She never understood why a man whom she had met only a few times would leave such an unusual imprint on her heart, to the point where it became a knot in her heart that she would never forget. Even when she dreamed about it at midnight, she would never forget it.
I often see the man in green clothes looking at her with bright yet sad eyes in a deserted corner.
It was impossible for her to reciprocate the kindness of saving her life, but she would never be so shaken. What's more, with Dou Zunian's shrewdness, why would he trust a person for no reason and arrange for this person to be in the palace?
Being by her side to protect her, this kind of trust, is so different.
And Murong Yi, as the young master of the Murong family outside the Great Wall, who is said to conquer the city with one sword, why is she willing to go to the palace to be a small captain of the royal guard? Aren't people from a martial arts family supposed to be the most arrogant?
All kinds of questions have been entangled in Yifang's heart for a long time. She has long wanted to ask, but Murong Yi has always been taciturn. It is not suitable for Yifang and him to have more conversations. They can only wait forever for the opportunity.
They passed each other by, and now Dou Zunian suddenly asked a question, making Yifang even more certain that she and Murong Yi, or at least the Dou family and Murong Yi, were related.
Yifang showed a smile and pretended to be surprised: "Brother, do you think I know Guard Murong?" It's not that she doesn't trust Dou Zunian, so she still pretends to be like this, but no matter how close she is to Dou Zunian, between Dou Zunian and her,
There is always a veil. That veil is about her time travel and her soul. She doesn't know how to explain it, and she doesn't know if after it is revealed, even this last trace of warmth will be lost between heaven and earth. So, she
She could only endure it. If Murong Yi related to things before she arrived in this time and space, she could only remain silent.
Dou Zunian took a deep look at Yifang, his eyes lonely. He looked in the direction of the group of imperial guards in the distance, then dipped his index finger into the tea, and wrote a few words lightly on the stone table.
With these few words, Yi Fang's color suddenly changed. She was shocked and finally understood why she had such a strange feeling for Murong Yi. Perhaps it was because the memory of the real Dou Yifang's sleeping soul still had the memory of the past.
The most beautiful and innocent warm memory when she was young, it touched her heart now.
But she didn't understand why Dou Zunian dared to send Murong Yi to the palace with such an identity. Wasn't he afraid that Xia Jie would know that if such an identity was revealed, it would be a huge disaster?
Yifang calmed down her panic. She forced herself to calm down and looked at Dou Zunian, "Brother, since you know, why do you still arrange for him to enter the palace? You know, him!"
Dou Zunian smiled faintly, with a peaceful face. He intercepted Yi Fang's words and said calmly: "Don't worry, the emperor knows."
"He knows."
Yi Fang gasped in her heart. She didn't understand that every step in the palace, she had left no stone unturned and tried her best to move in the safest direction. She thought that she understood the man's heart and Xia Jie's temper well enough.
, but now, her brother suddenly told her that there was such a layer of entanglement hidden in a place that no one knew about. Moreover, it was obvious that only she, her brother and Xia Jie, or Xia Jie, were hiding this matter.
Brother, Murong Yi, and the three of them had already come to a conclusion about this matter, but they just hid it from her. I don't know why they didn't want to hide it anymore, so they chose to tell it.
The knowledge of Murong Yi's identity and Xia Jie's made Yi Fang gradually feel confused. She calmed herself down, her expression was a little complicated, she bit her lip and then looked at Dou Zunian.
"Brother, what is going on?"
Looking over Yi Fang's face, Dou Zunian's expression was somewhat desolate and helpless.
"Yifang, when you fell into the water, you had a high fever, and you were in a coma for a long time before you woke up. As a result, you lost all your memory. So you can't remember the past, but you should remember that when you were a child, my mother and I often teased you, saying that you would be in the future.
If you marry your husband's family, a martial arts family like that, and you are coquettish all day long, you will definitely be bullied."
Speaking of childhood memories, a warm current surged through Yifang's heart. Those days were difficult and poor, but her closest family members were all together. After a day of exhaustion, she was happy with even porridge and side dishes. If it hadn't been for Dou later.
Wang, Dou Yilan and others bullied others so much that she would rather be locked up in that dilapidated courtyard forever, and then wait until her brother gets married, separates the family and leaves Dou Mansion, and then they can live their own small lives, but in the end God's will
people.
"I remember, and I know now, that the martial arts family you are talking about is the Murong family, and the person I once discussed marriage with is Murong Yi." Yifang raised his head and looked at Dou Zunian, his eyes calm and calm. Until now, she
My heart gradually calmed down, and I no longer felt the initial panic and confusion. Once it comes, I will be at peace with it.
"Murong Yihe was born in the same year. When you were born, your mother had already lost her favor. My grandfather still had some prestige in the court at that time. In order to protect your future marriage and prevent you from being arbitrarily bullied, we decided to settle down with the Murong family.
.At that time, the Murong family was still in the Jiangnan area, and my ancestors had produced three number one scholars. They were not full-fledged Jianghu, but semi-famous families. My grandfather did not choose a better marriage for you because he was afraid that Dou Wang and the others would have bad intentions in the future.
Dissatisfied and jealous, the marriage will be ruined. The Murong family, half of them speak well and half of their famous family, cannot win the eyes of people with high aspirations such as Dou Wang and others. They will only be happy that you married a ruthless man and will not destroy it. The Murong family is because of their maternal ancestors.
Having shown kindness to them, they will also treat you kindly. Originally, it was a happy marriage. Therefore, when you were two years old, the Murong family sent Murong Yi to live with the Dou family for a period of time. At that time, you were not sensible.
, followed Murong Yi every day, calling him Brother Yi, until later, something happened to the Murong family, the whole family moved outside the Great Wall, and we lost contact with the Murong family. You still cried for a long time, until you fell into the water and lost your memory, you
I never mentioned this brother again."
"Then, the Hua family lost the favor of the emperor, and major events happened frequently in the clan. My grandfather could no longer take care of us. The Dou family became even more harsh on us and my mother. They even stopped acknowledging the marriage that they had arranged with the Murong family and insisted on marrying us.
Sell you to Earl’s Mansion to fill in a house!”
When Dou Zunian said this, he put the tea cup heavily on the table. There was still hatred that could not be concealed in his eyes. This was his eternal shame. The hatred of not being able to protect his sister had long been engraved in his bones, just like her.
King Dou’s hatred will never end until death!
Yifang sighed, took out the embroidered handkerchief from his arms, handed it to Dou Zunian, and asked him to wipe away the tea in his hand. Seeing Yifang's caring and warm eyes, Dou Zunian smiled slightly and his face gradually turned calm.
I was more than ten minutes late, so I continued on. I saw a dozen reminder tickets, for 12,000 yuan, I tried my best to see if I could earn the eight yuan, sweat.