Your Majesty doesn't know

Chapter 10

When he was in the Miyun Palace earlier, He Zichen told the Queen Mother what he had inquired about during this period, and then said that he decided not to believe in anything, and would not inquire any more, just waiting to recover his memory.

Today the Queen Mother is quite sober, and she didn't say any more extreme words. She just sighed after hearing his words, with an expression of "you silly boy", and waited for him to ask several times before saying: "If Sheng Ling doesn't want you to recover your memory, Do you think you can really remember?"

He Zichen said: "How do you say that? It's not something that Sheng Ling can control whether you can restore your memory or not?"

"If you just have simple amnesia, it's hard to say whether he can control it, but if..." the Queen Mother drew her tone, and said with a smirk, "You are not amnesia, but your memory has been sealed by him, can you restore it? Don't you want to see what he means?"

"Sealed memory? Mother, what's going on?" He Zichen asked quickly.

"Many years ago, Rong Xu, the son of Prime Minister Rong, went out to play with a group of princes and grandchildren. Unfortunately, he encountered a ghost, and the rest of them died. Only Rong Xu survived, but he was scared out of his wits and talked nonsense all day long. The former national teacher played the song of forgetting sorrow, making him forget what happened that day. Since then, Rong Xu really has no memory of the encounter with ghosts...

"Since there is a 'Song of Wangyou', who can say that there is no 'Song of Forgetting Life'? Anyway, the people in Zaixinglou are very powerful. In the past, all the national teachers have compassion for the common people and have the world in their hearts. Naturally, they will not rely on their own You can do whatever you want with some supernatural powers, but now this one...but you can't say for sure." The queen mother said.

It has to be said that He Zichen believed the queen mother's words to a certain extent. After all, no matter what happened to him at the beginning, what happened to him after waking up depended on good fortune, and no one could predict it.But when he woke up, everyone seemed to know that he had amnesia, and everyone was very considerate. If the amnesia was not under the control of others, how could they have known in advance?

Now, what He Zichen is looking for in Zangshu Pavilion is the formula that can restore his memory.Anyway, he had also studied with the former national teacher at the beginning, as long as he had the guidance of books, he would not be afraid of not being able to use some less complicated spells.

From the outside, Zangshu Pavilion looks very small, similar to He Zichen's study room with a pile of dilapidated ones, but the space inside is astonishingly large. Looking at the hundreds of rows of bookshelves as high as a person, and the vast sea of ​​books... He Zichen suddenly became siblings. Stiff, almost prohibitive.

Silently thinking about the purpose of his trip, he managed to gather his composure, and finally overcame his instinctive fear of books. He paced among the bookshelves, his gaze passing by, trying to quickly find the one he needed.

But obviously, this is an almost impossible goal.

At the beginning, He Zichen was still full of fighting spirit, but after he got dizzy and couldn't find anything, he finally gave up, and turned to randomly looking for the interesting ones in those books. Although most of the books here are very boring, but It is also very interesting that he has found so many books.

For example, one of them is dedicated to the magic tricks, which are not particularly complicated tricks. It is the same as he used the flute to summon the birds before. They are all trivial tricks of no great use, but such trivial tricks make He Zichen feel interesting. , interesting things are good things.

He Zichen was fascinated by it, so he just sat down cross-legged and read it carefully, applying what he learned while reading. The most things in it were books, so he naturally had to practice with them.He Zichen flipped his fingers up and down nimbly, silently urging the magic formula in his mouth, and soon a book in front of him shook slightly as if it was alive, trying to break free, as the shaking became more and more intense, the book was really pulled from the shelf Li came out and was about to fall to the ground, but the pages of the book unfolded spiritually and flapped like wings. With such flapping, the book turned into a butterfly in front of He Zichen.

He Zichen stretched out his hand, and the butterfly landed gently on his finger.

The dark blue wings, the dots dotted with black and white, the slender tentacles, and even the touch of the thin feet on the fingers are so real.He Zichen chuckled, thinking that what others said was "lifelike", this is really "lifelike".

He couldn't enjoy the game, so he activated the magic formula again to turn the row of books in front of him into butterflies, so the bookshelf in front of him was empty, and there were hundreds of butterflies flying around, looking more lively than before.

"It seems... a bit monotonous?" He Zichen murmured.

After finishing his speech, he did another move, "Spring comes from a dead tree". In a short time, many fresh green shoots appeared on the wooden bookshelf, and quickly grew into green vines, twisting gracefully in the air like a spirit snake. Immediately afterwards, hundreds of colorful flowers bloomed on the vines at the same time, and the butterflies that had been transformed from those books earlier also did their duty as butterflies, and all of them flew over and danced around these flowers.

For a while, the solemn and solemn Zangshu Pavilion became full of spring.

