Golden Age Of Phoenix: Tyrant’s First Class Virtuous Imperial Concubine

"who are you?"

"...!?"

Nan Yan suddenly opened his eyes and looked at him.

what did he say? !

He asked, who he is...

He doesn't recognize himself?

Could it be that he really—as Qin Ruolan said before, forgot all the dust and everything that happened—and at this moment, the same is true?

Although I have always had this kind of worry in my heart along the way, I didn't expect this kind of worry to actually become a reality.

Nan Yan couldn't accept it for a while.

He couldn't accept the man in front of him. He used to grind his ears and temples and let his soul linger, but now, he has forgotten himself.

Zhu Feng looked down at her and saw that pretty little face, he just showed a little joy, but at this moment, because he heard these words, he became pale again.

It seems that I asked what an incredible sentence.

Could it be that she thinks she should know her?

Zhu Feng said: "It was me who went to sea with the old boatman and rescued you from the sea, but we don't know who you are and where you came from. Now you should say it."

"..."

Nan Yan almost gasped.

It turned out that it was him.

In the past two days, the old boatman and old woman have been talking in his ears, and the "noble man" who kept talking, turned out to be him.

He rescued himself from the sea.

However, he lost his memory and forgot himself.

This complex and uncomfortable emotion entangled Nan Yan for a while, and it felt like he couldn't breathe.

So that day, after the day when he suddenly did something to himself, he really lost his memory.

Or is he not remembering when he did it to himself?

All kinds of thoughts, all kinds of guesses, are constantly surging in her mind like the tide, heartache, sadness, and various emotions are constantly surging.

Under the entanglement of these complex emotions, Nan Yan suddenly had an idea.

A thought that shouldn't come up at this time.

So, you wash your hands and make soup, not for me, but for a woman you don't know at all.

"..."

Thinking of this, Nan Yan suddenly felt a little unhappy in her heart.

You know, when two people were together before, he didn't wash his hands and make soup for himself, but now, a woman he didn't know each other, he did it for "her".

Although that "she" was also herself, this subtle difference also gave Nan Yan a subtle "angry" in her heart.

However, she immediately suppressed this anger.

This is not the time to be jealous.

She thought for a while in silence, then raised her head to look at Xiang Zhufeng: "Ah..."

If you have forgotten me, what do you remember?

Do you remember who you are?

She wanted to speak eagerly, but her throat was empty and she couldn't say a word at all.

Seeing that the corners of her anxious eyes were a little red, Zhu Feng frowned slightly: "What do you want to tell me?"

"what……"

"Or," Zhu Feng said hopelessly, "Can you write?"

"what!"

Nan Yan's eyes lit up-yes, although he could not speak while writing, he could still write.

I was so impatient just now that I forgot all this.

But when I turned my head, the room was empty, and there would be nothing like pen, ink, paper or inkstone.

Nan Yan was initially anxious. At this time, he simply grabbed Zhu Feng's hand, grabbed his palm, and wrote stroke by stroke in his wide palm with his fingertips.

"who are you."

According to the strokes she drew, Zhu Feng read out every word.

After writing these words, Nan Yan looked up at him eagerly.

Do you remember who you are?

But when Zhu Feng came to these words, his eyebrows frowned slightly.

He instinctively said: "Who am I, you don't need to ask."

"..."

Nan Yan was blocked by his words.

It seems that the temperament remains the same regardless of the amnesia.

But if you don't tell me, how do I know what you remember? If you really have forgotten everything, then why are you here? This should be regarded as King Ning's territory, he is dangerous!

Nan Yan only felt that his head was big, so he pulled his hand over and wrote three words stroke by stroke in his palm.

in danger.

Zhu Feng frowned: "In danger?"

"Ok."

"It's okay," he said lightly, not completely ignorant of everything around him, and the holy driver is still on his way here.

He said solemnly, "Ruolan, they should be here soon."

Nan Yan's heart sank.

Ruolan, Qin Ruolan? !

Hearing this name, it was like the thorn in her heart was pricked fiercely again, she felt a tingling pain in her chest, and she subconsciously stared at him with wide eyes.

"what--"

Why do you forget about me, but still remember Qin Ruolan?

By the way, when I was robbed by King Ning before, you canonized her?

So, you forgot everything, but you did not forget her alone, did you?

Thinking of this, Nan Yan's hand trembled slightly, and the hand that originally held him was also released.

Zhu Feng looked down at her, puzzled for a while.

She was so anxious just now, why did she have such a sad look on her face now, and she didn't say anything, but she seemed to be in terrible pain?

He subconsciously asked: "What's wrong with you?"

"..."

Nan Yan looked at him, unable to speak.

Even if she could tell, she had nothing to say.

So, this is your truest side?

If you forget yourself, forget everything, you won’t forget Qin Ruolan, even at this moment, is it her that you are thinking of?

Then, why did you appear in front of yourself?

What are you doing to save me like this?

The more I think about it, the more painful I feel.

Seeing her face getting paler and paler, and the corners of her eyes reddening, as if she was about to cry, Zhu Feng was stunned by her sudden emotions, and subconsciously reached out and gently stroked her. shoulder.

Feeling the weak body trembling slightly under the palm of his hand.

He said, "What's wrong with you? Are you injured? Or sick?"

"..."

Nan Yan bit her lower lip and almost broke the flap of her lips. With the sharp pain, she swallowed all the unwillingness and sorrow in her heart.

She took a deep breath and looked up at him.

No matter what, he can't be put in danger.

Thinking of this, she took his hand again, and started writing quickly, but firmly.

Zhu Feng twisted his eyebrows, and read word by word: "You leave here quickly, King Ning is rebelling, you are in danger."

His eyes flashed, and he looked up at Nan Yan: "You, how do you know who I am? Who are you?"

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of footsteps outside.