Castle Peak does not change

"See Your Majesty." The owner of Jiacheng County, Mo Lan, died of his father's illness and stayed in the fiefdom for three years, and he has not returned until now.

"Mo Lan, you're finally back!" Zhi Ming walked off the throne quickly to help him up, his face was full of a relieved smile, "You're finally back..."

"Your Majesty, I'm back." Mo Lan was deeply moved after the many changes over the years, "I've heard about it, Your Majesty and A Li... Sigh."

"This is why you are called here urgently," Zhi Ming's smile receded, his face was full of solemnity, "I thought that Murong Li had plotted against me many times in the past, because of the death of Tai Tuo and Zi Yu, I don't agree with you." I would like to trust him again, and sent troops to attack Yaoguang......"

"Now that I think about it, I'm reckless, and I haven't cleared up many doubts. Now..." Zhi Ming patted Mo Lan's shoulder, "I can only trust you."

"I'll repay Your Majesty's kindness with all my heart." Mo Lan knelt down and bowed, his heart ached.

Ali lighted the incense before going to bed, and separated his spirit and consciousness in his dream.

Murongli was reincarnated for him, and now that he is on the throne again, those things he had forgotten are hidden deep in his soul.

You came.

Well, I want to see you, see Zhi Ming.

Can't let go?

Can't ask for it.

What can we do without asking?

Can't ask for it.

You, Ali shook his head, why bother?

If the soul hadn't consciously buried the past when he woke up, Ali should have remembered everything now.

Love is born to be bitter, and I don’t want to worry about it in the future.Murongli smiled slightly, and I want to thank you for taking care of Zhiming for me.

You are my reincarnation, you are me, and I am also you, so why thank you?

If Zhiming knows the past, I'm afraid he will be sad.

Finally have to leave.

I know.

After the fragrance was exhausted, and the soul and body returned to one, Ali slowly opened his eyes, and there was a faint light in his eyes.

Now it seems that the events when he entered the world were far more complicated than he expected.Murongli and Zhiming have been entangled with each other for half their lives, and it cannot be broken simply by unraveling one party.

In the end, it was when I entered the world that I was hurt so badly that my body and soul subconsciously chose to bury and forget the past.

A Li gritted his teeth, that Zhiming is a bad-brained person, how could he hurt the former him like this?

Reincarnating yourself can bring a brain!

Ali, who regained his memory after a long time, was always deeply moved when he thought of today's resentment.

In vain, he is unparalleled in wisdom and schemes, forgetting to pull out the roots of love, he deserves it!

Ali drove out all the palace people.He sat cross-legged and pinched the magic formula with his hands, a white light rose brightly, and the room was filled with the fragrance of flowers.

The ancient gods are above, and our generation is so vulgar and difficult to understand. Please show us the way to break the fate today.

A majestic voice in the light array went straight into my mind.

Dependent origin and extinction have their own definite numbers.Your heart is already clear, why do you need to ask again?

Ali opened his eyes suddenly, surprised in his heart.

I have a clear mind?

When Mo Lan followed Zhiming to Xiangxu Terrace, Ali was making tea.Seeing the two of them coming, they didn't say much, and raised their hands to please sit down.

"A Li!" Although Mo Lan knew that he had forgotten all his past, he was still not used to seeing him so unfamiliar.

"Yeah." Ali answered him.Mo Lan has Murongli's aura on him, probably because he helped him in his previous life.Now that there is no grievance involved, it is also rare.

I am not allowed to be called A Li, but he is allowed to be called!Zhi Ming took a sip of sour, and looked at Mo Lan fiercely.Mo Lan shuddered and glanced at him carefully, her back felt a little chilly.

"The freshly brewed peony white tea, please." As soon as the time came, the fragrance of the tea was overflowing, Ali took the teacup and poured the tea and the two of them, sitting a little far away and savoring it carefully.

"It's really good tea," Zhi Ming took a sip and nodded, "Master Murong's tea art is getting better and better."

Lord Murong?Mo Lan scalded her mouth with a sip of tea but dared not make a sound, complaining in her heart.

What are you playing, Your Majesty?

Ali blew on the tea foam but ignored him, and the atmosphere was a little delicate for a while.Mo Lan looked around, but didn't know who to call.

