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Chapter 118 The Prince of the Former Dynasty ([-])
Song Yunjin had a nightmare. He dreamed of his eyes filled with blood and the cold light of the blade.

In the dream, he was a seven or eight-year-old child, hiding in the cellar with the old servant. People fell one by one in front of his eyes. The old servant covered his mouth for fear that he would accidentally make a sound.

In the end, a woman fell in front of the cellar, revealing an arm covered with red daisy flowers. The old servant was breathless, and kept telling him that it was all right, and that he would protect him.

Song Yunjin looked at the person lying in front of him through the gap in the cellar, and recognized that it was the eldest prince of the Lan Kingdom, who was also the prince of their country according to the eldest son inheritance system.

The strange thing was that his heart was very calm, as if what died in front of him was not a person, but just something unimportant at all. He couldn't even understand why the old servant showed such a frightened expression.

They stayed in the cellar for more than ten days, relying on the vegetables hidden in the cellar for a living, and finally found a time when the guards were a little lax after more than ten days, and the old servant took him out of there.

The fishy smell and sticky feeling of the blood made him feel nauseous and even wanted to vomit his stomach. He left the dangerous place and was picked up by others. He kept walking south until he was chased by those who were chasing him. The soldiers could no longer see them.

After moving house again and again, finally in the fifth year when the previous dynasty fell apart, he was arranged by the old minister to settle down in a small town in the south, where he shut himself up in the room and studied all day long. Go to that place and claim that supreme position.

They kept trying to restore the glory of the previous dynasty, and even reached the point of madness.

Song Yunjin was awakened by this nightmare and sat up.

Looking up, it was already bright outside. He reached out and touched his forehead, and found that he was covered in cold sweat.

Is it... a memory from the past?
He is the prince of the previous dynasty?
Song Yunjin opened her sleeves, her eyes fell on the scabbed wound.

At that time, he was afraid that the wound would be too ugly, and he was also afraid that Luo Zhi would ask why he was injured, so he was actually quite measured when he struck. Judging from the current situation, as long as he takes good care of his wound, his wound will not leave scars.

Now some pink new flesh has grown there, and the weird tail flower has not grown back as the wound has healed.

This relieved him.

In the dream, this daisy flower became the identity card of his former prince. With this strange flower, many old ministers who escaped the purge became his subordinates.

But he doesn't want to be an emperor at all.

His mother and concubine were not favored, and were thrown into the cold palace by the former emperor. He also grew up in the cold palace. The mother and concubine originally had a childhood sweetheart who was in love with each other, but he snatched him into the palace and became pregnant with him.

Therefore, the concubine mother hated both the former emperor and him.

Memories are opened layer by layer like an unsealed box. In my impression, the concubine mother often beat him, punished him to kneel in the snow, or refused to give him food, but maybe because of amnesia, those memories seemed to him like a lifetime away , cannot cause the slightest fluctuation in his heart.

Looking at the sunlight outside, Song Yunjin decided to get up and take a shower first.

The memory of the past was almost restored, but he didn't want to restore it at all.

Tan Tong's words are right, maybe he will be happier if he doesn't recover, because there is really nothing to commemorate in the past memory.

After taking a shower, he changed his clothes, took a plate of snacks and went to the study to find Luo Zhi: "Are you still busy?"

Luo Zhi put down the things in her hands, and covered them with random things: "No, just take a look."

Song Yunjin didn't notice her strange behavior and put the snacks on the table.

"Let me grind ink for you."

In the past few days, whenever Luo Zhi is free, or if she doesn't have a fresh notebook for the time being, she will write and draw in the study. Song Yunjin doesn't know what she is busy with, so she glances at it a little, and forgets if she doesn't understand.

Luo Zhi: "Okay."

Song Yunjin picked up the inkstone, stood by and began to grind the ink, while Luo Zhi picked up the pen and continued the work that had not been completed in the past few days.

After a while, Song Yunjin polished the ink well.

"I went out to look at the farm. The housekeeper said yesterday that the potatoes in the field have sprouted. I want to pick two."

Luo Zhi: "I'll go with you."

"No need," Song Yunjin smiled, "It's just picking a potato."

After going out, Luo Zhi breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly fixed the things just now.

Song Yunjin went out, the smile on his face disappeared, and he turned and walked towards the gate of the yard.

Tan Tong just came to look for Luo Zhi, and when he saw Song Yunjin, his eyes showed a trace of astonishment. Before Song Yunjin had time to say hello, he heard a word.

"Your memory...recovered?"

Song Yunjin paused, looked at Tan Tong: "You're joking, I haven't recovered my memory."

Tan Tong: "Your temperament is very similar to when I saw you just now."

The smile on Song Yunjin's lips became a little forced, she pursed her lips and said, "You must have seen it wrong."

Tan Tong smiled and didn't care much: "I must have seen it wrong."

Winter is coming, Liang Si can't stay in Fengwudu for long, he has to go back to guard the frontier, lest the border barbarians go northward, Luo Zhi came to see him off, put a letter in the package and gave her together, patted her on the shoulder :"come on."

Liang Siming smiled brightly: "Thank you very much."

"You're welcome," Luo Zhi coughed lowly, her eyes drifting away, "Thank you for the scriptures you gave me a few days ago."

Liang Si walked on the road, and a group of people left Fengwudu in a mighty manner.

Because of the opening of new canals, it has become much easier to irrigate farmland. Some young people who have gone away have come back. However, communication was not convenient in ancient times, so only a small number of them came back.

Probably when the Chinese New Year is coming, let's see if the young people who come back for the Chinese New Year will stay in the new year.

The county magistrate stood by, smiling like a flower, and sent the princess off eagerly, and also sent a large bag of local products grown in his own field, as always.

In his hand, he was still carrying the new seed given by Liang Si, which he said had a higher yield and was resistant to drought, so he held it like a baby.

Song Yunjin stood by and silently put a cloak on Luo Zhi: "Go back, it's a bit windy today, I feel a little cold."

The wind in Fengwudu is still very strong, and it has a stinging feeling when it blows over, with a little chill, Song Yunjin is right to say that it is cold.

Luo Zhi turned around and asked, "Do you want to go south to avoid the cold?"

In the south, Song Yunjin is from the south, and those people are all there. Although he may think that he is dead, it is impossible for him to bear the possibility that she will know.

If Luo Zhi knew that he was a remnant of the previous dynasty, would she still be willing to treat him well?
Song Yunjin didn't want to think about this possibility, she tightened her hands slightly, and smiled: "No, it's actually not very cold here, and it's not convenient for us to go to the south now."

(End of this chapter)