I was reborn with amnesia and was picked up by Lao Gong

After that day, Hua Fan and Hua Yin went to the Mantra Pavilion to practice together.As expected, Hua Yin came from a family of magic tools. Although he failed to inherit the craft of making tools, he quickly mastered the skills of using various spells.

Hua Fan is exceptionally talented and better at studying than Hua Yin, but in order not to dampen Hua Yin's self-confidence, he deliberately pretends to be above-average in aptitude so that his learning pace is consistent with Hua Yin's.

In this way, until three years later, the news of the resignation of the civil judges spread throughout Sulan. The reason was that they were not good enough to solve the Hualin murder case.

Hua Fan accompanies Hua Yin to the Hall of Disobedience to bid farewell to Master Chess Judge.He consciously avoided it, watching the two talking and whispering from afar.

Over the past three years, Huayin's original sharp edges and corners have been smoothed away, leaving only a calm and peaceful appearance.

Huafan couldn't understand Huayin's appearance, so she tried every means to tease him.Over time, when Huayin saw Huafan, he almost instinctively became angry, but had to suppress it desperately.

The relationship between the two is good or bad, not like Hua Yin and Lin Li in the past, but they often get together to study and hang out.

During this period, Huafan discovered a lot of other sides of Huayin: for example, Huayin's alcohol capacity is extremely poor, and he pours it in one cup;

For example, even if Hua Yin passed out drunk, he would only fall into a deep sleep, and would not get up and go crazy.

Hua Fan's own drinking capacity is getting better and better, almost to the point where there is no alcohol.

He noticed that Hua Yin was getting more and more silent, but he saw that the other party was studying hard and actively searching for clues to the murder case, and felt that he was thinking too much——

After all, Hua Yin is so strong, even when he knew that his right hand was disabled and he could no longer use the sword, he never shed a single tear.

After the chess judge left, Hua Yin slowly walked back to Hua Fan.On the way they walked back to Lan Yantang, Hua Yin suddenly said without thinking:

"Hua Fan, I have decided to enter the palace and become a court judge. Do you want to come together?"

Hua Fan was startled slightly, and stopped in her tracks. "Why so suddenly?"

Hua Yin said: "I asked Master Chess Judge, and he said that Wen Judge doesn't need to be good at martial arts, he only needs to be strong in handling affairs and have a good foundation in spells."

He looked at Huafan and said, "Being a civil judge, at least you can do more things. If I want to find out the truth about the extermination of Hualin's family, I also want to find... him."

Hua Fan has never dared to ask Hua Yin about Lin Li, but when he heard it now, he asked, "Does the "he" you mentioned refer to Brother Lin? "

Hua Yin quickly replied: "No."

He was silent for a while, and said: "My father once made a high-level magic weapon, which may be the only clue to find the murderer. Hua Fan, are you willing to help me?"

Hua Fan smiled and said: "Did you forget, I said, if you need it, just come to me."

"Ah."

Hua Yin nodded and stopped talking.

After the four judges all resigned, riots broke out in many places in the city. When law enforcement officers were urgently needed, the two teenagers, who were not yet at the age of the crown, unexpectedly became civil judges one after the other.

When Xiayun asked them what kind of title they wanted, Huafan said he had no objection, while Huayin seemed to have already thought about it, and said:

"Let's use the word 'Snow' as the title. "

He knelt down and said: "From now on, my subordinates will be called "Xue Hua". "

Seeing this, Hua Fan also knelt down and said, "I, I'm still called Hua Fan."

The person behind the curtain coughed softly, and then said: "What a coincidence, I also have a candidate for the civil judgment here... This year's civil judgment, let's call it "Feng Hua Xue Yue". "

Hua Yin kowtowed again, and said: "This subordinate wants to concurrently be in charge of the Palace of Disobedience, and I hope the Palace Master will grant it."

Xiayun sighed: "The chess judge has also recommended it to me. If you want to be one, just do it."

"Thank you, Palace Master!"

Hua Yin bumped his head loudly, Hua Fan looked at him and felt a pain in his forehead.

When the two of them left Liyang Palace, they directly stayed in Wangyun Palace.Under Huafan's careful selection, the two lived together in the golden palace.

After that, Huayin—or Xuehua, tried every means to run around Sulan City, trying to find clues about Hualin's murder and the whereabouts of the magic weapon "Qianlianmian".

In the first few years, Hua Fan was also very active in helping, but after the investigation repeatedly hit a wall, he found that his friend's mental state was no longer suitable for continuing the search.

Hua Fan and Xue Hua live under the same roof, and they often see candles burning in each other's bedroom from dusk to dawn.

