The curtain of the carriage was lifted elegantly from the inside by a very handsome hand. Inside the carriage, in the light and shadow, a tall and handsome man could be vaguely seen.
The man was wearing light purple clothes, with a jade belt around his waist and gauze clothes on the outside. His long black hair was like silk hanging down behind his shoulders.
"What, you don't know me anymore?" He smiled and leaned towards Jiu'er.
Because of this action, a wisp of fragrance hit my nose.
Because of this action, his entire body was exposed to bright light.
That is a face that is exquisite and beautiful.
Her skin is as beautiful as cherry blossoms in March, and her eyes are shining like glass.
Smiling softly, she is as charming and graceful as a Persian cat, and as clear and refined as spring water.
This man was twenty-four or five years old, but he was not as tall and tall as an ordinary man, nor was he as charming as a woman.
He seemed to be filled with spring light, the most brilliant and brightest thing in the world.
But like a poppy, it is extremely dangerous and can make people unable to extricate themselves.
Jiuer opened his mouth.
It's been a long time since I last saw you.
Compared with the person in her impression, this man didn't seem to have changed much, but he seemed to have changed a lot.
The last time they met, she was seven and he was seventeen.
Now, she is sixteen years old and he is twenty-six years old.
The name he called her changed from the little girl Xiaojiuer before to the little girl now.
In the past, Jiu'er had not been able to stay with his relatives for a long time, but in just over half a year, he saw relatives whom he had not seen for almost nine years.
She suddenly murmured with great grievance, "Little uncle."
Ling Duannian, who leaned out, raised his hand and touched her head, saying gently, "Come up."
He reached out his hand, and Jiu'er took his hand and got into the carriage.
The simplicity inside the carriage and the simplicity outside the carriage are completely two worlds.
The inside is not only spacious, but also well-appointed.
Ling Duannian glanced at Jiu'er, who was wearing thin clothes. He didn't think she was cold like others. Instead, he said warmly, "Stretch out your hand."
Jiuer obediently stretched out his hand.
Let the other person take their pulse.
In previous interactions with this little uncle, she had never been so well-behaved and obedient.
Even because I felt that this little uncle was very evil to me, and he was not much older than me. At that time, I was young and loved to play, so I never regarded this little uncle as my elder from the bottom of my heart.
It's more like being a fun and interesting smart person.
After taking his pulse, Ling Duannian glanced at her.
He checked her pulse not for anything else, but to check her current physical condition.
After making sure that her current physical condition was in a relatively stable state, she asked, "Do you know what happened to you?"
Maybe it was because Jiu'er couldn't help but become more vulnerable when faced with relatives who cared about her.
She didn't even think about anything. She just felt that her breath was being held in her throat. The soreness was not only in her eyes, but also spread throughout her body. She clearly didn't think about anything, but she still felt pain.
She looked up at the young man who was much taller than she remembered, and asked almost pitifully, "Uncle, what's wrong with me?"
Ling Duannian looked at her, "You don't remember what you did to yourself. Do you want to remember it?" Of course, this was not something he could tell by taking his pulse. Nor could he tell by taking his pulse.
Did she do something to herself that she doesn't even remember?
There was love and sigh in Ling Duannian's eyes.
There's something very similar between this little girl and him...
"Do you know why you have been vomiting blood for no reason recently?"
Jiu'er looked at him, and at this moment she seemed to have turned into a little girl who really didn't understand anything. She completely lost her usual calmness and wit.
"Because of the death of that Duan Rong, you are subconsciously grieving. The deeper reason is that you are not aware of the emotions that have subtly grown in your bones and the several exposures you gave yourself.
There is a conflict with the Soul Hypnosis Restriction."
"Even if you didn't meet me, you would soon be able to break through the hypnotic restrictions you placed on yourself before you came here."
Jiu'er's fingers trembled slightly.
Although she still didn't think of it, she was not stupid after all.
She was a doctor of that level, and she knew her well enough to understand almost everything.
Ling Duannian's voice was elegant and beautiful, as if it had some kind of magical power when he said, "Little girl, look at me."
Jiuer looked out subconsciously...
Gradually lost consciousness.
A moment later.
After Ling Duan Nian released the hypnotic restraint she had placed on him, Jiu'er's consciousness returned and his whole body began to tremble.
She remembered.
Everything came to mind.
When she got the chance to survive, she immediately formulated a plan.
Because that method requires her and her own 'medicine', the combination of soul and body that is connected and loves each other is effective.
And she felt that it was difficult for her to like a man, but to survive, she had to like him.
First of all, she would never do it if she was sober.
So she prepared the Amnesia Gu on her body and planned to use it on herself as soon as she arrived in Cangyu Kyoto.
This doesn't count, because she knows that things like amnesia Gu can be easily cracked.
Especially for her.
So she hypnotized herself, not once, but three times!
I placed three restrictions on myself to engrav my love for Su Jingxing subconsciously into my bones and blood!
He also hypnotized himself to completely forget about it.
She thought that when the amnesia Gu was broken, she would still fall in love with Su Jingxing based on her "good impression" of him without realizing that he had hypnotized her!
She covered her heart, which seemed to have been pierced by an empty hole, and almost whispered, "Little uncle, I feel so uncomfortable... I feel so uncomfortable, little uncle."
Ling Duannian sighed and patted her head gently again.
"Have you seen your true feelings clearly?"
Jiuer's heart was pierced by thousands of arrows, and he almost vomited blood again.
"Little uncle, I didn't even say goodbye to Duan Rong. I didn't even have a chance to say goodbye to him. It wouldn't have been like this, really..."
If she hadn't placed so many hypnotic restraints on herself, even one less one would be missing.
Ling Duannian didn't just arrive in Cangyu today, he had been there for three days.
In the past three days, he checked some things.
She naturally knew what Jiu'er meant.
Jiu'er came out of the Su Mansion a few days ago and fell ill, which was extremely severe. This made the restraint she put on herself play the greatest role, suppressing all the hazy feelings she had towards Duan Rong, completely suppressing them.
Because she came to Cangyu to survive.
When she was so ill at that time, her body and subconscious told her more than ever that there was only one Su Jingxing in her heart.
Ling Duannian looked slightly outside the carriage, making it difficult to see the expression in his eyes, "Some people, even if you have the opportunity to say goodbye, will leave an indelible mark on your heart."
Jiu'er looked at him, but Ling Duannian looked back, with no other clues in his eyes.
"Perhaps what I say to you next will make you feel better. About your father and the ancestor of the Xiyue Holy Sect." (To be continued)