Cen Nuo frowned and looked at Xiang Yu's leisurely look, then slammed a carriage toward Xiang Yu: "But it's not impossible for me to help Miss Xiang."
"Senven, what are your conditions?" Xiang Yu raised his eyes and looked at Cen Nuo, who was only a stone's throw away from him.
"I asked Miss Xiang a question. Miss Xiang only needs to answer me seriously, and I will help Miss Xiang." Cen Nuo lowered his head and looked at Xiang Yu seriously.
Xiang Yu was very aware of Cen Nuo's face. If you dare to lie to me, I will make you so painful that you doubt your life. She smiled sweetly: "Master Senven, tell me, your little wife You must tell me everything you know.”
Cen Nuo looked at Xiang Yu and was silent for a while before speaking slowly.
"Is there a missing memory in Miss Xiang's memory?"
Zenno said this in a depressed tone.
Since returning from the hunt, he seemed to have spent a very dark time. His cherished mutton-fat white jade ring was worn on the hand of Zhenguo Gong's legitimate daughter. He began to raise "forget-me-nots" in the yard. There are also many scars for no reason, especially the striking sword marks on his chest.
There were rumors all over Kyoto that he was having an affair with the legitimate daughter of the Duke of Zhen, but his personal bodyguard Jin Yan kept silent about this matter.
Although Cen Nuo tried his best to keep his tone as calm as possible, Xiang Yu still heard a very suppressed sadness in Cen Nuo's voice.
After she entered the book, she discovered that except for the names of the characters and the characters she wrote, the plot and the personalities of the characters were completely inconsistent with her own book.
Xiang Yu was silent for a while.
"Your little wife doesn't know much about this either."
Cen Nuo didn't show any surprise when he heard this, but the sense of loss in his eyes was even stronger.
Xiang Yu glanced at Cen Nuo, who was obviously disappointed after hearing this answer, and comforted him with a smile: "Maybe. The reason why the Seventh Prince doubts your little wife must be because you have a ruler in your heart to measure her. Presumably, the Seventh Prince also has his own answer in his mind at this time."
After hearing this, Cen Nuo stared at Xiang Yu's calm smile for a while, as if to confirm whether Xiang Yu was lying to him.
When he confirmed that Xiang Yu was indeed not lying, he withdrew his gaze, stood up, looked forward, and began to play with the jade ring in his hand again.
Xiang Yu looked at Cen Nuo's cold face, but his eyes, although calm and cold, showed suppressed pain.
Xiangyu retracted her gaze and looked ahead with Cen Nuo. She suddenly rushed in front of Cen Nuo, occupying all of Cen Nuo's sight. She looked at Cen Nuo and smiled sweetly: "Master Senven, your little wife thinks so. It’s not a bad thing to forget.”
Cen Nuo looked at Xiang Yu in front of him and did not answer.
Just when Cen Nuo fell into his own world, Xiang Yu stood up and stood in front of Cen Nuo and gently patted Cen Nuo on the head, like comforting an injured wolf.
"As the saying goes, if you worry, your head will turn gray. Master Senven, if you repeatedly catch up on some forgotten things, you will only make yourself fall into the abyss of infinite sadness and be unable to climb out. Why bother?"
Xiang Yu struck so swiftly that Cen Nuo had no chance to dodge.
Xiang Yu also didn't expect that Cen Nuo's green hair was so soft, so soft that Xiang Yu's heart almost melted.
The extremely comfortable feeling made Xiang Yu's claws begin to ravage Cen Nuo's head restlessly.
Because although the hands on Cen Nuo's head were ravaging randomly, the movements were very gentle.
Cen Nuo's fingers, which were originally just playing with the jade ring, pinched the jade ring in his hand tightly.
No one in this world can touch his head!
(End of chapter)