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"Isn't the king hunting? Why is he here?"

"Hunting?" Seventeen widened his eyes with a look of disbelief.

How come this prince’s memory stopped at three years ago?

"Isn't it?" Ye Xiumo asked.

Seventeen: "Of course not, Your Majesty, you have been a fool for three years."

"What did you say? Idiot?" Ye Xiumo's brows shrank slightly: "I have been a fool for three years?"

Seventeen nodded: "Yes, Your Majesty, please listen to what I say...!"

"........."

Under the big tree in the backyard of the inn.

Feng Qingjiu put his hands behind his back, looking at the bright moon in the sky, feeling extremely bitter.

"Ajiu, are you okay?" Xuanyuan Fuyue walked over and asked softly.

Feng Qingjiu shook his head: "Fuyue, I'm fine."

Looking at Feng Qingjiu's lonely back, Xuanyuan Fuyue felt a little pain in his heart.

"Ajiu, maybe the prince is just temporarily affected by the antidote and will remember it tomorrow!"

Feng Qingjiu: "Maybe!"

Xia Ling, who was standing by, pouted and complained quietly, "The young lady risked her life to get the Wenrou powder and worked hard to make the antidote. She didn't expect that the prince would forget his lifesaver after taking the antidote. She has no conscience."

The system looked at Feng Qingjiu with some sadness: [Host...! ]

"Ah...!" Xuanyuan Fuyue also sighed.

Seeing the two people's sad faces, Feng Qingjiu smiled and said, "Oh, don't be like this, I'm fine, it's not a big deal! He's just a man! If he can't remember, the worst that can happen is divorce."

"There is nothing in this world but men."

"Besides, I'm pretty, rich, and good at martial arts now, so why would I need a man, right?"

Ye Xiumo walked out of the room and just heard these words, and his brows couldn't help but frowned.

What kind of woman is this?

Xia Ling turned around with a sad face, just in time to see the cold and indifferent god standing at the door.

"Your servant pays respect to His Majesty...!"

As soon as I woke up, I had a cold face. Who should I show it to?

Feng Qingjiu and the other two also turned around.

Xuanyuan Fuyue looked at him and nodded!

Ye Xiumo also nodded.

Xuanyuan Fuyue: "Ajiu, I'm going back to my room first."

After the two left, Ye Xiumo walked to the right side of Feng Qingjiu, his tone was quite gentle:

"Seventeen said that the king and you are already married."

Feng Qingjiu nodded slightly: "Yes, they are getting married."

Ye Xiumo: "I'm sorry, I don't remember."

For some reason, Feng Qingjiu's chest began to hurt again after hearing this.

I never thought that these four short words, “I don’t remember”, would be so powerful.

It will make you feel so uncomfortable, it hurts more than being stabbed with a sword.

I really miss silly boy.

"Fairy sister, Amo misses you!" The voice of the silly boy seemed to echo in his ears again.

"I heard what you said just now." Ye Xiumo turned around and looked at the person in front of him.

Feng Qingjiu also looked at him directly: "What?"

Looking at the pair of peerless blue eyes in front of me, there is no trace of myself in them.

Feng Qingjiu couldn't express in words what was in his heart!

"You just said you wanted a divorce." Ye Xiumo said.

"If you want to divorce, I agree and will not treat you unfairly. Feel free to ask for anything."

"If you need anything in the future, you can come to the palace to find me."

His voice was like the biting cold wind in winter, without a trace of warmth. Every word seemed to slide down from the top of an ice peak, cold and indifferent.

Reconciliation?

Feng Qingjiu raised her eyes, trying her best not to let the tears in her eyes fall, and raised the corners of her mouth to reveal a smile: "My Lord, I was just joking just now, I didn't say I wanted a divorce."

"Since you have recovered, my Lord, we should return to the capital tomorrow. I'm sure my father is waiting anxiously."

"It's late at night, it's time to rest."

After Feng Qingjiu finished speaking, he turned around and went back to his room!

No one saw her clenched hands.

The system stretched out its front and kicked Ye Xiumo a few times, muttering: [You heartless man, you actually want to divorce me, you wishful thinking. ]

When I returned to the room, I happened to see Seventeen standing at the door.

"Princess...are you okay?" Seventeen shouted with some heartache.

"I'm fine, go back and rest!" Feng Qingjiu said with a smile.

Looking at Feng Qingjiu's back, Seventeen sighed.

Hey!

The princess is so pitiful!

Your Majesty is really something, how could you have forgotten?

No, the prince must be reminded that if they really get divorced, where can he find such a good princess?

When I thought of the prince asking just now: How is Qingyu?

Seventeen was frightened!

Su Qingyu is not even as good as a single hair of the princess.

"........."

When Ye Xiumo opened the door, Feng Qingjiu was sitting at the table, silent.

"I will sleep on the bed, you sleep on the floor!"

After saying this, Ye Xiumo walked straight to the bed and prepared to lie down with his clothes on.

Feng Qingjiu was completely speechless!

"My Lord, do you still have any shame?"

"Even if we're not married, I'm still a girl! How could you say that I should sleep on the floor?"

"I don't care. I want to sleep on the bed. If you want to sleep on the floor, go and get one yourself."

Feng Qingjiu came to the bed very quickly and dived into the quilt he had lifted up in a flash.

Looking at the woman who was already lying down, Ye Xiumo was dumbfounded.

"This prince is not used to sleeping on the floor."

Hearing this, Feng Qingjiu shrank back: "I'll give you the seat, go to sleep."

A cup of tea has passed!

Feng Qingjiu felt the bed sinking and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

I have just thought about it!

Why should I divorce and give up the man I saved to someone else? That is absolutely not possible.

Besides, it’s so hard to meet a man I like, so I have to grab him!

Just when Feng Qingjiu was about to fall asleep, a voice came to his ears.

“Have we… already…?” Ye Xiumo found it difficult to say what he wanted to say.

Feng Qingjiu pricked up his ears: "My Lord, what do you want to ask?"

"Cough...!" Ye Xiumo coughed awkwardly.

“Is it true that the king and you…is it true that…is it true that…!”

After listening for a long time, Feng Qingjiu still didn't hear the complete words. He felt a little annoyed and turned over to face him: "Your Majesty, what do you want to say?"

Just at this moment, Ye Xiumo also turned over and asked, "Have you and I consummated our marriage?"

The two people's eyes met nakedly.

Time seemed to stand still.

The silly boy used to be so stupid, and Feng Qingjiu felt that there was nothing to be embarrassed about looking at him directly.

But now he had recovered, and he couldn't help blushing when he looked at her directly.

"Consummate...consummate the marriage!" Feng Qingjiu turned around and spoke hesitantly.

Ye Xiumo also turned his head: "Hmm...!"

Feng Qingjiu replied: "The marriage has been consummated."

Hearing this answer, Ye Xiumo on the side sighed.