After I fell off the horse, my brothers all attacked me.

Not far from the Palace of the King of England, I searched for Xi Yuan, who was not the king of the King of England, and accidentally got any news about Yin'er.

"found it?!"

Xi Yuan stood up suddenly, grabbed the general's clothes, and asked impatiently, "Where is she?"

The general was held by the collar by him, and his expression remained calm, "Ms. Yin'er fell into the river and was rescued by a family downstream. She has married and now has two children. She is living a good life."

Xi Yuan took a few deep breaths, his expression fluctuated, and finally he stopped laughing, "Haha, let me just say, how could the king of Yingjun be Yin'er? It's a coincidence, it's all a coincidence!"

When he learned that Yin'er was the king of England that day, his views were blown apart.

It is completely unimaginable that the Yin'er that he was thinking about, the Yin'er that made him fascinated, turned out to be a man!

There must be something wrong.

For more than ten days in a row, he forcibly broke into the Jiangyin Palace, forcing Si Jingming to hand over King Yingjun.

Yes, he doesn't care about the life and death of the King of England at all.

How is it possible - he just wanted to ask how the King of England knew so much news about Yin'er.

Unexpectedly, the Jiangyin Palace is like an iron wall and a copper wall, he can't see anyone at all, but fortunately, the person sent to Xiwu to check Yin'er's situation back then has returned.

Bring back a news that is both unexpected and expected.

——The King of England is not Yin'er.

But unexpectedly, he was delighted to learn that Yin'er was alive.

But when he heard that Yin'er was married, he was not sad at all, as if all these years of waiting were a joke.

Now that Yin'er already has a home and is living a good life, what about him, why didn't he want to meet Yin'er in the past, at least to put an end to his longing for so many years.

The laughter gradually faded from the initial cheerfulness, becoming more and more bitter.

The general looked at the bearded general these days, and said slowly: "The last general hasn't finished yet."

Xi Yuan was a little surprised.

The general lowered his head, unable to bear to look at him: "Miss Yin'er, I have completely forgotten about the past with the general, as if I have never known the general."

Xi Yuan let go, "If you fall into the river once, you may indeed lose your memory."

The general shook his head, "It's not amnesia, Miss Yin'er remembers everything except what happened after meeting the general."

"According to Miss Yin'er's dictation, she lost her memory for several months. When she became conscious, she was in the house bought by the general, surrounded by people she didn't know."

"It was precisely because Miss Yin'er was afraid that she escaped from the protected area that the general painstakingly established for her, that the tragedy happened."

Xi Yuan sneered and didn't believe it at all, "How could such a thing happen."

The general had anticipated his reaction long ago, so he simply kept silent.

At this moment, someone who was investigating the news of the King of England broke in, "General, the King of England is still alive, and he walked back to the Palace of the King of England by himself!"

Xi Yuan's physical reaction was faster than his thinking, his eyes were faintly excited, and he walked up quickly, "Really?"

He completely forgot about Yin'er.

Knowing that King Yingjun is still alive, and even went out for a walk, Xi Yuan wiped his face, and said to the reporter, "Let's go."

As soon as the boots stepped through the gate, he paused, pulled his clothes and smelled the clothes he hadn't changed for several days, and touched his unkempt face...

Xi Yuan coughed, "Wait for a moment." He disappeared instantly.

The general and the newcomer looked at each other and sighed together.

After tidying up and recovering his old style, Xi Yuan hurried to the palace of Yingjun, and showed his identity as the great general who protects the country, and was invited into the palace in fear by his servants.

While waiting alone in the room, for some reason, he suddenly felt a little dry, tightened his collar, opened and closed the fan, and looked out the door involuntarily.

Just as he was closing his poor fan for the eleventh time, Xi Yuan, who had clear ears and eyesight, heard the sound of footsteps approaching outside.

Xi Yuan had a smile in his eyes, "Is that why you want to see me?"

He unfolded the folding fan that outlined the rich peonies, thinking that it would look better if it was open.

When the face of King Yingjun appeared at the door, Xi Yuan suddenly turned around and smiled: "Yin'er, no, it should be King Yingjun. Long time no see."

The person who came stopped, his expression was astonished.

Hearing the visit of the high-ranking general who protects the country, the king of Yingjun, who rushed over non-stop, said in an extremely disturbed tone: "When did the general and this king meet?"

Xi Yuan's smile behind the folding fan disappeared little by little.

That person would never speak in such a humble tone, even if he was living in another family, he always communicated with everyone equally.

He looked at the King of England whose temperament had changed drastically, and suddenly remembered what the soldier had said before, the folding fan held by the finger bones was split inch by inch.

Said the soldier.

"Miss Yin'er doesn't remember the general, she said she has never met the general."

People in the world have different situations because of their status. Countless people are struggling in pain, and they are eager to find justice, but it is harder than going to heaven.

However, time is the fairest. No matter what expectations, pains, and longings you have, they must be pushed by the years, and you can't stop even one step.

The only difference is that a certain initial emotion will petrify into clusters of arrows in the long river of time, dormant behind every night, and gradually change in quality.

For example, the King of Jiangyin, who is becoming more and more famous.

Those who know the core secrets in the Jiangyin Palace know that the Jiangyin King is waiting for someone.

Apart from dealing with necessary troubles, he didn't go anywhere, just stayed in a room in a villa outside the city, quietly waiting for someone to arrive.

......

