Ye Tianci's persistent words made Zhuge Mingkong stunned. She even forgot to avoid his hand until the calloused hand fell on her face.
The indifferent night is given by heaven, and the scorching temperature is given.
Zhuge Mingkong quickly knocked off his hand, looked at him coldly, and said: "If the memory is not restored, my heart is Rong Yu. If the memory is restored, there may be another person in my heart besides Rong Yu, but that person will never be
It's you."
Her decisive words did not make Ye Tianci feel any strange. He just looked at her quietly, with a cold look mixed with a little tenderness, and a cold expression with a little smile.
Looking at Ye Tianci like this, Zhuge Mingkong couldn't help but frown, and she always felt a little uneasy in her heart.
"Miss Mingkong, have you ever thought about asking someone to help you unlock the spiritual arts? Most people cannot unlock this spiritual arts." Bai Ran's voice sounded from the side.
Zhuge Mingkong was stunned for a moment, and then said calmly: "I'm going to find Master Zenhe. He is a great master of the generation. Maybe he can show me a clear path."
"Indeed, Master Zenhe may have a way." Bai Ran nodded and agreed with Zhuge Mingkong's approach.
But he didn't know that Chan He was a member of Zongzheng's clan and he knew spiritual arts. Bai Ran only thought that Zhuge Mingkong asked Chan He to find someone for her who knew spiritual arts.
"In that case, I will go to Kasyapa Temple." Zhuge Mingkong quickly walked out of the room.
When she got outside, she discovered that this was a house on the outskirts of Yanyun City. When she was about to use Qinggong to rush to Kasyapa Temple, Ye Tianci came out.
"My horse is outside. Let's go together. You used to have me. I want to know what you will do to me when you remember everything?" Ye Tianci looked at her deeply, with an unspeakable expression in his eyes.
of depth.
Zhuge Mingkong looked at Ye Tianci quietly, silently, and then she nodded.
"Then let's go together!"
Zhuge Mingkong and Ye Tianci rode on the same horse and rushed to Kayaba Temple quickly, but Kayaba Temple was still some distance away from Yanyun City. The two of them arrived at Kayaba Temple in the evening, and it was already dark.
Among them, the lights of Kasyapa Temple were like a navigation light, guiding their arrival.
When he arrived at the gate of Kasyapa Temple, Zhuge Mingkong was stunned for a moment. Under the bright light, Rong Yu, dressed in white and snowy, stood there quietly. The orange light fell on his face, making him look like
Even more magnificent and unrivaled in elegance.
Beside him, the four stars were there. Not only that, An Nuan and Shuji were also standing at the gate of Kasyapa Temple. It was obvious at a glance that they were waiting for her.
After dismounting, she slowly approached them and walked straight in front of Rong Yu. She looked at him quietly with a pair of calm eyes and asked with some self-deprecation: "Is there nothing in this world that can be hidden from you?"
She never thought that Rong Yu would be waiting for her at the gate of Kasyapa Temple.
Seeing that they came before her, Zhuge Mingkong could imagine that after Rong Yu went to the Acacia Bamboo Forest without seeing her, he went directly to Kasyapa Temple.
He could predict everything.
Rong Yu knew everything about her.
"I know everything about you." Rong Yu looked at her, his eyes were still gentle, his voice was still gentle, and his beautiful face was still breathtakingly beautiful, so beautiful that it made people lose consciousness.
Looking at Rong Yu, Zhuge Mingkong smiled, with a hint of sarcasm in his smile.
"Rong Yu, you let me have you here, then who are you thinking about here?" Zhuge Mingkong pointed at Rong Yu's heart and asked with a flat smile.
"You." Rong Yu replied without hesitation.
"It's Zhuge Mingkong, not me." She said something that puzzled everyone.
Yes, this is indeed puzzling.
However, this is the fact, she is not Zhuge Mingkong, she is Tingyu, Bai Qianyu, not Zhuge Mingkong.
It has only been four years since she became Zhuge Mingkong. Even if she could know those past memories, what would they have to do with her?
The Zhuge Mingkong four years ago was not her, but the Zhuge Mingkong four years later is her.
Rong Yujing looked at her, without any change in his eyes. He reached out to hold her hand and said warmly: "Let's go back. It doesn't matter if we don't want those memories."
"I want it." Zhuge Mingkong said calmly.
"Mingkong, let's go back, as long as you have me." Rong Yu said again.
"I want it." Zhuge Mingkong repeated again.
She looked at Rong Yu, and an indescribable smile suddenly bloomed on her beautiful face. She raised her left hand, attached it to Rong Yu's hand, and spread his fingers one by one.
When doing this action, Rong Yu just looked at her quietly without speaking, but there was indescribable pain in his eyes.
"Mingkong, do you really want those memories?" Rong Yu spoke again, and a hint of trembling could be heard in his gentle voice.
Zhuge Mingkong's gentle smile was gentle and elegant, and there was an indescribable calmness in his eyes: "Rong Yu, isn't this good? Although I don't know much, the person I see often is you.
After I remember it, I might fall in love with you even more, isn't that good?"
