snow, and confusing his eyes.

"Swishy!"

The sound of snow coming from the backyard, two women walked over. The man in front was wearing a fox fur coat, a cloak, a veil covered with a face, but only a pair of beautiful eyes were exposed. Although she was wearing a not-so-thin skirt, she could still show her graceful figure.

The man behind was a pretty palace maid. She was holding a food box and looking at Xiao Lang who was sitting motionless in the yard. She sighed slightly, then looked at Princess He Miao in front of her, and a meaning of not worth it for her appeared in her eyes.

Xiao Lang woke up for three or four days, but he was extremely cold to his life-savior Princess Hemiao. Wrong... He was extremely cold to anyone, rarely spoke, and there was a kind of indifference in his bones that kept people from thousands of miles away.

It is logical that if a person loses his memory, he will feel dependent on the person he sees for the first time or treats him as a relative. Moreover, Princess Hemiao is very kind to him, cares about him and is very concerned about him. She has been talking to him these days to help him recall the past, hoping that he can restore his memory, but he always responds coldly and even ignores him...

Is this person born cold-blooded and ruthless?

The palace maid He Ni pouted her mouth, but Princess He Miao had already walked into the pavilion, so she had no choice but to follow her.

"Xiao Lang, it's time to eat!"

Princess Hemiao's voice was very cheerful, and her eyes were filled with joy. It seemed that she could see Xiao Lang and she was in a very happy mood. He Ni put the food box on the table and took out the exquisite food inside.

"oh!"

Not beyond He Ni's expectations, Xiao Lang responded lightly, inserted the long sword that was even colder than ice and snow into the ground outside the pavilion, turned his head and walked into the pavilion, sat down and picked up the bowl and ate it in big mouthfuls. No... he glanced at the two of them.

A hint of heartache flashed in Princess Hemiao's beautiful eyes, but immediately covered it up and smiled faintly: "Haha, eat slowly, no one will rob you!"

"Yeah!"

Xiao Lang responded vaguely for a few words, but he still swallowed it. Although he lost his memory, many of his habits remained. For example, when eating, he was like a little knife, and he was always so cruel...

Soon a bowl of rice, a few dishes and a few pastries were all eaten. Xiao Lang took a sip of water, touched his belly and burped, then looked at Princess Hemiao and He Ni and said, "Thank you Miss He'er!"

"Why are you polite?"

Princess Hemiao nodded with a smile, but He Ni cleaned up the dishes. It was not beyond the expectations of the two of them. Xiao Lang walked to the pavilion again, grabbed his long sword and sat on the pavilion alone, looking at the pond and the wind and snow in the distance, and ignored the two of them as before!

A hint of heartache flashed in Princess Hemiao's eyes. The lotus steps moved lightly, and walked to Xiao Lang and squatted down. She didn't say anything and just accompanied him to look quietly in the distance.

Xiao Lang seemed not to notice and continued to look ahead in a daze. He didn't look like he had lost his memory, but turned into a dementia...

“Is the snowflakes beautiful?”

"beautiful!"

"Have you remembered something after thinking about it for so many days?"

"No!"

"Then why are you sitting here every day?"

"have no idea!"

Princess Hemiao tried to chat with Xiao Lang like before, but every time Xiao Lang responded, she was short and cold, without looking at Princess Hemiao beside her, as if she was talking to a stranger.

Princess Hemiao looked at Xiao Lang with a side face, then waved her hand to let He Ni go down. After He Ni left the backyard, she suddenly untied the veil on her face and looked at Xiao Lang and said, "Xiao Lang, look at me, see... can you remember anything?"

Xiao Lang turned his head numbly and looked at Princess Hemiao's face. His eyes were still confused. He looked at him for a while and shook his head and said, "You are beautiful, but... I still can't remember you!"

"Bang!"

Xiao Lang turned his head again, two tears fell from Princess Hemiao's eyes, and they hit the bluestone slab below, and two plum blossoms bloomed. She looked at Xiao Lang's side face intently, but Xiao Lang seemed to have completely changed his body, with no fluctuations in his expression...

Princess Hemiao shook her head and let the tears dry. She didn't know what happened to Xiao Lang? Logically speaking, even if she lost her memory, her temperament would not change? Why did he suddenly become so cold and ruthless?

Although Xiao Lang left ruthlessly on the sea of ​​ice and snow, that moment made her think that Xiao Lang was a person with a heart of heart. But when he turned back again, the light in his eyes made her firmly determined that Xiao Lang was a person who looked ruthless on the outside but was extremely kind on the inside.

She tried to move Xiao Lang with her tenderness, and even giving her a smile would be worth it.

But... Xiao Lang didn't, and he didn't look at her right now.

She suddenly felt very wronged and lowered her head to look at Xiao Lang. The dried tears slid down two lines of clear tears again. Her body twitched slightly, and the little face of the young man with pear blossoms and rain was heartbreaking.

Xiao Lang still did not respond at all, like a stone standing in the cold wind.

Just as Princess Hemiao covered her face and was about to leave, she reached out with one hand and had a white gauze scarf on her hand!

She suddenly looked up in surprise, but saw that Xiao Lang's face was still extremely cold, but at this moment he spoke: "Stop crying, the face of crying is not beautiful!"

The words were very cold, but it was extremely warm in Princess Hemiao's ears.
Chapter completed!