The Qing Dynasty's Mingyue's Heart of a Good King

This morning is covered with mist, and the trees, flowers and plants are dripping with water droplets.Mo Chen led the elf to the stone cave road early, and the red and blue figures gradually disappeared in the thick mist.

"As an elf among the plum blossoms, you should know how to renew the life of the plum tree, right?"

"Is there a plum tree dying?" The elf blinked his blue eyes.

Mo Chen's walking body paused slightly: "Mother's natal tree has begun to wither."

"What?" the elf cried out for a while: "It only appeared for a few days, how could it suddenly wither..."

"That's why I asked you how to keep the plum tree alive." Mo Chen glanced at her coldly.

"The master's natal tree is nurtured by the master's own blood, and other methods are useless." The elf lowered his head and said softly.

"That is to say, there is nothing you can do, is it...?" Mo Chen was full of chills when he said this.

The elf shuddered, she rubbed her arms and swallowed her saliva in fear. "I, I really can't help it, maybe we can try something that can wake up the master, that's fine..." At the end, the elf's voice was very soft.

"Are you implying something else?" Mo Chen walked in front, and the cold words reached the ears of the little elf behind him.

The elf quickly waved his hands and shook his head: "No, no, little master, don't get me wrong."

"Heh~" Mo Chen sneered, and said deeply: "Perhaps your proposal is really good!"

"Ah" the little elf followed behind him confusedly, a little uncertain about what he meant.

When they came to the stone house, Mo Chen and the elves lit incense and bowed to Ling Ziqin in the picture scroll.

Inside the house, Zhang Liangjing sat by the window, looking at the book in his hand in a daze.

As long as you kneel outside the cave for three days and three nights, and say sorry three hundred times, I promise to help you restore your memory... Thinking of what Mo Chen said a few nights ago, Zhang Liang was at a loss.

"What are you thinking?" Fu Nian walked in and asked lightly.

Zhang Liang was startled, Fu Nian was a little surprised to see the person who came: "Elder brother"

"Since you came here, I've seen that you are either in a daze or full of thoughts. I think it's very troubled?" Fu Nian sat opposite him and said.

"Ovary these days, I just can't figure out some things."

"tell me the story"

Zhang Liang looked at him for a long time before opening his mouth and said: "From the very beginning when Zi Fang saw Mo Chen, he felt a kind of intimacy, and since Mo Chen met me for the first time, he seemed to have nothing against me. I'm very puzzled."

"Really?" Fu Nian began to sink in her heart.

"There is still one thing that I don't understand about Zifang, I hope senior brother can explain it to Zifang." Zhang Liang cupped his hands and said.

Fu Nian bought a cup of tea for himself: "What's the matter? Tell me."

"Why does Mo Chen wear a mask to hide his face? And there are those red eyes..."

Hearing this, Fu Nian stared at Zhang Liang closely, with indescribable anger in his eyes: "He has been wearing a mask and wearing a red dress since he was four years old. As for the red eyes, it is because he was born five years ago." Obsessed with demons, that led to the red eyes of today."

"What's Mo Chen's full name?"

"He has no name or surname since he was born, only his name is Mochen." Fu Nian was angry at Zhang Liang, and felt sorry for Mochen.

No name, no surname: "Isn't Mo Chen your child, senior brother? Why..."

"Hmph!" Fu Nian snorted at him coldly, and said to him without anger and prestige: "You will know when you remember your lost memories."

Zhang Liang's eyes darkened, is it related to memory again...

Seeing him like this, Fu Nian regretted: "At the beginning, I shouldn't have lost the opportunity to win Ziqing because of the restraint, otherwise I wouldn't be here today..."