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What nonsense? "Jiangyu Xing somehow felt a fever in his ears, "What daughter-in-law? "

Zhao Feng only thought he was embarrassed, and teased, "Why? Not a daughter-in-law, but a husband?"

"Is your skin itchy?" Jiang Yuxing heard more and more something wrong, "What's the mess?"

"It's quite messy," Zhao Feng put his shoulders on him and whispered, "Is he messing with you, or are you messing with him?"

Jiang Yuxing was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly remembered that after he came up from the pit last time, because Liu Cen wanted to help him desperately, he fell to the ground under tugging, and Lin Ziyan kissed him on the face...

"Ayu," Zhao Feng waved his hand in front of him, and smiled, "Are you hot? Your face is so red, hahahahaha..."

Jiang Yuxing subconsciously touched his face, then put it down quickly, and rode his horse forward with a lack of confidence: "Nonsense."

"Ouch," Zhao Feng chased after him, "Why are you ashamed? I didn't see you ashamed when you took off other people's clothes before, so now you are embarrassed?"

Jiang Yuxing kicked him, "Go away, what are you thinking about? I was looking at the tattoo on his waist."

"Tattoos?" Zhao Feng asked puzzled, "What tattoos?"

Jiangyu Xing: "Subei Wolf."

"What?!" Zhao Feng said in surprise, "Mr. Lin also has a Subei wolf on his waist? Then he..."

"Only half of them," Jiang Yuxing said, looking at the vast sky, "He said, since he can remember."

Zhao Feng stroked his chin and said, "How could Mr. Lin have anything to do with Bei Qi? Besides, it's been so many years, why are those Bei Qi talents coming here now?"

"Maybe it's also because of the tattoo on his waist," Jiang Yuxing murmured, "But, how did they find out?"

Zhao Feng thought for a while, then suddenly said: "Could they be peeking at Mr. Lin taking a bath?!"

Jiangyu Xing: "..."

The more Zhao Feng thought about it, the more right he was, he gritted his teeth and said, "Ning Mo is shameless, wouldn't he have seen it too?! Ah Yu..."

As soon as he turned his head, he saw Jiang Yuxing's face flushed again.

Zhao Feng: "...you also...peek at Mr. Lin taking a bath?"

Jiang Yuxing said unnaturally: "No..." It wasn't peeping.

Zhao Feng didn't believe it, "Look at what happened to my sweetheart? I won't laugh at you."

Jiang Yuxing was almost pissed off by him, "You are blind in one eye, I have no sweetheart."

Zhao Feng looked very shocked, "Is Mr. Lin not a human being?"

"You are not human!" Jiang Yuxing lifted his foot and kicked his horse away.

"Tsk tsk," Zhao Feng pulled the reins, steered the horse and shook his head, and said to himself, "I don't have a sweetheart? My foot injury hasn't healed yet, so I ran all the way to find someone in a hurry. Invite someone to dinner? Duplicity..."

Jiang Yuxing ignored him lazily, flicked the rein, and drove the horse ahead of him.

The clouds in the sky are getting thicker, like a snowstorm is coming.

Northern Qi Jingdu.

Lin Ziyan nestled in the carriage, looking at the pedestrians coming and going outside the curtain, feeling dazed for a while.

It's been three months, he thought, what happened to dad?

Also, the trip to Jiangyu...

On this road, because Ji Wuzhuo wanted to prevent someone from chasing him, he changed the course many times and went around in circles, and finally arrived at Beiqi Jingdu three months later.

"Master, we're here." The carriage stopped slowly, the driver lifted the curtain, and respectfully said to Ji Wuzhuo who was also sitting in the carriage.

Only then did Lin Ziyan come back to his senses, and saw the carriage parked in front of a mansion with the word "Ji Mansion" written on the door.

"From now on, you will live here." Ji Wuzhuo got out of the car, turned to him and said, "There is no need to mention all the things in the past, you just need to remember that your surname is Ji."

Lin Ziyan clenched the dagger hidden in his sleeve, and said softly, "My surname is Lin."

"Hmph, I don't know what to do!" Ji Wuzhuo flicked his sleeves and said to the coachman, "Take him in."

"Yes."