"As long as I am now, that's enough." Rong Yu said firmly.
"But I can't let go of the past." Even though it was the past that made her painful.
Through those memories, she could probably think of some.
Rong Yu and Zhuge Mingkong had known each other since they were children and had a certain affection for each other. Otherwise, Zhuge Zhengzong would not have asked for an order to get the two of them married. Later, something must have happened. Rong Yu could no longer marry Zhuge Mingkong, so he did
There is a piece of paper and a book.
Maybe it's because he likes floating dreams.
Perhaps, there are other reasons.
These problems kept swirling in her mind, making it impossible for her to ignore them. If these problems were not solved, she felt that the relationship between her and Rong Yu might be over.
Although it is not my own memory, it is the memory of this body.
She really wants to know.
The past between Rong Yu and Zhuge Mingkong, and the truth about the piece of paper and Li Shu.
The two of them were silently confronting each other for more than a quarter of an hour. Rong Yu reached out and touched her face and said softly: "Perhaps I was wrong at the beginning. I was sorry for you and caused you so much pain."
"Maybe!" Zhuge Mingkong smiled, put his hand on the back of Rong Yu's hand, and gently rubbed his face against Rong Yu's palm, which was as smooth as silk.
Rong Yu looked at her quietly, his eyes soft, but with a hint of unspeakable pain.
At this time, Shuji who was standing aside couldn't bear it anymore. He immediately grabbed Zhuge Mingkong's hand and asked: "Xiao Tou, what are you talking about?"
"It's nothing, just some past events." Zhuge Mingkong smiled, not seeing anything strange at all.
"But, something doesn't look right with you!" Shuji was very confused by Zhuge Mingkong's words. His eyes kept intersecting on the faces of Zhuge Mingkong and Rong Yu. Then he let go of Zhuge Mingkong's hand and said:
"Forget it, you will tell me when you want to say it."
"Well, then you wait for the next life, maybe I will tell you." Zhuge Mingkong was still in the mood to joke, and then she crossed Rong Yu and pushed open the door of Kasyapa Temple.
Zhuge Mingkong went in first, followed by Annuan and Shusi.
Ye Tianci then left. When passing by Rong Yu, Rong Yu spoke calmly, with a rare cold tone.
"Third Prince, there are times in your life that you must have, but there are times in your life that don't exist, so don't force yourself."
"Prince Anling, aren't you forcing yourself?" Ye Tianci gave Rong Yu a cold look and said.
"She has always been mine, I don't have to force her." Rong Yu glanced at Ye Tianci with a cold look, and then walked into Kasyapa Temple ahead of Ye Tianci.
Under the leadership of the monks of Kasyapa Temple, Zhuge Mingkong arrived at the Zen room of Master Zenhe. At this time, he was sitting quietly on the futon and meditating. He seemed to hear someone knocking on the door. Master Zenhe opened his eyes and saw
When Zhuge Ming was in the air, he was stunned for a moment, and then there was an indescribable smile in his eyes.
"Miss Mingkong, long time no see." A smile flashed on Master Zenhe's old face.
"Indeed, long time no see." Zhuge Mingkong walked into Zen He's Zen room, his eyes always falling on Master Zen He.
Soon, many people gathered in Master Zen and his room. Master Zen and he sat quietly on the futon, looking at Zhuge Mingkong.
"Miss Mingkong, what brings you here today?" Chanhe asked.
"Master Zenhe, someone used spiritual techniques to modify my memory. I hope Master can help me." Zhuge Mingkong said directly.
"Come here and show me your hand!"
After Chan He's voice fell, Zhuge Mingkong walked into Chan He and stretched out his right hand. Two fingers of Zen He's right hand fell on Zhuge Mingkong's wrist, and then smiled and said: "The spiritual arts of the Yue Clan, cast spells
He is truly a genius!"
"Master, can you solve it?" Zhuge Mingkong asked.
"There is a way to solve it." Zen He nodded, then looked at Rong Yu and smiled, then looked at Zhuge Mingkong: "Miss Mingkong has a deep obsession. In fact, not understanding it is not necessarily a bad thing."
"Master himself can't forget the mortal world. How can I, a little girl, forget it?" Zhuge Mingkong retracted his hand, and there was a profound meaning in his words.
Chan He was stunned for a moment, then stood up and said, "Sit down!"
"Master, do you want to give me the spiritual interpretation technique?" Zhuge Mingkong sat on the futon that Zen and he had just sat on.
"How can you not think about the mortal world when you are in the world of mortals? Miss Mingkong, what you said is absolutely true." Chan He sighed, then clasped his hands together, white smoke surrounded his hands, and then his hands faced Zhuge Mingkong
, the white smoke quickly penetrated into her body.
Suddenly, Zhuge Mingkong felt that her body was extremely hot, as if she was being roasted in a fire. At the same time, her head began to hurt violently.
Holding her head with both hands, Zhuge Mingkong looked in front of her with eyes tightly closed. It was as if her head had been forcefully pried open by something, and she could hardly control herself because of the pain.
At the same time, many more pictures rushed over in an instant, making her head hurt even more.
And some things, some things, she completely understood.