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

When Xiayun woke up, the wooden roof of the Su family was in front of her eyes.There were severe pains all over his body, and he didn't know where a few dead leaves drifted away, or some youngster picked a few wild flowers.

He snorted, and someone approached him immediately: "Brother Palace Master, are you alright?"

Xiayun sat up and replied indifferently: "Yes."

He heard his own voice hoarse and tired, like an old man dying and lifeless.

Feng Rong said: "You have been in a coma for five whole days...do you want to drink some water or eat something first?"

Xiayun said: "No need."

Feng Rong paused, and said: "Brother Palace Mistress, Rong'er has heard about everything outside. I'm sorry, Rong'er should have stopped you."

Xiayun pressed the twitching forehead and said, "I'm fine. Where's Lan'er?"

He mentioned Su Lan just to divert Feng Rong's attention.Unexpectedly, after hearing this, Feng Rong blinked, and Dou Da's teardrops fell down, several of which fell on Xia Yun's hands.

Xia Yun couldn't help but glanced at Feng Rong, but saw that her eyes were swollen, her long hair was only pulled up casually, and her pale face was even more haggard.

He felt a little uneasy and asked, "Where's Lan'er?"

Feng Rong shook her head and said with tears in her eyes: "Brother Palace Master, you are tired, Rong'er is going to cook porridge for you."

Seeing that Feng Rong was about to leave, Xiayun felt anxious and turned over suddenly and got down on the bed.As soon as he stood up, he staggered and almost fell to the ground.

Seeing this, Feng Rong screamed in surprise, and quickly helped him back to the collapsed place.

Xia Yun coughed a few times, grabbed Feng Rong's hand, and asked, "Rong'er, answer me. Where is Lan'er?"

Feng Rong shed tears and shook her head desperately: "Brother Palace Mistress, don't ask, it was Brother Su who forbade Rong'er to talk about it."

Xia Yun said: "Lan'er isn't here? Can he move around?"

He looked at Feng Rong and nodded, he was overjoyed, but after a while, he was disappointed again.

So, Su Lan left by herself... Could it be that he also felt that he was cruel, tyrannical and bloodthirsty, and he didn't want to stay with him?

Xia Yun's expression darkened, she let go of Feng Rong's hand, and said, "Rong'er, how did you cure him?"

Feng Rong said: "Although I am not good at medical skills, I have learned a lot of methods of making utensils. After Brother Su woke up, he begged me to let him move again no matter what. Therefore—"

She glanced at Xiayun, and said: "Therefore, I cut the wooden block into the shape of human hands and human legs, pressed it to the original shape, and then connected it to Brother Su."

Xiayun was stunned, and said: "Is this the treatment method you mentioned?"

Feng Rong twisted her hand full of scars, and said in a low voice: "Brother Palace Master, this is the best way we can do. Brother Su tried it for a day, and he was able to perform simple tasks with wooden hands and feet. Movement. Just practice for a few more months, and you will be able to move freely, no different from ordinary people."

Xia Yun said urgently: "Why didn't you wait for me? If I come, at least I can return his real flesh and blood!"

Feng Rong wiped her eyes, and said: "Rong'er thinks so too. But Brother Su said that he has something to do, and there is no delay."

Xiayun was silent for a while, then said, "When did he leave?"

Feng Rong said: "Brother Palace Master, don't ask me any more."

Xia Yun hurriedly stood up and said, "Okay. If you don't tell me, I'll look for it myself."

Feng Rong hurriedly pulled him back, and said, "Brother Su has gone far away, you can't find him! You have so many injuries on your body, if you don't take a good rest, you will—"

Xiayun smiled faintly, and said: "So what about the injuries? Anyway, the injuries on my body will only increase. If I die, it will be regarded as relief."

Seeing him like this, Feng Rong flattened her mouth and couldn't help crying.She let go of Xiayun's hand, squatted on the ground, and cried:

"Brother Palace Master, Rong'er begs you, please don't do this, okay? For you, Big Brother Su ran around the city for two days, rewriting everyone's memories, just to let you have a place to live. If you Asking for death, wouldn’t you be letting down Brother Su’s painstaking efforts?”