From this day on, Lin Ziyan lived in a secluded courtyard in Ji Mansion.

Except for the servants who clean and deliver food every day, few people move around in the courtyard.But if Lin Ziyan stepped out of the courtyard, someone would come out of nowhere and block his way, asking him to go back to the courtyard.

Also from this day, every two days, Ji Wuzhuo would bring a bowl of decoction and watch Lin Ziyan drink it.

The medicine was very bitter, even bitterer than any decoction Lin Ziyan had ever drank before.

He doesn't want to drink.Even if Ji Wuzhuo said that it is for nourishing qi and blood, he still has doubts.He had drank a lot of medicines for nourishing qi and blood, but he had never tasted such bitter ones.

But every time Ji Wuzhuo had to watch from the sidelines, only willing to leave when he saw that he drank.

Gradually, Lin Ziyan noticed that the memory in his mind seemed to be getting more and more blurred.

He gradually forgot how his father taught him to write stroke by stroke when he was a child, forgot the pool for washing pens in the backyard of the Lin Mansion, forgot that his father loved sesame seed cakes the most, forgot that Lin Mo would cry when he was in a hurry, forgot Lin Daniu was most afraid of his wife. He forgot that it was snowing heavily that day. He was half asleep and half awake, and grabbed Jiang Yuxing's clothes...

Is that soup? !He thought, well done, how could he be so memoryless?It must be that the bowl of soup is weird.

He can't forget, how can he forget?

He is Lin Ziyan, the son of Dayan Shangshu Lin Xiuyuan.

His home is in Dayanlin Mansion.

But he remembered fewer and fewer things, and the people he remembered became increasingly blurred. It seemed that in the past twenty years, with ups and downs, they were finally buried deep in the soil without any waves.

Lin Ziyan was scared.

He is not afraid of going far away, not afraid of walking alone, but he is afraid that he will never remember who he is.

Write it down, he thought, maybe he can write down the things he hasn't forgotten, at least, he still remembers his father, remembers Jiangyuxing...

"What are you writing?" Lin Ziyan came back to his senses suddenly, and saw Ji Wuzhuo walking in with the soup.

He hurriedly hid the few pieces of paper he had written behind his back.

Ji Wuzhuo didn't seem to care, and took the medicine out of the food box, "Drink it."

Lin Ziyan shook his head and took a few steps back, "I don't want to drink, what the hell is this?"

"You don't need to know." Ji Wujuan walked over with the medicine in hand, "Since you have left Dayan, you shouldn't remember those crap things."

"No," Lin Ziyan stepped back, "My father..."

"He's not your father!" Ji Wuzhuo grabbed his jaw and gulped down the medicine.

"Ahem..." Lin Ziyan coughed from choking, and wanted to spit out the medicine, but his head became dizzy for a while.

He has not slept for two days.After he drank the medicine, it seemed that every time he woke up, he would forget something, the longer he slept, the more he forgot.

He was afraid that when he woke up one day, even the only remaining memory would be gone.

But his eyelids became heavier and his consciousness became more and more blurred. He finally couldn't hold on and fell down.

Before he fainted, he saw that Ji Wuzhuo picked up the papers he had scattered on the ground and threw them into the charcoal brazier...

The next day, Ji Wuzhuo stood in front of the window, looking out of the window at the dead branches with fallen leaves.

Suddenly there was a sound behind him, he turned his head and saw Lin Ziyan lifted the quilt and looked blankly into the room.

"Awake?" Ji Wuzhuo walked over, but Lin Ziyan hugged the quilt and hid in the bed as if frightened, "Who are you?"

Ji Wuzhuo paused, and said, "I am your uncle."

"Uncle..." Lin Ziyan murmured as if thinking of something, "Lin Xiuyuan...who is it?"

Ji Wujuan frowned, "It's just irrelevant people."

Lin Ziyan didn't know whether he believed it or not. He lowered his eyes and remained silent for a while, then asked again: "Then... Who is it?"

How do you still remember this person? !Ji Wuzhuo said irritably, "It's also an irrelevant person!"

"But..." Lin Ziyan whispered, "How do I remember, he seems...to take off my clothes?"

Ji Wuzhuo: "..."

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