Princess Chang'an

The moonlight was shining brightly, reflecting the corpses everywhere, and the flames were overwhelming.

The crow hovered in the sky, making piercing calls, and it looked particularly intrusive in the silent mass grave.

The guards looked at each other, already thinking of leaving.

Finally, it was late at night when the cold wind swept in, and snowflakes like goose feathers floated down one after another.

The people hiding in the withered grass could hardly stay any longer, guards? Finally, they left in twos and threes with their arms around their shoulders, and they could still faintly hear conversations.

Song Wan was so anxious that he took out a fire bag from his arms, blew it and rushed into the sea of ​​corpses.Wei Si and the others followed closely, looking for A Wan in a busy but unhurried manner.

With trembling hands, she flipped through the cold corpses, ignoring the fear, just wanting to find her Wanwan as soon as possible...

Fortunately, the mysterious man didn't lie to her. After searching hundreds of corpses, Song Wan finally found the sweet girl who made her worry.

A blood-stained body, blood scabs on the temples on the forehead, almost even the appearance? I can't tell...

Song Wan turned over the corpses of so many people, they only had one or two fatal wounds on their bodies, and her A Wan was covered in shocking scars.

Her eye sockets became hot all of a sudden, and she tremblingly stretched out her hand to test her breath. If something happened to A Wan, she couldn't imagine what irrational thing she would do?

After trying several times in a row, my hands are still trembling tightly.

On the advice of others, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, finally controlling her hands from trembling.Probably in her arms? Jiao Ren'er didn't want her to be disappointed, her breathing was weak but steady...

The corners of Song Wan's lips curled up involuntarily, with tears in his smile, "It's good to be alive..."

In a room in a remote house, A Wan's wound was bandaged, and she slept peacefully on the bed, covered with several thick quilts.

The door and windows of the room were tightly closed, and Song Wan leaned against one leg of the bed, sitting on the ground in an unsightly manner, staring coldly at the blazing flames in the stove.

If you look closely, that gaze is not directed at the stove, and if you look closely, she is still a little distracted, as if she is immersed in her own emotions, and it is difficult to get out for a while.

Song Wan kept going back, thinking about what the doctor said a few days ago: Madam Ling had a miscarriage without recuperation and was injured by a sharp weapon. Her body suffered a lot, and she might not be able to conceive children in the future.And this head? It also suffered a severe impact. It is not easy to survive such inhuman abuse. In the future, this disease of losing one's soul, please be more tolerant and patient. Maybe the heavens will have mercy, and one day it will heal without cure...

Anastomia, also known as amnesia...

After going through such ordeals, how would it be for her if she lost her memory? Wouldn't it be a good thing...

Song Wan hoped that she would never recall those bad memories.

"Master, Ma'am, it's time to take medicine."

The door was gently knocked, and Wei Si's voice came.

Song Wan woke up like a dream, got up and walked over to open a crack in the door, and took it from Wei Si's hand, still steaming soup, "It's all right, let's go down."

"All? It's been five days. Madam hasn't woken up yet?"

At first, Wei Si was also worried, but later he heard that A Wan's pulse was stable but did not wake up, and gradually he was left helpless.

Song Wan was worried that the warmth in the room would slip through the crack of the door, so she didn't want to say anything, so she hummed and closed the door.

Wei Si looked at the closed door for a while, and left with a sigh.

"Hey, the prince is talking less and less now, princess, hurry up? Wake up..."

Ah Wan has not woken up, the soup and medicine these days are all? It was Song Wan who fed it one mouthful at a time.

Song Wan carefully propped up Awan's pillow, scooped up a spoonful of soup medicine and blew it on her lips, the bitter herbal smell hit her face, and the corners of her lips curled into a faint smile, "It's so bitter, Wanwan, why don't you stay late?" It’s good to wake up again, so I don’t have to suffer this crime anymore.”

Even though she had tasted a lot of medicine these days, she still couldn't help frowning, but her movements were extremely gentle, slowly transferring the decoction in her mouth into A Wan's mouth.

This time, she obviously felt the resistance, and after a little thought, she realized that A-wan was about to wake up, and she was so happy from the bottom of her heart, why would she feel the pain of the medicine?

Song Wan took the medicine again, but Awan kept her teeth tight, so she had to swallow it by herself, helplessly and funny, "Wanwan, but do you know that the medicine is bitter? But good medicine is bitter and good for the disease, so take the medicine obediently." To wake up earlier..."

"Wanwan doesn't want to see this king? This king has missed you for a long time..."

Probably because her nagging had some effect, A Wan stopped resisting, and finally drank that bowl of gall-like decoction.

And Song Wan was already sweating profusely, half an hour later than usual.

In the following half a month, the time was getting later and later, Song Wan coaxed her, and her lips were blistered by sweet talk, but her Awan girl was too afraid of suffering, and it was painful to take medicine. Dallying and reluctant? Willing.

Is she having a hard time? Is Miss Awan also having a hard time? Finally, on the night before the Laba Festival, I couldn't help but open my eyes.

Caught off guard...

The moment the four eyes met, Song Wan swallowed the decoction in her mouth with a thud, and she coughed so much that she choked.

Underneath, Miss Awan frowned and laughed lightly, covering her lips with her hand, revealing a smooth white wrist.