There was a moment of blankness in Xia Yun's mind. After understanding what Feng Rong said, she immediately retorted: "Impossible. Rewriting so many people's memories requires more than a star. It will also run out of spiritual power, exhausted and..."

Before Xiayun finished speaking, her expression turned ugly.He knelt down and grabbed Feng Rong's shoulder: "Rong'er, Lan'er, he, he..."

Feng Rong shook her head and said, "Don't worry, Brother Su is still alive."

She got up, opened a side drawer, took out a letter, and handed it to Xiayun.

"Brother Su asked Rong'er to hand this over to you before he left."

With trembling hands, Xiayun took the thin letter paper.He got up slowly, walked to the bed and sat down, unfolding the letter paper:

"Seeing words is like meeting words."

As soon as he saw the familiar handwriting, the corners of his eyes were already moist.

Su Lan has always treated him less respectfully than others, even writing letters did not add honor to him.However, this friendship without awe is even more precious...

Xiayun took a deep breath, picked up the letter paper again, and read it.

"Seeing words is like meeting words."

"Lan'er was very relieved to learn that the wind damage had been eliminated. However, hearing that Fengyan died and the people were massacred, everyone in Sulan was in danger and intended to harm her brother. Lan'er was stupid, and only wanted to erase the memory. Not good, really shameless to see my brother."

"Lan'er is going, she must first improve her own skills, so that when she meets in the future, she won't be ridiculed by her brother."

"Lan'er has a wish, and hopes that her elder brother will be fulfilled: I hope that my elder brother can reorganize Sulan, correct the position of Palace Master, and keep Rong'er's life safe."

"Pray for the treasure again."

"Disciple Su Lan, respectfully."

Xia Yunzai carefully read the letter over and over again, her gaze resting on the word "encounter".

"Meet... Lan'er, don't you lie to me?"

He muttered something.

Feng Rong had already exited the door before, and now she held a bowl of porridge and put it beside the bed: "Brother Palace Mistress, you should eat something. You must take good care of your body to fulfill Brother Su's wish."

"Ah."

Xiayun folded the letter paper and put it in her arms.He picked up the bowl of hot porridge, closed his eyes and drank it.

"Rong'er, where are the rest of the Su family?" Xia Yun asked casually after finishing the porridge, handing the bowl to Feng Rong.

Feng Rong said: "People from the Su family also left with Brother Su. With their care, Brother Su will be fine."

Xiayun nodded slightly, but remained silent.

"Then, Rong'er is leaving first, so you can rest."

Feng Rong nodded to Xiayun, and exited the room.

After relaxing, Xiayun felt numb all over again.He touched his forehead, which was suffering from a low-grade fever, and slowly lay back on the bed, falling into a deep sleep.

A figure flashed by the window beside the bed, but Xiayun was sound asleep, so she didn't notice it.

The gray-haired figure stood by the window for a long time, until the night gradually darkened, and then moved away slowly with stiff steps.

"Bangdang."

When Ning Cheng woke up, he subconsciously pressed the side of his forehead.

The discomfort before coma has disappeared.Ning Cheng blinked and saw the familiar inner room of the left hall.He was leaning against the screen in front of the bed at the moment, and a quilt was wrapped around his body.

The wind outside the window was blowing fiercely, shaking the lantern by the bed violently.Light and shadow crisscrossed in the hall, making his face flickering bright and dark.

Ning Cheng rolled back the thick quilt, pressed against the cold ground, and stood up.He walked quietly and walked to a desk outside a cubicle, and saw a white figure from behind without any surprise.

"Fengshu."

Hearing this, the person whose back was turned turned his head, the corners of his eyes were flushed.He was only wearing thin obscene clothes, his long hair was messily draped over his shoulders, and there were a few stars of lightning flashing on his right hand.

Feng Shu stepped on the ground with bare feet, and the pieces of wood fell on the ground in front of him, vaguely looking like a doll in cloth.

When he saw Ning Cheng, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, he took a few steps forward, and said, "You...are you awake?"

He stretched out his hand towards Ning Cheng, but as if he was enduring something, he only clenched his hand into a fist, and then let it go.

Ning Cheng looked down at the pieces of wood, and asked, "Feng Shu, it's pretty good, why did you break this doll into pieces?"