"Ah Li," put on the bullet, "This tea doesn't seem to be made by Nakagaki?" Nakagaki seldom uses flowers as tea, and he can't make such a light taste. The broken flowers in the tea are red and white, Extra chic.

"It's really not," Ali didn't look up, but returned him, "This is the Luoyang Red and White Snow Pagoda opened outside the stage, boiled with the rainwater from the day before yesterday mixed with the dew from the morning sun, ordinary well water is not as frivolous as this. "

"It's really special. As expected of A Li's craftsmanship!" Mo Lan heard someone make tea like this for the first time, and he praised it sincerely. He didn't want to be glared at by Zhiming again, so he shrank his head, thinking that he should stop talking .

Zhiming's tea became more sour the more he drank it, and he was so depressed that he regretted why he brought Mo Lan here!

If you don't believe me, look up, who will the heavens spare!

"Lord Murong," Zhi Ming put down the tea, and his subordinates brought in a box, "This is yours, I will return it to the original owner today."

Opening the box, it was the long-lost Gu Lingxiao.

When the fire was finally extinguished that day, Zhiming rushed into the ruins, the sky was covered with dust and there was no living thing.Regardless of his identity, he crazily knelt on the ground and scraped away the rubble, and he only found this Xiao among the wreckage with his blood-soaked hands.The flute should have been buried so that it could be saved.

"That's right, it's indeed mine." A Li finally looked up at him, and picked up the flute, which still had Murong Li's aura on it. "It's time to work together."

Co-owner?Mo Lan almost buried her head in the tea bowl, what are these two playing together?

"The Lord Murong is now the palace musician, why not play a song for me." Zhi Ming felt a little better, he hadn't heard his flute for a long time.

At that time Murong Li said, if the king likes it, I will blow it to him every day.

Now Ali shook his head and put it back in the box, "I'm a little tired today, if you want to listen to the flute, I'd better find someone else."

He was indeed tired, he had consumed too much energy through psychic questioning, and he was exhausted.If he had to cover up the strong fragrance of flowers during the operation, he wouldn't even bother to move, let alone make tea.

Zhi Mingfu's hand holding the teacup was stuck in the air again, he turned his head in a daze, as if he didn't understand what he was saying.

"you……………"

"Your Majesty," a member of the palace hurried in, preventing Zhi Ming from continuing.A little annoyed, she wanted to deal with this palace man, but saw him kneeling on the ground trembling all over.

"What's the matter?"

"Someone outside the palace wanted to find Mr. Murong, but was stopped by the guards..."

All three were shocked.

"Master Murong's friend is here?" Emphasizing the word "friend", Zhi Ming raised his eyebrows, and spoke dissatisfiedly at Ali, "Is he trying to enter the palace?"

"No...he asked me to give Mr. Murong a sentence..."

"What are you talking about?" Ali knelt down to look at him, but the palace servant didn't dare to look at him, and lowered his head again and again.

"He said... Nanyan has returned, why hasn't the king returned?"

Mo Lan was at a loss, but Zhi Ming was furious. Is it that little boy again?How dare you find it here!

"It's him," A Li's mouth kept rising, "you tell him,"

"Come here, Zhiqing, and return with you."

Xiao Gongren nodded and ran away like pounding garlic, and came back after a while.

"Your Majesty, son, he is gone."

A Li couldn't help but burst out laughing, this Mr. Qian, it would be good if he entered the world and transmitted his voice for thousands of miles, and he still came to make such a fuss.

The smile was warm and bright, without any haze, and Mo Lan Zhiming was so dumbfounded that he forgot to ask who that was.

"You two take care of yourself, I'm tired." Leaving a sentence to chase away the guests, Ali walked into the inner room, while Liu Zhiming and Mo Lan stared at each other.Zhi Ming didn't know whether to get angry or to chase after him, he pestered him for a long time, then left with a humming sound.

"Ouch!" Mo Lan also hurried to catch up, the unfinished tea on the table was still steaming.

A Xu is also making tea here, and Jun Jun is playing chess next to him. The wind blows gently, and he turns over the pages of the book on the case table.

"Mr. Qian?"

"Ok?"

"You made a special trip to Wangcheng today just to make the co-lord feel uncomfortable?"

"Well..." Qian Jun bowed his head and sipped his tea, hiding his smile behind the cup.