The pride in her eyes turned into panic in an instant, and A Wan hurriedly retracted her hand. She was shot, only to reveal a head wrapped in white cloth, and her dark water eyes looked at Song Wan warily, "Who are you? Where? Why can't I remember who I am?"

Song Wan put down the bowl, patted his chest, and after recovering, he picked up a handkerchief and wiped the corners of A Wan's lips with gentle and delicate movements.

Although A Wan was still staring at her, the guard in her eyes gradually let go, curiosity filled her eyes, "Why don't you speak? Who are you?"

Seeing that Song Wan was ignoring her, she reached out to pull Song Wan again, her clean arms touched the cold air, and the silly girl Awan panicked again, and hurriedly shrank back into the quilt.

Song Wan was terrified, fearing that she would accidentally get involved in the wound, so she quickly restrained her, "Wanwan, don't move around, be careful of the wound."

"..."

From her eyes, Awan saw an ugly monster wrapped in a white cloth, with only her nose, eyes and mouth exposed, and her mouth dropped away.

Song Wan thought he had frightened her, and his tone became softer, "Wanwan, I'm just afraid that you'll hurt me, and I don't mean to hurt you."

She has a beautiful face and looks gentle and pampered. Looking at herself in her eyes, A Wan couldn't help feeling a little inferior and ashamed. She pursed her lips for a moment. I don't know how to speak.

"Wanwan, your name is Awan, you are my concubine, you always call me Song Wan..."

Song Wan stretched out his hand, stroked her side face lightly, with a smile on his face, "But? It's not the same word, Wan Wan is a gentle and pleasant 'Wan'. Seeing you makes me feel happy..."

A Wan blushed suddenly, stretched her ears, her moist and clear eyes were full of shame, she still couldn't believe it, "That... Song Wan, are you really my wife?"

After the words fell, Song Wan stopped holding the soup and asked quietly, "Are you tired of me?"

A Wan felt guilty, she kept wringing her fingers under the brocade quilt, "I...I have some doubts..."

Song Wan stared at her shy eyes for a long time, suppressed her smile and pretended to realize suddenly, "Wanwan, you have amnesia with me as soon as you wake up, dare you? You are waiting for me." Turning around, his face became tense, and he said again: "But? Don't think about it, as long as this king is alive, you will never be allowed to leave Wanwan's side."

"I really don't remember."

A Wan finished speaking with a bitter face, then happily stretched out her hands to hug Song Wan's neck as if changing her face, "That's great, Song Wan, you are really my wife, with you here, I won't be afraid..."

Her hands had been warmed under the quilt for a long time, and they were warm when they touched the skin of her neck. Song Wan lowered her head in cooperation and listened carefully to her words.

I can't see the expression on her face clearly due to the tight dressing, but from the raised corners of her lips, mixed with the voice of joy, it is expected that she, who has lost her memory, also likes herself now.

Maybe I fell in love with myself at first sight.

This pure recognition and dependence benefited Song Wan very much, and the physical and mental exhaustion of the past few days disappeared without a trace at this moment.

A Wan talked to herself for a while, but became distressed again, "Song Wan, I really can't remember it. I definitely didn't get tired of you. Instead, I liked you very much the first time I saw you. you."

This really confirmed his guess. Song Wan couldn't help laughing, "If you can't remember it, don't think about it, even if it's a lifetime? It doesn't matter if you can't remember it. This king will always take care of you and protect you."

She hummed heavily, and Song Wan saw the whole-hearted trust and dependence in her eyes, and sighed amusedly, "It would be great if you were always so obedient."

If Ah Wan had told her everything, it would definitely not be the situation now.

Ah Wan was puzzled, but? Still very? She hummed to save face, "Song Wan, have I been making you angry all the time?"

"Wanwan is very good. It would be great if she could take her medicine obediently."

As soon as Song Wan finished speaking, Ah Wan's face changed, and she immediately let go of her, put the quilt over her head, and muffled, "Song Wan, I'm fine, I don't need to take medicine, you can take it away. "

"No."

The bowl containing the decoction was already warm, so Song Wan simply took a mouthful of the medicine himself, pulled off the quilt, and sealed Awan's lips like feeding the medicine before. Awan couldn't help but open her eyes wide. It's a deep sense of shame.

"Don't be shy, but? It's just medicine, and it's not the first time." Song Wan looked at her with a smirk, "Wanwan, since you've been in a coma for so long, this king has always given you medicine like this .”

"..."

As she spoke, she took another mouthful of medicine, made Awan feel ashamed and wanted to find a place to sneak in, and quickly stretched out her hand to hold her, "No more, I'll do it myself..."

Song Wan shook his head, with a resolute expression on his face, the two were in a stalemate for a while, Awan compromised first, and closed her eyes helplessly.

She no longer resisted, Song Wanshun fed the medicine smoothly, and said with a smile: "Wanwan, now you can drink it by yourself, you can't let me drink it just now."

A spoonful of soup was brought to her mouth, and Awan frowned the moment she smelled the bitterness. She looked at Song Wan pitifully, and Song Wan kept smiling, "Why don't I let the king feed you?"

A Wan's heart thumped, she closed her eyes and swallowed the medicine.

One mouthful after another, after drinking the medicine, Awan was so miserable that she didn't want to say a word, she rinsed her mouth and fell asleep. ?