Feng Shu followed his gaze to look back, but turned back quickly, and said, "Brother Ning, don't you remember what happened?"

Ning Cheng said: "I remember, it seems that I slept on the floor directly because I felt tired. By the way, you covered me with the quilt? Thank you so much."

He strode past Feng Shu, condensed a dust sweeping technique, and gathered the remains of the commoner dolls to the corner.

"By the way, Feng Shu, haven't you already rested? It's almost winter, so walk around barefoot like this, be careful of catching a cold."

When Ning Cheng spoke, Feng Shu's eyes never moved away from him.He turned around slowly, stared at Ning Cheng's back, and said, "Brother Ning."

"Huh? You didn't sleep in the middle of the night, why did you come here to toss with the doll. You gave me this commoner doll, how can you destroy it as soon as you say it."

Ning Cheng glanced at the crimson-robed puppet lying upside down on the bookcase, turned around quickly, and walked back to his original position.

"Brother Ning, you..."

"Okay, I know you're in a bad mood. Anyway, this doll is yours, so you can take it out if you want. The other doll is beautifully carved after all, so don't break it."

"Brother Ning."

Feng Shu walked up to Ning Cheng and cornered him.He looked down at Ning Cheng, with a gloomy expression on his face: "What did those dolls show you?"

Ning Cheng said: "What? Feng Shu, you don't sleep like a fool, do you? Or, did you have any nightmares?"

Feng Shu moved closer and met his eyes: "Brother Ning, you really don't remember anything?"

Ning Cheng met his gaze and said with a smile: "Feng Shu, stop making trouble, or I will get angry."

Feng Shu moved his eyelashes and took a few steps back.He turned around, his fists clenched tightly.

"I'm sorry, maybe I really had a dream. Brother Ning, don't stand still, go back to bed and sleep."

"Okay, then you..."

"I have something to go out, and I won't be back tonight."

After Feng Shu finished speaking, he quickly walked around behind the screen.Ning Cheng stood there for a while, and then saw Feng Shu walking out neatly dressed.

When passing by Ning Cheng, Feng Shu glanced at him again, waved his hand and put the red-robed puppet in his sleeve, and then left the palace gate.

As soon as Feng Shu left, the smile on Ning Cheng's face disappeared.He walked to the corner, picked up the original fragments among the wreckage of the puppet, and put them together.

"Puppet, doll, move."

……

The splintered wood quietly shrank in the corner, not responding to his call.

"That's right, it's all broken like this, and the spiritual consciousness has also dissipated."

Ning Cheng stood up, walked slowly to the desk and sat down.

When he just regained consciousness, his mind was clear. It seemed that something dusty had been opened and merged with himself perfectly.

The wish he made before he fell into a coma was fulfilled by the puppet.However, unlike the effect of using the dream return ring, when Ning Cheng entered Xiayun's memory, he replaced Xiayun's true self, and walked step by step the path that the other party had walked.

Due to the relationship of memory, Ning Cheng can only passively say what he said and perform various actions as "Xiayun".

Through Xiayun's perspective, he has gone through hundreds of years, experienced all the things Xiayun has encountered, and can even feel every minute of Xiayun's emotional ups and downs, every slight change of mood.

I don't know if the relationship is too real, but he and Xiayun have a strong resonance, and it is almost impossible to distinguish which are Xiayun's memories and which are his own.

Those warmth and friendliness, betrayal and hurt, each one is so unforgettable.

And what scares Ning Cheng the most is Fengyan—to be precise, Fengyan's face.

That handsome face is actually six to seven points similar to Feng Shu's, but Feng Shu's complexion is fairer, and his appearance is softer.

After waking up, Ning Cheng concealed what he saw because of this reason.

As soon as he saw Feng Shu, he thought of Feng Yan, the ferocious smiling face of the other party, the broken bone chains wrapped around his body, and people's expressions of contempt and fear...

No, Fengyan died hundreds of years ago.

Besides, that is clearly Xiayun's memory, and has nothing to do with me——

Just as Ning Cheng thought about it, a strong sense of rejection surged up in his heart.

——If this is really my memory, then who am I?

Who is the Lord Xiayun in the Liyang Palace?

The author has something to say:

Memories are over, Sahua!

Thank you for your perseverance, please look forward to the next story (bow)