He suddenly realized that something was wrong.

Xuehua had never cried, not even collapsed.But his heart was aging at a very fast speed, and his eyes became more and more gloomy.

On the surface, he looks as calm as water, and he tends to change in the direction of coldness, but he often gets angry suddenly. Although he regrets it afterwards, he can't hold back his face to apologize.

He became more and more indifferent, and lost interest in things other than official duties. He only wore a lifeless black robe all day long, and treated everyone, including Huafan, with an expressionless face.

Sometimes, Huafan wondered, did Xuehua decide to bury her past self when she abandoned the name "Huayin"?

He can only watch his former classmates become more and more unfamiliar.Sometimes, even he didn't understand what Xuehua was thinking.

So five years later, when Feng Shu and Yue An joined the job, when he saw the thirteen-year-old Yue An, who was still ignorant, he couldn't help feeling affectionate.

"Xiaoyuepan, come, eat a piece of sweet candy!"

"Hey, this flower is so beautiful, I give it to you."

Hua Fan tried her best to be nice to Yue Mu, as if she could make up for something by doing so.

However, deep down in his heart, he knew very well that some things were irreversible.

Even though Xuehua's hands under the black robe still covered the wrists used by martial arts practitioners, he never used a sword or any other magic weapon.

His hand under the wristband seemed to be still dripping with blood.The black appearance that has remained unchanged for thousands of years also seems to be paying homage to something.

There are fewer and fewer topics between them, and the gap between them is getting deeper and deeper, just like the paper screen door of Huaxue Palace, it is between the two of them.

Although Hua Fan was still cheeky, teasing Xue Hua from time to time, but the other party's reaction was either indifference or extreme anger.

——It seems that nothing can make him happy.It was as if no one was important to him anymore.

Hua Fan rolls around in the officialdom, becoming more sophisticated and knowing how to please others.

It's just that the object he longs to please the most is getting farther and farther away from him...

"That's it, are you satisfied?"

The flowers huddled under the quilt, and it seemed that recalling the past made him feel very tired.

He tried to tell the whole story in a brisk tone, but in the end it was getting heavier and heavier.

Ning Cheng regained his composure and said, "So that's how it is... But Hua Pan, you've said so much, it seems like you don't have any useful clues?"

Hua Fan was angry, and said: "Didn't you tell me to say it? There are no clues, or do you think Brother Hua will ignore it until now?"

Ning Cheng touched the back of his neck, and said, "Then... what kind of magic weapon is the "Qianlianmian" that Mr. Xuepan called? "

Hua Fan said: "I only heard that it's a mask, which seems to be able to change people's souls... I don't know the details."

Ning Cheng said, "Mask?"

He thought of the white mask with gold patterns on Xiayun's face.

Hua Fan guessed what he was thinking, and said: "It's not what you think. Once this "Qian Lian Mian" is put on, it will directly blend into the flesh and blood of the person, and there is no abnormality on the surface. "

Ning Cheng said: "Then, how can we tell whether a person is wearing a "Qianlianmian" or not? "

Hua Fan sighed: "So nothing has been obtained so far. I don't know what Brother Hua and his father thought at the beginning, and why they created such a magic weapon."

Yue Han suddenly said: "Young Master Ning, I have something to say to Hua Fan in private, can you please avoid it?"

He hadn't spoken just now, but now he spoke suddenly, but he was giving Ning Cheng the order to evict the guest.

Hua Fan hurriedly said: "Wait, I want Brother Ning to help me with an idea, how to coax Brother Hua better..."

Yue Han lowered his eyes and said: "I can help you too. Or, you can't trust me?"

"I--"

Seeing that there was something wrong with the atmosphere, Ning Cheng stood up knowingly, bowed and said, "This subordinate will leave."

After all, he is just a small servant, and Yuehan asked him to quit so directly, so how could he have any reason to stay.

So, Ning Cheng turned around and left the East Hall.Before he stepped out of Huaxue Hall, he couldn't help but glanced at the paper door outside the West Hall.

He suddenly felt that Xuehua wasn't that scary anymore, but rather pitiful.

At the beginning, Xuehua paid attention to the tragedy of the Ning family and asked Ning Cheng to join the investigation, presumably because he felt the same way.

Ning Cheng knows how snobbish Lan Yantang is.Although Xuehua had Huafan's help, but he was arrogant, and he didn't know how to stand up to where he is today.

What's more, he seriously injured his best friend back then, and now he is getting far away from Hua Fan, and he is hard to get close to others...

Must be very lonely.

As Ning Cheng thought about it, he suddenly missed Feng Shu very much.