He Zichen looked at the seemingly real and illusory scene in front of him, with a rather contented expression.Just as he was wondering if it was too quiet and if there was a way to make music, all the flying butterflies froze strangely, all suspended in the air without moving.Before He Zichen could react, all the butterflies turned into books, stayed in the air for a moment, and then all fell down——

He Zichen who was standing below was stunned.

Simultaneously turning multiple books into butterflies, the spiritual power was not enough to last for too long, and before he had time to let them fly back and arrange them neatly in the previous order, the spell would fail and return to their original form.He Zichen looked at the mess, dumbfounded, what should he do?Had to do it myself to put them back in place.

After all, there are hundreds of books, even if he has the ability of photographic memory, he has not "reviewed" all of them. It is really difficult to find the original position based on memory alone.He Zichen sighed, so he sat down on the floor again, picked up these books and looked at them one by one, put them in a pile with similar functions, and then put them back according to the general memory, so that even if there are differences from the original ones, the difference will not be too outrageous .

Suddenly, a few pieces of yellow paper fell out of a thick book in his hand. He Zichen picked it up and saw that strange patterns were drawn with cinnabar on the yellow paper. There are three large characters on the collection of talismans. It turns out that these are some painted talisman papers.

He Zichen became interested, and was no longer in a hurry to tidy up the books. He held the "Tales Collection" and looked at it. There were all kinds of spells in it, most of which were soul-suppressing charms, evil spirit talismans, and unclean talismans. There are many traditional charms, but the more you look at the back, the more you deviate from the "right way". What kind of body charms, substitute charms, invisibility charms, drowsiness charms, and even aphrodisiac charms... Many of them are not doing their jobs properly and doing crooked ways. Logically speaking, they should belong to the taboo. I don't know which national teacher collected it.

I didn't expect that there would be such a national teacher in the Zhaixing Tower...

However, he likes it!

He Zichen laughed so hard that he silently memorized these talismans as if he had found a treasure.He looked at the two ready-made talisman papers in his hand, compared them page by page, and finally found the corresponding pattern on a certain page. Seeing the name of the talisman, He Zichen smiled even more maliciously.

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The setting sun is slanting, and the evening clouds are piled up.

Everyone in the Zhaixing Building was exhausted from playing, and the hardest Sheng Zilan just had some free time and wanted to play with his brothers and sisters, but was told that they either wanted to meditate and practice the mind method or review a certain method. Seems to be very busy.

After being rejected many times, Lan Yin stood beside the Davidia involucrata forest with a bitter face, looking lonely and wronged.He is as playful as ordinary children, but he can't cry like ordinary children, and he can't even make a sound, just because he is the divine son, the future owner of the Star Picking Tower, and the future guardian of Yousheng Kingdom .

Although Lan Yin is young, he also vaguely understands what kind of responsibilities he bears. It's not that he doesn't want to work hard, and it's not that he can't bear hardships. He also wants to become a person like Master in the future, but in such a boring day After a long time, sometimes he still... feels lonely.

I really envy Master... I heard that Master was accompanied by the current monarch and his elder brother when he was young. Several of them practiced spells together and went out to practice together. Although they often fight and fight, at least they won't be lonely that way.

I really wish I could have a partner like a king to accompany me...

Thinking of this, Lan Yin's eyes suddenly lit up, she took down the flute from her waist, and played it according to He Zichen's tune in her previous memory. He ming, but never see them flying over.

Although the summoning failed, Lan Yin seemed to get a special interest from the sound of the flute, and didn't feel depressed, and gradually became more and more involved in playing it.The cheerful and sacred tune fluttered under the bright clouds in the western sky, appearing innocent and melancholy...

"Holy Son," Asher suddenly uttered a voice behind him, startling Lan Yin. He smiled apologetically, and asked again, "Holy Son, is the Monarch still in the building? Where is the Holy Master, with him?" ?”

Lan Yin couldn't speak, so she stretched out her hand and made a few movements, and finally blinked her eyes, as if asking "Do you understand?"

Asher pondered: "You mean... the monarch lured the Holy Master to play games and drink wine?"

Lan Yin shook his head hastily, and made a series of unintelligible movements, as if he was eagerly explaining something.

"Got it, got it, it wasn't him who abducted, it was the Holy Master's willingness, okay?" Asher didn't argue with him, and retreated gracefully.

It's just that there was a look of schadenfreude on his delicate and clean face. There was no outsider present, so Asher spoke without any scruples. He said, "Is he stupid? The Holy Master can split mountains and cut rocks with his hands, and he can play with flowers and butterflies. Not to mention such a simple and vulgar thing as boxing guessing, how can his pair of ordinary hands be comparable? Besides, even if the Holy Master deliberately asked him to do it a few times, he could resolve his drunkenness by pinching a hangover formula. Competition?"

To a certain extent, Asher was right.

After drinking the eighth cup of wine, He Zichen looked at Sheng Ling who was still calm and calm, secretly bit a mouthful of vajra teeth, and swallowed the glass with a smile.

His Majesty was bitter, but His Majesty didn't say anything.