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Ever since Yan Qingning woke up, his body seemed to have activated its self-protection mechanism. He had all the memories, but he had forgotten Shen Zhuoan's existence.

In other words, he didn't forget Shen Zhuo'an, but regarded Shen Zhuo'an as another person...

"Lord God, many charlatans have recently come to Beijun to support the epidemic area!"

Yan Qingning put his head on Shen Zhuoan's lap and said excitedly: "They said they have developed a prescription that will quickly make the disease disappear."

Shen Zhuo'an caressed the top of his head, and the fallen hair covered the injury at the end of his eyes: "...How is An Ning's health?"

"Doctor Jiang said that it's just the early stage of the epidemic. Drinking a little decoction will make the disease almost better." Yan Qingning had nothing to do, playing with his fingers and talking to him about the recent situation in Beijun.

"Lord God, the epidemic in Bei County has been contained accordingly, and there will be no trouble."

"Doctor Jiang and the others said that although the epidemic this time is violent, it is not too harmful in nature. It is just that the governors and magistrates of Beijun did not act."

"In less than a month, the epidemic here will be almost gone."

Shen Zhuo'an could hear the joy in his words. He hid the imperial city information in his hand and gently smoothed his hair: "Well, everything will be fine..."

Yan Qingning raised her eyes slightly to look at him, and out of the corner of her eye inadvertently caught a glimpse of the information he had pressed at the bottom of the book. The dazzling red color didn't look like good news.

He rolled his eyes. Although he had some doubts in his heart, he did not ask Shen Zhuo'an directly. He just silently wrote down the matter.

"Lord God, do you want to come with me to see the current situation in Beijun?" He grabbed Shen Zhuo'an and touched his face, with his eyes slightly lowered, making a pitiful look: "How have you been since I recovered from the epidemic? , and he never went out with me again..."

"Lord God is so cold to me, it makes me wish that this disease is not cured..."

Shen Zhuo'an couldn't resist his pitiful look. When he saw what he said, his heart softened immediately.

"Don't say that, I'll just go with you."

After getting the answer he wanted, Yan Qingning's interest obviously increased a lot, and he even rushed over to hug Shen Zhuoan like a child.

This kind of situation has happened frequently since Yan Qingning recovered from his illness. Shen Zhuoan was naturally used to his appearance and naturally took him into his arms.

His attention was focused on the person in his arms, and he did not notice the information under the book for a moment, which was slipped quietly into the sleeves of Yan Qingning's sleeves.

Yan Qingning nestled in his arms, but her eyes always fell on the ends of his eyes that were covered by hair.

I always feel that the gods are deliberately hiding this place.

He knew that the Lord God would always pamper him, so he used the time of fooling around in his arms to lift the hair covering the ends of his eyes.

There is a pale pink scar on the fair skin.

The doubts in Yan Qingning's heart deepened, and the hand holding Shen Zhuo'an slowly relaxed a little.

How come there is an injury at the end of Lord God’s eye? !

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The epidemic in Beijun was gradually contained, and the famine caused by the embezzlement of money and grain also disappeared under Shen Zhuoan's series of thunderous measures.

Yan Qingning held Shen Zhuoan's hand and walked, like a child who had to join in the fun whenever he saw something new.

It happened that someone was giving porridge in the cloth tent in front of him. Yan Qingning was always willing to join in the fun, so he let go of Shen Zhuoan's hand and was about to go over.

The moment their fingertips separated, Shen Zhuoan suddenly squeezed his hand again.

"Lord God?" Yan Qingning turned around and stared at him in confusion.

"Nothing." Shen Zhuoan lowered his eyes to suppress the uneasiness in his heart, "I just want to hold Aning's hand."

He was trying his best to imitate the "Lord God" he knew, and forcibly concealed the "Chen Zhuo'an" side of himself.

Like a clown on the stage, he imitates others clumsily, causing laughter.

Yan Qingning looked at the hands held by the two of them, took the initiative to squeeze them tighter, and narrowed his eyes with a smile: "If you want to hold the Lord God, you can hold it. An Ning will never resist the wishes of the Lord God."

The love in his light eyes was so bright that it was dazzling. Shen Zhuoan turned his head to avoid the love in his eyes that did not belong to him, and pursed his lips unnaturally.

Yan Qingning was obviously used to Shen Zhuoan's temperament of saying nothing, so he dragged him to the porridge shed and took the initiative to take up the task of giving porridge.

When the guards saw him taking the initiative, no one dared to stop him. They even took the initiative to hand him the spoon for scooping porridge.

Shen Zhuo'an blankly accepted the spoon he handed over and looked at him in confusion.

Yan Qingning blinked: "Lord God, haven't you always been kind and compassionate to all living beings?"

"How about we make soup together?"

love?

Compassion for all living beings?

These two words have nothing to do with him. He is greedy for power and only does things that are beneficial to himself. He handles government affairs in order to better control power, and does things for the people just to win over people's hearts and make them sound better. Just fame.

But these two words refer to the god in the little emperor's heart. If he wants to imitate that person, he must do these things that are impossible for him to do. He must...

Erase the "Shen Zhuoan" side of yourself.

As a substitute, you must have the consciousness of being a substitute...

Shen Zhuo'an swallowed the bitterness in his heart and nodded in agreement: "Okay."

Yan Qingning was obviously very happy when he received the affirmative answer. He greeted the people who came to receive the porridge warmly. There was no trace of the formality that was forced out of him by the environment when he was in the palace, and his whole person was much more casual.

Shen Zhuo'an held the spoon in his hand and stiffly imitated Yan Qingning's movements to serve porridge to the people.

After the two joined the soup kitchen, the soup kitchen operation that was originally scheduled to end at noon ended in the morning.

Yan Qingning couldn't rest, so he took the initiative to take the grain from the Chenyuan County government office and deliver it door to door.

"No." Shen Zhuo'an said with a straight face, "Your body is not fully recovered yet, so you shouldn't work too much."

Yan Qingning looked at him like this and flattened her mouth and said coquettishly: "Lord God, I'm almost healed. If you don't believe me, you can ask Dr. Jiang to give me another diagnosis and treatment. I guarantee that I am in good health!"

Shen Zhuo'an couldn't resist him, so he sighed and said, "I'll take you to Jiang Yao's place to see if he says it's okay."

Yan Qingning knew that what he said meant half-agreement, and took the initiative to hug him and leave a kiss on his lips: "I knew that Lord God will always be the best person!"

But I am not the "god" you call me...

I'm just a lowly fake, occupying someone else's identity...

Shen Zhuoan did not say these words. He was deeply immersed in Yan Qingning's unreserved love, but he also clearly realized that this love was not for him.

These pure, sincere, and unreserved love are all for the guy who Yan Qingning calls "God".

Only that person possesses all the love of Yan Qingning...