Seven days passed—

The King of Jiangyin had nothing to do, so he simply went out, walked up and down in the yard, pointed to every place, and told Steward Zeng:

"Put a rattan chair here so that he can bask in the sun."

"Here, plant a few more redbud trees, he likes it."

"The master of Liuxian Tower is on call at any time, and he cannot leave without authorization."

Butler Zeng memorized them all.

......

January passed—

King Jiangyin came out of the dark room, looked at the scorching sun in the sky, and the direction of going down the mountain, he understood, and said slowly to Butler Zeng behind him: "Send someone to repair the road, the road up the mountain is really steep."

Butler Zeng wanted to say something, but in the end he just sighed, "Okay."

......

March passed. ——

King Jiangyin's skin became paler without seeing the sun, and his black pupils became darker and darker. He was not used to the strong light outside, so he squinted his eyes for a long time, and suddenly became worried.

"My portrait, are you sure it hasn't been circulated among the people?" The voice that hadn't spoken for a long time was a little hoarse.

Butler Zeng replied: "There is no circulation in the market, but I don't guarantee whether there are any private possessions."

Hearing this, King Jiangyin's face turned pale, "Could he have seen... angry, so he hasn't come to see me for so long."

Butler Zeng actually felt that his prince had lost his mind, but he didn't dare to say it.

......

half a year——

King Jiangyin sat in the room blankly, looking at the position on the bed, thinking that before the man left, he suddenly grabbed his hand and said to wait for him.

He waited, but the man never came.

"I'll wait for you for half a year, you said, you will come to me." Jiangyin Wang leaned on Shinan's favorite armchair, a glint flashed in his eyes, and said slowly: "If you don't come again, I will be angry .”

"I would really be mad."

.......

In a blink of an eye, spring, summer, autumn and winter passed by one by one, and it has been a year since Shi Nan left.

The room that hadn't been opened for a long time, under the watchful eyes of Butler Zeng and Wei Si, the door slowly opened.

The unpleasant creaking sound pierced the hearts of several people, and fear arose for no reason.

Steward Zeng's old heart can hardly bear the blow. Over the past year, he has watched the prince go from anticipation, worry, suspicion, and anger to now, and he has completely lost his mind.

Fortunately, the prince has always been in a clear mind and never fell ill, which is somewhat of a consolation.

The black boots stepped out first, and the long-silent King Jiangyin finally stepped out of the area that was undoubtedly the prison.

He looked up at the little bird on the tree in the yard, and smiled lightly.

"When did so many birds come?"

Steward Zeng and Wei Si looked at each other, and said bravely, "My lord, are you still waiting?"

King Jiangyin glanced at him and smiled: "Wait, why not wait."

Then your reaction is wrong.

Butler Zeng pondered his thoughts, "That's right, I've been waiting for so long, my lord, don't worry, all the prepared things are still there."

"No need," Si Jingming narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked away, "He won't come, let's go down the mountain to find him."

Steward Zeng sighed secretly, the prince hadn't given up yet, somehow he was still a little moved, there would never be someone as infatuated as the prince.

But then, I heard Jiangyin's kingly way, "When I trick someone in, I'll tie him up..."

Butler Zeng: "..."

Wei Si: "..."

Si Jingming continued: "Ask him why he came so late, and ask him if he has any regrets."

Steward Zeng said, "It's not like—"

"As for, of course as for, why not?" Si Jingming didn't think so, he pointed to his face, "Am I easy to deceive?"

Butler Zeng sneered, "Where?"

Si Jingming nodded, "So it is right to pay the price."

Butler Zeng was already terrified, "What if the reason he said doesn't hold water?"

Si Jingming smiled slightly, "If you're not happy, kill yourself."

Butler Zeng swallowed, "It would be nice to say it..."

"Is that so?" Si Jingming was a little distressed, thought for a moment, and said to himself: "Then punish him in other ways, lock him up, and lock him up in this courtyard and lock him in the room."

Butler Zeng's hands and feet were trembling.

Si Jingming was still saying, "Wei Si poked a few holes in the door, let him see, look hard, and keep your eyes open for me to take a good look—"

His tone turned dark instantly.

"You can't bask in the sun, you can't eat the crystal shrimp balls made by Liuxianlou's master, and you can't eat shredded duck.

There was a fierce anger in his eyes that he couldn't hide no matter what, "Let him know the consequences of cheating me!"

Wei Si's hand holding the knife trembled.

The echo echoed in the secluded villa, the birds on the trees were frightened and flew away, the scene was very quiet for a while.

After a long while, Steward Zeng finally found his voice, resisted the urge to faint, and responded with difficulty: "My lord is very thoughtful...very thoughtful."

The author has something to say: You are good-looking, and you are right.

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Yes, you read that right.

Everyone is blackened.

Except for the dazed Xiao Nannan.

——Tui Jiyou’s Farming Text——

"Prefer Idiots" The Fatty Next Door

Xiao Ziyan, who studies finance, opened his eyes and found that he had traveled through time. The family of three were all wonderful.

Dad has a hot temper and is a well-known shrew in the village.

The daughter-in-law is tall and mighty, a well-known model worker in the village,

And he, frail and sickly, is a well-known oil bottle in the village!

Brother Yan closed and opened his eyes, okay, it's okay, then he just needs to use his brain more.

What? ? ?Brother Yan is still a well-known idiot in the village!

Brother Yan: What is his IQ? 180.

Villager: Are you afraid that you are being stupid again? What the hell is IQ!

Brother Yan: ...Forget it, I'd better make money to support the family first!