The Guide to the Peak of Quick Transmigration

In the 3 minutes when the teleportation prompt was turned on, Wu Siyu finally remembered all the things about herself before, and she hugged this person who had Xuanyuan Yueming's face, but who was completely different from the proud king.

Her feelings towards this person are really complicated. She loves this person, but at the same time she also hates him. As much as she loves, she has as much resentment.

Reaching out to caress the familiar face of the other party, in fact, forgetting is not necessarily a bad thing, is it?

If I hadn't forgotten, I probably would never have the guts to approach her, so how would I know that the strong she has a fragile and soft heart!

myself!It's really useless, I can never harden my heart to refuse this person, let alone hurt him.

"Xuanyuan Yueming, I love you." Wu Siyu kissed Xuanyuan Yueming's slightly parted lips almost devoutly.

"Although I don't know what human love is, I will be happy when I see you happy, I will be angry when I see you sad, and I will be angry when I see you are kind to others... You are different to me " Xuanyuan Yueming didn't know how to organize his words.

She really doesn't know what love is!

But seeing Wu Siyu's unprecedented leak of true feelings, she felt that she should not let her down, but how should she say it?

"I understand." Wu Siyu's smile had no meaning at all, it was just a smile.

Such a clean and pure smile gave Xuanyuan Yueming the illusion that this person had actually seen through his own heart.

In Wu Siyu's mind, the metallic sound belonging to the guide with job number 87710615 has entered the countdown to transmission.

"Say sorry to Yang Chen and Yan Chen for me." The corner of Wu Siyu's mouth smiled very lightly, with a hint of sadness and doting.

Xuanyuan Yueming only felt a wave of spiritual energy in the space, and the person in his arms had already closed his eyes and fell asleep.

She thought it was just the fluctuation caused by the passing people, and didn't take it into her heart, but she didn't know that the soul in this body had been replaced with the soul of the original tomb robber at that moment.

And the soul to which she had given her affection had already left.

Here Xuanyuan Yueming sleeps peacefully in the bed with his freshly baked little wife in his arms, and continues his great career of making people along the way.

But Wu Siyu was brought back to reality by the sound of wooden fish.

Her head was swollen with pain, as if she had forgotten something important and was missing something, but she couldn't remember anything.

It was just a vague voice that seemed to be saying to himself, "Congratulations to the host for triggering the main task, and monopolizing the oiran."

What happened after that, Wu Siyu couldn't remember clearly, the voice was intermittent and indistinct, Wu Siyu seemed to have heard it, but it seemed that he didn't hear it.

She really wanted to open her eyes to see why the sound of the wooden fish that disturbed her dreams didn't stop, but her eyelids were heavy, as if something was pressing on her eyes and she couldn't open them.

"Amitabha, don't worry too much as a benefactor, my Buddha is merciful, whisper..." An old voice came into Wu Siyu's ear accompanied by the sound of a wooden fish.

Wu Siyu felt that his hairs were standing on end, he didn't believe in Buddhism!

Subconsciously she thought this way, but soon she didn't understand why she thought this way, her head was empty, although she had no memory, but she knew she shouldn't think this way, very contradictory, her eyelids moved, but Can't keep my eyes open.

"Master host, little master Jingyu is here to save Mingyue from being injured, how can Mingyue not be worried." A charming voice interrupted the other party with anxiety and worry.

"Amitabha! The almsgiver is kind." It was still the old voice, but Wu Siyu felt that the voice was always a bit strange, and seemed to have some ambiguity. This kindness always felt like an insinuation!

"Master host, you also know that the queen mother was murdered by a traitor, and the emperor listened to the slander and beheaded her to death, but my majestic concubine had to live in prostitution, making a living by laughing, hiding in a filthy place, and being neglected and abused by everyone." Bullying and insulting. She is very important to me. She snatched my cup of poisoned tea when she left the palace. In the water." The charming female voice carried the coldness and aura that made Wu Siyu's whole body shudder.

She seems to have heard something she shouldn't have heard!

I don't know if people know that she heard this kind of secret in the palace, will she be murdered to silence her?

Probably not!According to this person's opinion, I should have saved her life!

If you are destroying your humanity, you won't want the life of your own savior!

"Amitabha! You carry a blood debt on your body, and you have great ambitions hidden in your weak body. Too many children's affairs will only be your burden. You have a special status now, and you can't protect yourself. How do you know that it's not you who are dragging others down." The owner of the old voice had stopped knocking on the wooden fish, with the intention of the elders admonishing the younger ones.

