The princess must have gone through something; she has completely forgotten everyone and everything around her.
He could even smile and call out to the King of Qishan, "That handsome guy I don't know."
It seems to affect not only memory, but also IQ.
The Prince of Qishan was originally sent by His Majesty to the Jixian Academy to assist the Grand Scholar in compiling and editing classic texts.
Because of the princess's series of misfortunes, she was stuck at home before she could even go on official business.
The royal physician diagnosed that the princess's symptoms were likely due to temporary amnesia caused by an accidental impact.
I was prescribed some calming medication.
He said a few repetitive things, telling me to take it slow and see how it goes.
The steward of the Prince's residence respectfully saw the imperial physicians off.
The princess, however, was getting impatient.
"If they are all such mediocre people, there's no need to bring them to see me anymore. I might as well just stay sick like this for the rest of my life."
King Qishan: "I heard that a young man from the Western Regions has recently arrived at Fengle Tower. He has blond hair, blue eyes, a supple waist, and can dance the Hu Xuan dance. Would you like to go and see him?"
The princess, diagnosed with amnesia, said: "Okay, okay, let's go now."
Their eyes met.
Yun Wuyi: "But I have never met you before, young lady."
Qi Su squinted her eyes.
Are you sure you want to say that? I'll give you one chance to take it back.
Yun Wuyi remained silent for a moment.
She stood up. "Let's go."
…
Qi Su at Fenglelou.
It's the joy of Qi Su.
She is the carefree Qi Su.
She finally met the blond, blue-eyed boy from the Western Regions.
The young man was as gentle and affectionate as in the legends, with a supple waist.
His whirling dance was as captivating as a spinning top.
Of course, when he wasn't jumping, his bare chest rose and fell slightly, and his long legs peeked out from under his skirt, making him even more beautiful.
It's a pity.
Such beauty in the world is now beyond her reach.
Qi Su glanced at the slender young man standing on the vermilion drum inside the room.
He glanced again at the large group of people around him.
"What do you mean by this? This is really pointless."
Qingyan: "It can be admired from afar, but not touched or played with."
Qi Su: "You, a monk, can come to a place like this, and you still care whether I'm frivolous or not?"
Qingyan: "Amitabha. Sounds, sights, and sounds pass through the eyes and ears, but the Buddha remains in the heart. Benefactor, this humble monk is currently experiencing life's journey."
Qi Su burst out laughing.
Trying to fool me.
Your senior brother was practically a god sitting on the Buddhist altar, but I still managed to pull him down.
Now I tuck my feet into the blankets every night to keep them warm.
She beckoned to Qingyan.
"Young master, there is something I don't understand and would like to ask you. Please come a few steps closer."
Qingyan squinted at her.
What trick are they planning to pull this time?
Then I looked around.
Hmph, she has seven or eight maids and servants, and she's afraid of her?
"What is it?" he asked as he walked over.
Seeing that she had tricked Qingyan into coming, Qi Su reached out and grabbed his wrist to make sure the little monk wouldn't run away.
He then said with a grin, "I don't quite believe what you just said. I'll have to test you."
Qingyan had a vague feeling that something was wrong.
How will you test them?
Qi Su: "Let's use this sight and sound to test him, and also fulfill the little master's heart that yearns for Buddhism."
After she finished speaking, she summoned the young man from the Western Regions who was standing on the vermilion drum.
"Come here."
The young man smiled, tiptoed, and twirled down like a lark.
Qi Su tossed him a piece of gold.
He nodded to Qingyan.
"Seduce him."
"What?" Qingyan's eyes widened.
He hadn't yet grasped the meaning behind Qi Su's words, but the young man from the Western Regions had.
He put the gold inside his clothes.
She readily grabbed Qingyan's other hand and placed it on her firm, beautiful abs.
As he placed it, his eyes were filled with a gentle, almost ethereal expression.
