The second man was rough and violent, a bit like the cheerful and heroic Marshal Xuanye. But no matter what, the man was never willing to be angry with Xiaojiu. He was like a thorny head to the outside, but he never had a temper in front of Xiaojiu.

Zhou Yanqing pursed her lips: "...I may be subconsciously escaping something."

All the memories I had forgotten in the past were regained. Since the Kowloon Fight for the Throne, my brothers were killed, injured, sick and disabled, and soon as they ascended the throne, something happened to her. It took four years to wake up again.

At first I lost my memory, but after retrieving it, I also wanted to escape and didn't want to face it. That feeling was like once I went, it was like uncovering a layer of soil covered with my heart, and the bloody wound would be exposed again.

Just like now, she is still on the road and before she can get to the place, she feels so painful.

Perhaps she subconsciously refused to see the cold grave and did not want to accept that her second brother had really died in the past.

Zhou Yun held her hand, and he looked soothed and elegant, with a gentle and elegant scholar, all over the fragrance of books and ink.

He stared at Zhou Yanqing, who was a little pale, and saw the confusion in her eyes, he laughed: "The road is still long, don't be so tense."

He asked Zhou Yanqing to lean on his shoulder: "Sleep for a while and keep your energy. It's just right that you can also take a look at the boss this time."

The eldest brother was once the prince of the East Palace. In the past four years, because of the fake emperor, the crazy prince rarely sobered up. Sometimes he would chant when he was awake. I really can't believe that this palace lost to a fool like Xiaojiu back then?

The prince's sarcasm is not a day or two. The origin of his words is not because the fake emperor on the dragon throne is too licentious, but because he thought from the heart that Xiaojiu was too stupid back then.

In order to protect their brothers, she used all the IQ she could use. Even though she knew that the dragon throne was a hot potato, she still sat on it. She just wanted to use her thin shoulders to support the sky, sacrificed herself and wanted to fulfill the others.

Emperors of all dynasties have been a seed. The seeds sprout and bloom, and eventually accumulate enough negative energy to become a fruit.

The only way to go is countless pains that will drive people crazy. Once they are really crazy, the fruit will ripen and there will be so-called gods to pick them.

Therefore, although the eldest prince who spoke of right and wrong was scolding Xiaojiu for being stupid, he was also a kind of heartache and even more powerless, hating his own powerlessness.

Zhou Yanqing leaned on the shoulder of the fourth brother. The fourth brother was always gentle. He was vaguely reminded of the first meeting back then. He was like a wolf cub, and his body was covered with sharp thorns, like a hedgehog, and he could prick his hands when he touched it.

She suddenly remembered to ask Fang Jue, the gray-clothed servant beside her, and then to Li Zan, Lin Wenzhou, Yin Shao... Thinking of these people, I remembered that she once thought that although Fang Jue was obedient and gentle in front of Liang Wenqing, she occasionally looked like a worried old mother, but as long as she was on the outside, she was covered in thorns.

I remembered that she had used the word "wolf cub" several times to describe Yin Shao, Lin Wenzhou's elegance, Li Zan's silence and endurance of humiliation.

She finally understood why she looked at these people for no reason.

It is because these people always have some traits that match her childhood brother.

She looked tired. "Fourth brother..."

"kindness."

"Nothing, I just want to call you."

"Fourth brother is here, I will accompany you."

Zhou Yanqing slowly bent her lips and smiled.
Chapter completed!