The cherry mouth that kept talking suddenly stopped and called in a low voice: "Your Highness, Your Highness, have you remembered something?"

Yan Zheng, who was thinking, suddenly woke up, his body couldn't help but tremble, and said with a wry smile: "Oh~ Why do I have no impression of you at all!"

Peng Ji stubbornly raised her nose and shouted dissatisfiedly: "I think the prince is not only because of memory loss. You are still distracted now. I think you can just call Li Sanleng!"

Yan Zheng showed a polite rather than embarrassing smile to Peng Ji to show his apology, but behind this smile was the endless suspicion in Yan Zheng's heart.

Yan Zheng is sure that he is definitely not Li Jiancheng, he has no feeling about this name. Mortals must have surnames and names. Surnames and names are both representatives of human symbols and the main carriers for human information transmission. Names can

It is said to be the code name for a person's existence, and it is the mark of a person's life. From birth to it, it will be with you until you are old.

After all, people will end up with each other, but the names will be remembered forever. Only then can some people say they have won the reputation of their lives and death!

If this is really his name, he is called every day and called it every day for more than 20 years, even if he loses memory, he will remember his name if he forgets everything!

Even if he really doesn't remember, he should feel extremely familiar when he hears someone calling his name!

But now he has no feeling about the three words Li Jiancheng, and he is so unfamiliar that he is listening to Peng Ji calling someone else's name.

Even in this strange feeling, Yan Zheng had an extremely absurd feeling. The three words Li Jiancheng made him extremely alert!

Although it was not as exaggerated as an enemy, it was enough to make him very alert.

After another hard thinking, Yan Zheng sighed exhaustedly and said to Peng Ji quietly: "Take me out for a walk!"

Seeing that Yan Zheng was in a bad mood, Peng Ji climbed down from the bed sensible. Peng Ji seemed to have changed from the playful and cute girl just now, entering the role of a maid.

Behavedly brought a pair of boots to Yan Zheng and put them on his feet. After serving Yan Zheng, Peng Ji patiently tidyed up his clothes for Yan Zheng. Peng Ji was only waist-high, so it was very difficult for Yan Zheng to tidy up. He put his toes on his feet and jumped.

The jumping look made Yan Zheng laugh secretly.

Aware of the teasing smile on Yan Zheng's face, Peng Ji jumped onto the bed angrily, stood on the edge of the bed to clean Yan Zheng's hair and tidy up his collar. This careful scene once again made Yan Zheng feel excited.

A picture just flashed through his mind. There was once a woman who was tidying up her clothes gently like Peng Ji. In my memory, the other person's face was so blurry that she couldn't see clearly. The other person's face was on her face.

There was always a cloud of fog. When Yan Zheng tried his best to look over and wanted to see the appearance of the other person, he suddenly realized that there was not a person on the other side, but a monster with a long umbrella head.

This scene really scared Yan Zheng. Yan Zheng's body couldn't help but tremble a few times. Peng Ji, who was tidying up Yan Zheng's clothes behind him, felt the tension coming from Yan Zheng's body, and asked in confusion: "

Your Highness, what's wrong with you? Did Peng Ji love you?"

Yan Zheng's face was complicated, and his mouth was still open and closed. After a while of psychological struggle, Yan Zheng asked quietly: "Peng Ji, do you think there is anyone with an umbrella head in this world.

!?"

Peng Ji behind her laughed out loud.

"Your Highness, you won't be stupid, right? Who can turn your head back on the long umbrella? What you are talking about is probably a monster!"

Yan Zheng muttered strangely.

"A monster?"

Then Yan Zheng fell into silence again. The monster in his memory was not fierce at all, but gentle, giving him the feeling that he was not like a vicious monster, but more like his family.

Under this kind of continuous and strange memory, Yan Zheng was led out of the hall by Peng Ji like a puppet, and stepped out of the hall. Yan Zheng's empty pupils gradually brightened and returned to a hint of vitality.

The sky outside is gray, like a layer of darkness on human eyes, or like countless volcanic ash floating in the air, heavy depression.

The surrounding halls are mostly golden or red in color, bright in color, about twenty or thirty meters high.

Sometimes, a flying eaves are seen among the green bushes, which are interspersed with yellow and green, making each other interesting.

Most palaces are covered with glazed tiles, and the bright red prisms are too solemn, while the elegant ones seem to be lacking.

There are exceptions. Is the Yichun Hall where Yan Zheng walked out? The front door is paved with gray square bricks, and the walls are also dark, which is integrated with the surrounding scenery. "The moss marks are green on the steps, and the grass color enters the curtains". It is simple and simple.

Elegant and unique.

There are many corridors between the main halls.

The corridor is like a ribbon, closely connecting the halls. The bright yellow roof is like a yellow dragon winding between the shrinking mountains and rivers. The corridor is also a beautiful gallery, with each beam between the corridors.

There are colorful paintings on them, which are different. The colorful paintings are bright in color, and the contents are mostly landscapes, flowers and birds, and plots in the Analects of Confucius.

Standing in front of the Yichun Palace and looking for a while, Yan Zheng stepped into the corridor next to him. A section of curved corridor, a cluster of grass on the steps, and a group of exquisite carvings all play a subtle role in setting off the atmosphere.

The corridor is divided into more than a dozen sections, and every other section a small pavilion will appear for pedestrians to rest. The paintings on the edges of each section of the pavilion, whether it is mountains, water, people, things, historical stories, or myths and legends,

None of them is the same. Yan Zheng stood under a pavilion and looked up at a painting of "Chang'e Flying to the Moon", and the characters were vivid.

Everything here is strange. Yan Zheng was sure that he had never been to such a luxurious place with such a magnificent and garden-like scenery.

After walking forward through a crescent door, we came to the back garden. The courtyard was full of flowers, and the flowers were not very big. From a distance, the colors were yellow, red, white... and there were still bursts of formations.

The fragrance is full of rockery, and the design is very realistic, giving people the feeling that it is like visiting in the real mountains, lifelike.

Peng Ji pointed to the rockery in the distance and said to Yan Zheng: "Your Highness, did you see that rockery? It was windy that day, and my kite was hanging on the top of the rockery. Go up and get a kite for me.

When you bent down and stood up, you didn't step on the rockery and fell straight down from the rockery. It was four or five meters high, which scared Peng Ji!"

Yan Zheng nodded sadly. He had no impression of what Peng Ji said. For this reason, Yan Zheng walked to the rockery and speculated about the scene that day, but he could not recall it at all.
Chapter completed!