In comparison, he was much luckier.Feng Shu is different from the young Hua Fan, he knows how to comfort others, and also understands that what Ning Cheng needs is companionship.

The real culprit of the Ning family's tragedy was quickly found out, but Xuehua could only continue to suffer, desperately waiting for a result.

Those pains devoured him little by little, like Ling Chi, gradually wearing away all his freshness, leaving only an empty shell.

Ning Cheng thought about it, and walked back to Fengyue Palace.He didn't have any appetite, so he just picked up the cloth doll and played with it for a while, then fell asleep on the desk.

He vaguely saw Hua Yin's frivolous figure, with a sunny smile on his face, as if he was not afraid of heaven and earth.

He saw the gentle and handsome young man close his eyes, and tears washed away the blood on his face.

He saw two teenagers huddled in the corner, next to each other, but didn't say a word.

he saw...

A golden barrier stood in front of him, and in front of his eyes were blazing flames and a pool of blood.The blood creaked, steaming and drying out in the scorching heat.

Thin snowflakes were floating in the sky, and a small figure was kneeling in front of him.The man raised his head, turned his back to the blazing fire, and looked at himself——

The dream was shattered, he fell and landed on a bed.

He coughed and covered his mouth with a silk handkerchief.When he put his hand down, he saw that the silk handkerchief was soaked with blood red...

His eyes turned black, his body went limp, and he knocked against the railing beside the bed.In a daze, a voice shouted eagerly:

"Wake up."

No, I'm so tired, let me sleep.

"Wake up!"

Hmm... who's calling me?

"Brother Ning, wake up."

Ning Cheng opened his eyes, meeting Feng Shu's concerned eyes.

The sky had already darkened, and candlelight was lit in Fengyue Hall.Ning Cheng blinked, looked at the dancing flames, and said:

"Feng Shu, are you back?"

Feng Shu said: "I'm back. I heard from the people in the canteen that you didn't eat at noon?"

Only then did Ning Cheng realize that he was already very hungry.He touched his head in embarrassment, and said, "Well... I don't have much appetite. Feng Shu, have you had dinner yet?"

Feng Shu said: "Not yet. The dinner has been sent over, Brother Ning tidy it up and come out for dinner."

Ning Cheng nodded, got up and dusted off his clothes, and followed Feng Shu out of the left hall.

He was thinking about the Hualin murder case in his mind, so he was distracted frequently while eating, not only knocked over the tea, but also mistakenly used Fengshu's chopsticks as his own.

"Brother Ning, that's a teacup."

Feng Shu looked at Ning Cheng with a bit of a smile as he picked up the cup and was about to put it in his mouth.

Ning Cheng came back to his senses, smiled a little embarrassedly, and put down the cup.Seeing that Feng Shu was in a good mood, he asked, "Feng Shu, did you go to see Palace Master Xiayun just now?"

Feng Shu withdrew his smile and said lightly, "Yes."

It seems that every time Xiayun is mentioned, Feng Shu is not willing to talk about it in detail.

Ning Cheng asked again: "Feng Shu, why does the Palace Master... wear a mask? In the Liyang Palace, the Palace Master also sat behind layers of curtains, is it—"

"The palace lord just doesn't like to show others with his face. Brother Ning, why are you so interested in the palace lord recently?"

Feng Shu only gave Ning Cheng a vague explanation, then changed the subject and questioned him instead.

Ning Cheng hesitated and said, "I... I've been in the palace for so long, and I haven't really met the palace master, so I'm naturally curious."

Feng Shu gave a "hmm" and said: "The palace master doesn't like to be in contact with people. Most of the people in this palace have never met the palace master. Brother Ning, you have entered the Liyang Palace when you first entered the palace, which is already very rare. "

Ning Cheng said, "But—"

"It's late at night, Brother Ning, let's go to bed earlier."

Feng Shu didn't give Ning Cheng a chance to continue questioning, and directly used the teleportation technique to send the cups, plates and chopsticks back to the fire stove.He stood up, left Ning Cheng behind, and walked into the left hall alone.

Ning Cheng faintly felt that something was wrong, and at the same time felt sour in his heart.

Between him and Feng Shu, Feng Shu has always held the dominance.

Every time Ning Cheng asked a question, as long as Feng Shu didn't want to answer, he would directly let him touch a soft nail.

On the surface, he and Feng Shu seem to be very familiar with each other.But in fact, he didn't know much about Feng Shu.

What does Feng Shu like to eat and where does she like to go?Are his parents still alive, and where do they live?

Where did he acquire various skills at such a young age?

He can choose to become a magic weapon craftsman, painter or cook, why should he enter the palace as a court judge?

What is the relationship between him and the Palace Master?