I Dumped My Prince Charming Once Again

Jiang Qingwu seemed to be very happy, and returned to the General's Mansion with him with a smile. After busying himself and settling down, he said, "By the way, I found the person you asked me to find for you last time."

Fu Sheng's mind went blank, "Who?"

Jiang Qingwu was stunned for a moment, "Have you forgotten, Daoist Changning?"

Fu Sheng didn't remember at all that Xie Yu asked Jiang Qingwu to find any priests for him, he had no impression of this at all.

Jiang Qingwu smiled to himself, "I originally wanted to send you to Yanzhou, but I didn't expect you to come back. That's just right. I'll ask someone to bring you here later."

Fu Sheng nodded in a daze.

After Jiang Qingwu left, Fu Sheng walked around the General's Mansion alone.

The winter jasmine branches in the garden are still there, but the flowers are gone.

Fu Sheng had a sore nose and didn't dare to continue watching.

He walked aimlessly around the General's Mansion and walked into Xie Yu's study.

The study room has been cleaned by Jiang Qingwu's people.

He stood there, and when he looked up, he saw the portrait in the study.

Fu Sheng's heart trembled, it was him.

The person in the portrait is him.

It's him.

How could there be his portrait in Xie Yu's study, how could there be him.

He had no impression, not at all.

Xie Yu didn't have this thing in his memory at all.

Where did this come from, where did this come from

Fu Sheng had a splitting headache, what else did he not know.

Is there anything else he doesn't know.

It was quiet in the study room, there was nothing but Fu Sheng's own breathing.

He leaned on the wall and walked to the desk with difficulty, sat there gasping for breath, and it took him a while to recover.

Fu Sheng always felt that he seemed to have left something very important behind.

Xie Yu's table was tidied up, everything was neatly placed, the paper was rolled up and placed vertically in a bamboo tube next to it, clean and tidy.

Fu Sheng's eyes moved slightly, and he pulled out a bundle of scrolls, opened it, and it was his portrait.

His face changed, and his fingers trembled.

The portrait is a little wrinkled, as if it has been rubbed and smoothed by the owner, and no one knows what it has experienced.

Fu Sheng put down the portrait, took out another one, opened it, and it was still his portrait.

Still crumpled, with a little blood on the corners.

Fu Sheng looked down at the dirty blood in the corner, raised his hand to cover it, and felt that there seemed to be a crack in his heart that was getting bigger little by little.

is struggling.

This is Xie Yu struggling.

Fu Sheng sat there and unwrapped bundles of scrolls, and saw countless himself.

By the end, his vision had blurred.

After flipping through an unknown number of portraits, Fu Sheng flipped through a mess of paper.

A lot of things were written in a mess on the paper, and the handwriting was scribbled and messed up.

Fu Sheng looked down at the crumpled paper, and it took a lot of effort to read a few words clearly.

winter jasmine.

Yanzhou.

midnight flower.

by boat.

sweet.

Snow Ganoderma lucidum.

Medicated bath.

Ten Flavors Soothing Soup.

three months...

Fu Sheng's hand trembled, it was all his favorite things.

What was written on it was all his favorite things.

The flowers he likes, the things he likes to eat, the places he wants to go, the scenery he wants to see, the medicine he needs, how long he can live...

At last.

Fu Sheng's eyes fell on the more scribbled characters in the corner:

Changning Daoist Priest, sacrifice, how to erase...memories...

Fu Sheng stood up abruptly, his mind buzzing.