The woman has waterfall-like black and soft hair, which is only pulled up in a simple hairstyle. She does not wear any headgear, but she has a unique charm. Her face is beautiful and refined, with a pair of eyes as cold as ice pools, and a graceful figure.

Dressed in a gauze-like white dress, she looks like a fairy!

Beside her, stood a tall man wearing a striped brocade yellow robe. He had a stern face that could charm all living beings, and his bright and sharp eyes like an eagle looked at the woman lovingly,

The thin lips drawn by cold lines were pursed in a sinister arc, and a voice that was so sinister and frightening asked, "How long have Ning'er been sitting here?".

"Reply to the King, Miss Bing Ning has been sitting here for more than two hours." The maid leaned forward, swallowed her saliva, and replied timidly.

After hearing this, the man's narrow eyes shot out with a cold light, like a cheetah with a calm but extremely dangerous expression, and he said casually, "Come here, drag this maid who doesn't know how to serve her master out and kill her."

"Please forgive me for your life. I know my mistake. I will definitely take good care of Miss Bing Ning next time..." The maid was so frightened that her face broke down into tears. She knelt on the ground and crawled to the front of Bing Ning.

In front of the most favored woman of the king, he begged, "Miss Bing Ning, please speak and let the king spare this slave. I will be a cow and a horse for you in the next life...".

The elegance of admiring the lotus was interrupted. Bing Ning's beautiful face frowned slightly, turned her head, looked at the pleading maid with cold eyes, and exhaled from her cherry-like red lips, "Is it your life or death?"

, what does it have to do with me?" After saying that, he stood up and looked at the extraordinary man, exuding domineering power, blessed his body, "King".

The man fondled Bing Ning himself and looked at the maid with a hint of viciousness, "If you dare to disturb Ning'er's enjoyment of flower viewing, you will be beaten to death with a stick."

Beaten to death with a stick?! Bing Ning put her hand on her forehead with a painful expression, closed her eyes, her eyelashes like saucer wings blinked uneasily, and some discontinuous fragments and sounds flashed in her mind.

I'm going to find the doctor. If you dare to touch her while I'm not around, I'll beat you to death with a stick!...

I heard that the day you saved me, you contradicted the prince so much, and all you got in exchange was ten pieces of cake, and the maid who was just lying was beaten to death by the prince's people in the back mountain...

Bing Ning had a splitting headache. It was these familiar voices and that familiar woman again. Who was she? Who were they? She couldn't help but hold her head with both hands and cry out in pain, "Ah!!".

"Ning'er, you have a headache again, go to the imperial doctor quickly!" The man's majestic voice said nervously.

The clips and sounds disappeared. Bing Ning suddenly opened her eyes and clenched the corners of the man's clothes excitedly, "Mo, tell me, who am I? Who am I?! Why do I have nothing to do with the past?"

I know, why do I have no memory?”.

She only vaguely knew that she had been having a long nightmare as if she had been sleeping for a thousand years. In the dream, one of her feet had already entered the gate of hell, but the other foot was tightly held by a man, and the two sides kept going.

The pulling and pulling caused her to wander painfully on the line of life and death every day. There were more than twenty imperial doctors, witch doctors, and charlatans in front of her bed, constantly using more acupuncture, medicine, and witchcraft to treat her!

Several times she didn't want to live anymore, she had lost her breath, but the man's affectionate and heartbroken voice called her back, and she continued to repeat a life that was worse than death every day! A year ago, when she opened her eyes, for the first time

She saw the king in front of her at a glance. He told her that his name was Wanyan Mo, and she could call him Mo. The next day, she found out from the maid that Wanyan Mo was the supreme king of the Samian Kingdom. From then on,

There was only one name in her mind, Wan Yan Mo, and only one man, Wan Yan Mo.

"Ning'er" Wanyanmo's cold and charming face showed a gentle arc, and she hugged Bing Ning gently in her broad arms, "Ning'er, your body has not recovered yet, don't be too excited."

Bing Ning's cold and beautiful face no longer had any expressions of excitement, joy or ordinary people. She leaned feebly in Wanyan Mo's arms and asked in a calm voice, "Mo, tell me,

How about my past memories? I don’t want to be such an incomplete self. Who is the thirteen- or four-year-old foreign woman who always appears in my mind? Why do her joys, sorrows, and joys affect me so much? "

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Wanyan Mo was startled, then patted Bing Ning's shoulder reassuringly with her big hand, and said warmly, "Ning'er, you grew up in the palace without a father or mother, but you disguised yourself as a commoner because you learned medical skills from a young age.

Treat the people of Li. Over time, you have been praised as a miracle doctor by the people of the Samian Kingdom. You were seriously injured in an accident and took medicine for a long time, so you lost your memory. The character you mentioned often appears in your mind. That is just because you have been long-term.

The hallucinations caused by taking medicine over time."

Bing Ning looked up at Wan Yan Mo and asked dubiously, "Is this really the case?". At this moment, if it were any other woman, there should be tears in her eyes, but Bing Ning's eyes were filled with tears.

There was no trace of mist in her eyes, because even though she was sad and wanted to cry, no tears could come out of her eyes, as if she had already shed all her tears in her previous life.

"Yes." Wanyanmo caressed Bing Ning's hair lovingly, with a hint of unbearability flashing through his unfathomable bright eyes, "Ning'er, let's go have dinner together"...

In the ancestral hall of Hades Mansion, Chu Ziming's majestic figure was dressed in black clothes, exuding a chilling aura. His eyebrows were more stern and mature than before, and his deep eyes were covered with layers of blood.

In pain, he stood upright in front of a memorial tablet, which read: "The position of my beloved wife Ling Dandan"

Dandan, today is the three-year anniversary of your death. Three years have passed in a blink of an eye, but the days I spent with you seem like yesterday. Every smile and look you made appears in my mind, vividly in my mind.

I have never thought that besides Mei'er, there is a woman who makes this king even more heartbroken!

If I had known today, I would definitely take good care of you, but now, it's too late.

"Your Majesty, it's not good, the young prince is ill again." The maid stood at the door of the ancestral hall and said in panic as she had no choice but to do so.

Chu Ziming suddenly frowned and took a deep look at Dandan's tablet. This was probably retribution for Lan Dier and me! He turned around and hurriedly walked out of the ancestral hall...

In the side room full of medicinal soup, facing the five imperial doctors who all said that they could not find out the cause of the illness of the young prince, Chu Ziming was furious, like the judge of death, "A bunch of useless trash, what are they even?"

There is no way to know the disease, so what’s the use of keeping you alive? I’ll kill you.”
Chapter completed!