He is a hard-working person, and he is also an ambitious person!

As Wu Siyu thought about it, he unconsciously moved his fingers.

The person guarding her bed grabbed her hand. It was not soft and tender, but had thin calluses, which seemed to be caused by long-term labor or holding something heavy.

"Host, she moved. Look, she moved." The charming female voice was a little out of control.

"Amitabha, people have their own destiny. Jing Yu's destiny should not end here." The old voice sighed, but Wu Siyu could clearly feel the other party's helplessness and worry.

"It will take some time for her to wake up." The old voice seemed to know Wu Siyu's physical condition well.

"Oh. I want to take her out of here. Her body is very weak now, porridge and vegetables can't nourish her body at all." The hand holding Wu Siyu tightened, as if wanting to absorb strength from her.

"The cup of poisoned tea 17 years ago not only made Jingyu unable to see, but also made her lose her memory before she was 12 years old. But this time, in order to save you, she was invaded into a bamboo cage and thrown into the moat. If you lose your head, you may not be able to lift heavy objects after the bones of the hand have been connected. My child, I am merciful. When you couldn't protect yourself, you sent her here because it can protect her well? Your oath back then Have you forgotten it?" There was questioning and sternness in the old voice.

"Master, I haven't forgotten. When I left her to you, I made an oath that I would definitely return to the palace and get back everything that belonged to me. Let those who harmed my mother's family, the poisonous Those who killed my mother will pay the price they deserve. I will definitely sit in that chair!" There was firmness and hatred in her charming voice.

"Since you haven't forgotten, why bother to be persistent now. Your obsession is too deep and too much. It may not be a good thing." An old voice sounded.

"You can't protect yourself now, how can you protect others." The old voice became stern.

"Back then, the queen was also a mother, virtuous and virtuous. What happened to her? She didn't want to protect her own children in the end, she couldn't even protect herself. But now you are just a courtesan in a small brothel..." The old voice did not speak. Going on, the meaning behind the words is already very clear.

A princess who should be noble in a country has become a brothel girl who can be picked at will as long as she has money.

Wu Siyu sighed in his heart, sympathized with him, he could see that he had saved this life, he was a monk, sweeping the floor without hurting the lives of ants, cherishing the gauze lamps of moths, these are all normal things.But why when she thinks like this, she feels so hurt, so unwilling, so uncomfortable!

"Host, I know what you mean. But I am going to raise troops soon, and I want to take her with me. She is not just a lifesaver to me." The charming voice was full of pleading and painful struggle.

"Son, you need to know your identity!" The old voice seemed to be tinged with anger.

"Master, if I am king in the future, who will say, dare to say that I am right or wrong. I am the king, you are the minister, and I am the master. I have never said anything to you as the master in these years , This is the first time. Seeing your identity clearly, you are my mother's empress' substitute monk. You became a monk in place of my mother's empress, and it is because of this that you are the host here." The charming girl suddenly became overbearing people questioned.

"Since the young master insists on this, the poor nun can only obey. When people wake up, you go away!" After a heavy sigh, the old voice said, and then the door opened and closed.

"Siyu, actually it's good to forget. This way you won't be bothered by the past. Without the past, we can create the present and future memories together. You have always been a blank sheet of paper, so clean and pure you , how can I be willing to let go of you and leave by myself. Maybe we will have a difficult time, but with you by my side, I always feel at ease, just like when I was in the palace, you have all kinds of ways Make me happy. It's a pity that you can't see anything now, and you are chanting scriptures here all day long, and everyone is quiet. In the end, I am sorry!" The charming voice is full of sadness and self-blame, bitter, tired, helpless, painful... …

Wu Siyu really wanted to hold the other person's hand and comfort the sad person who was trapped in her own world, but she couldn't.

Although she was conscious, her body was not fully awake.

Just listening to the other person's words, her heart felt as if someone was stabbing her heart with a knife, □□, it was stabbing down, she couldn't control the pain.

This person obviously didn't have any moving words, but he was not only moved, but also distressed.

I feel sorry for this person's experience, I feel sorry for this person's pain, I feel sorry for this person's strength, and I feel sorry for this person's desire to be treated gently, but I have to let myself indifferently reject others' kindness, so I can only suffer alone in my own world Survive...

The author has something to say: This chapter has been written and changed many times.

It hurts me to write it.

2017年12月17日21:43:48

Lin Zi asked the nun to match the oiran by name, but I really can't write her routine, so I can only follow my preference.