Outside the window, the bright moon is in the sky. Inside the house, it is gentle and moving.
The song tilted out from Xi Ming's fingertips like flowing clouds and water, without a trace of slight burst of breath, and even Xi Ming's own face showed an incredible expression.
Suddenly, this confused look suddenly fell, and he turned his head suddenly, frowned, and looked extremely painful.
The sound of the piano had stopped. He held his cheek with one hand and murmured in a low voice, "It hurts so much, my head hurts so much..."
Qing Yan hurried forward and supported him, "Xi Ming, what's wrong with you?"
He gently pushed Qing Yan away and stood up hard, "It's nothing, I just suddenly felt a headache, as if it was about to crack. Uh, but now it's much better, I think I should be fine."
Xi Ming narrowed his eyes and gasped. At that moment, his forehead was covered with cold sweat.
Just now, the familiar melody brought him into a wonderful artistic conception. He seemed to be in a gorgeous and dazzling garden, surrounded by lush green bamboos and calm lake water, bathed in the fragrant fragrance.
Flying willow catkins danced gracefully on his forehead, while he sat upright in a carefully crafted pavilion. Just as he was trying to indulge in it and tried to recall something again, an inexplicable stinging pain came, and
Pull him back from the illusion to reality.
"I seem to remember something...but the memory is nothing, the reflection is blurry... I can't get closer!" He shook his head in annoyance.
Xi Ming seemed to be gradually awakening. This may not be good news for Qing Yan.
She smiled slightly and comforted Xi Ming's slightly irritable mood, "Relax, take your time, I can't remember today, and continue thinking about it tomorrow. One day, you will find your lost memories."
He nodded in confusion, got up and walked towards his room.
The hand was still gently pressed on his forehead. Obviously, the pain had not been completely eliminated. He could only hear him murmur in a low voice: "Am I a rich man before?"
This sentence quietly fell into Qing Yan's eardrum, causing ripples in her already ups and downs.
Whether she was expecting or worried, Qing Yanshen, please stared at the tall back in a complicated way, and thousands of thoughts suddenly surged into her heart, making her unable to speak anymore.
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In the early morning of the next day, Xi Ming changed into Huangfu Shi's blue clothes, and his hair was also like Qing Yan's style and tied up high. Xi Ming regained his spirit, and the traces of coolie left on him due to work gradually disappeared, and he smiled
Xiang Qingyan walked over, "Uh, this dress is quite comfortable to wear. How about it, is it okay?"
Looking at the beautiful man in front of him, Qing Yan couldn't help but exclaim, "Yeah, it's really good!"
"Haha, Brother Liu, I've been out of the farm for so many days and I haven't had the chance to walk around. Haha, I'm actually really curious about how the world outside looks like?"
Qing Yan was stumped on the spot.
It is obvious that now is an extraordinary moment, and the minions of the second prince who are almost all over the country are searching for Xi Ming's traces with all their might. At this moment, he is not only unclear about his identity, but also about the tense situation outside.