She twisted her waist, her hips gently bumping against Qingyan.
Qingyan had never seen anything like this before and was completely dumbfounded.
No, he had indeed seen those female demons seducing his senior brother.
But had he ever experienced it himself?
Unexpectedly, when it happened to me, it felt like being burned by fire, and my whole body turned red.
They even forgot to struggle.
Seeing Qingyan's restraint, the young man from the Western Regions became even more unrestrained in his dance, almost clinging to him.
Qingyan, with red eyes, burst into tears.
When the young man from the Western Regions saw him crying, he twisted his waist to wipe away his tears.
Qingyan shook off Qi Su's hand.
He wailed, "How dare you humiliate me like this!"
"Oh, it's been through countless lifetimes," Qi Su said with a grin.
"Didn't you say that sights, sounds, sights, and sounds pass by, but Buddha remains in the heart?"
Little monk, you are not serving the Buddha sincerely. How can you indulge in sensual pleasures?
See? You still need to learn more from your senior.
Qingyan glared at her, crying.
"Don't you remember everything?"
He ran to the door.
"Just wait, this time my senior brother will definitely teach you a lesson!"
.
Yun Wuyi also came to Fenglelou.
But he didn't watch the young male celebrities with Qi Su.
He has his own things to do.
It was still that quiet, secluded room.
The flowers outside the window withered and then new ones bloomed.
Prince Xiao Heng of Qin sat before the incense table this time, lighting a plum blossom-scented cake.
A faint fragrance of plum blossoms wafted through the air, accompanied by wisps of white smoke.
He sat amidst the smoke, as if drifting between clouds and water, his eyes closed, entering a meditative state.
With a creak, a sound—
It was the sound of another window being pushed open.
"Are you burning incense or trying to repel mosquitoes?" a cool voice asked.
Xiao Heng opened her eyes and laughed.
"Oh, Zen Master, you must feel it with your heart..."
Without saying a word, he started coughing.
He quickly got up and extinguished the incense cake in the white porcelain incense cup.
"Sigh, this smoke smell is a bit strong. It seems that the incense recipes recorded in ancient times are not reliable."
After extinguishing the incense, the air was allowed to circulate for a while.
Only then did I feel my breathing become fresh again.
Xiao Heng looked the King of Qishan up and down.
"I've heard that Your Highness has had a very difficult few days. How is your sister-in-law, the Princess Consort, doing?"
The people around him didn't want to pay attention to his small talk.
He simply said, "The court has been in constant turmoil these past few days, and the fire at the Imperial Academy has almost completely burned down."
Xiao Heng's smile faded.
His expression was solemn.
"Wei Zhao doesn't want to discard King Huai as a pawn yet; he must find a way to salvage the situation. The time is almost right."
Yun Wuyi nodded.
"In the next few days, we'll have to adapt to the situation."
Xiao Heng: "Don't worry, everything has been arranged. They will absolutely not have anything to do with us."
Yun Wuyi lowered his eyes.
"Once the fire starts, there are too many variables. This time, I'm afraid the entire Ganjing area will be affected, so we still need to be prepared."
Xiao Heng: "Don't worry, I won't go back on my word. The capital's guards are ready."
They chatted briefly, making no clear beginning or end.
However, they had already devised a plan that would destroy the Great Yan Dynasty.
Both of them appeared calm.
His expression was no different from that of someone casually chatting.
After exchanging a few words, Yun Wuyi got up and left.
Xiao Heng laughed and said, "What, are you in such a hurry to go find your princess? I heard that the Princess of Qishan has lost her memory. You can't have forgotten your vows of eternal love, can you?"
He thought the person wouldn't answer.
Unexpectedly, the man glanced at him indifferently with his dark eyes.
"My wife is doing well. As for you, you're a single dog, so don't worry about other people."
Xiao Heng: "..."
Zen Master, why are you still firing indiscriminately?
Tsk, love really can make people harsh!
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