"My king, this woman may not know anything about what's going on here because she suffered a head injury!"
The man stood up, turned around and bent his waist to speak to another man behind him. The man was wearing a goose-yellow robe trimmed with gold, like a flawless jade figure cast from a flawless piece of jade;
Even standing there quietly, he is still graceful and graceful, giving people a noble Tsinghua feeling. He is born with the aura of a king who dominates the world. His handsome and unparalleled facial features seem to be carved out of marble, with sharp and deep lines.
The gaze, I don’t think it gives people a sense of oppression!
"You really don't remember anything?"
Sikong Junyan looked at the person in front of him, hoping that she would not lie to him. Murong Qian shook his head, looking at the man in front of him, his heart went crazy.
Who is she? Why do some unknown things flash through her mind?
Sikong Junyan looked like this, so he took her hand away and said:
"You don't remember who you are? And where is this place?"
Murong Qian looked up at Sikong Junyan. His appearance was so unfamiliar. Who was he? Murong Qian could only shake his head again.
"Then listen carefully. Your name is Gong Moqian. You are my cousin. My name is Sikong Junyan. Do you know?"
Sikong Junyan really didn't mean to lie to her. Since she has forgotten, he will live the rest of his life with another identity.
"Cousin? Sikong Junyan?"
Gong Moqian silently wrote down the name. How could she, a simple and naive person, know everything about Sikong Junyan?
"Qianqian, take a rest first. My cousin will ask your cousin Xiaowu to accompany you later!"
Sikong Junyan touched Gong Moqian's head, smiled and walked out, then told Xiaodouzi to let the princess come over.
I went to the study room to wait and read the book, but I couldn't read a word. The shadow of that woman kept appearing in my mind. Why could she mess up my mind?
As he stroked his forehead, a crisp voice came from outside the hall.
"Brother Imperial, Brother Imperial!"
Sikong Junyan smiled, this sister is naughty, but when she is serious, even ten cows can't pull her back.
"Xiao Wu, if you are so naughty, who else will be willing to marry you in the future?"
The little girl in front of me was wrapped in a pale pink dress and covered with a white gauze, revealing her graceful neck and clearly visible collarbones.
The pleats of the skirt flow like snow and the moonlight flows to the ground, stretching more than three feet, making the gait more graceful and soft. Three thousand blue silk hairs are tied up with hairbands, and butterfly hairpins are inserted into the hair.
A strand of blue silk hangs down on the chest, and a thin application of powder only adds color. The looming red on the cheeks creates a pure skin as delicate and lovely as petals. The whole person is like a butterfly flying in the wind, but also like a clear spirit.
Thorough ice and snow.
This person is the little princess of the Northern Barbarians—Sikong Wulian
"Tch, I don't want to get married, I just want to follow my elder brother!"
Sikong Wulian no longer looked at Sikong Junyan, but pouted and muttered. Those mutterings could make Sikong Junyan completely speechless!
"Okay, Xiao Wu, if my brother wants to see you for something, please sit down and listen to what he has to say!"
When Sikong Wulian heard that something was coming to her, she turned around, secretly looked at Sikong Junyan's frown, hurriedly walked over, and touched Sikong Junyan's head with his hand.
"Brother, don't be obedient, Xiao Wu just listens to you!"
Sikong Wulian's innocence made Sikong Junyan's heart warm.