But why wait for her?
The Imperial Master himself didn't think clearly about the reason.
He only knew that she was an opportunity that defied fate and was very likely to succeed, even if he failed later.
Thinking of these, the Imperial Master felt that his mind was in a mess, and he frowned, and even reached out to rub his temples.
It seemed that there were things deep in his mind that he didn't know.
"The Imperial Master didn't want to see his past life or retrieve his memory."
Si Mobai did not let go of the strange moment of the Imperial Master.
He always felt that the Imperial Preceptor might be related to them, otherwise how could he know so much?
Perhaps the Imperial Preceptor was the key to solving the mystery.
The Imperial Master shook his head calmly, "I don't want to."
Those are a burden to him.
Si Mobai smiled and said, "Okay."
One day, I will think about it.
The Imperial Master looked at Si Mobai's smile and felt it was somewhat profound.
However, he was a little obedient to him and didn't think much about it.
He just nodded and left quickly.
Si Mobai watched the Imperial Master's back disappearing into the night for a while, then turned and returned to the room.
Abao was nestled in Feng Tianlan's arms, reading the medicine book, studying very seriously.
Feng Tianlan raised her eyes to look at him, smiled gently, and then lowered her head to teach Abao about new herbs.
Si Mobai didn't say much.
In fact, there was no need to avoid Lan'er with what he said just now.
However, he originally wanted to ask the Imperial Master if he liked Lan'er, but after thinking about it, he gave up.
The Imperial Master didn't know that he had the best intentions.
If he knew it, he would have another love rival, so why bother him.
The Imperial Master left the Si Mansion and took out something from the Najie Space, which was just a piece of red and bloody rag of clothing.
It seemed that it had been too long, and the blood had turned black, dyeing the red rag black. stiff.
He stared at the rag blankly, remembering the letter he received from Si Mobai half a month ago.
Si Mobai asked him to come to the capital to expose Bi Ling's lies in front of Feng Shu.
He agreed without hesitation, but on the way, he saw Bi Ling, and she gave him the rag.
Let him identify Feng Tianlan as a fake and she is the real one.
He wanted to refuse, but his eyes fell on the rag, and he couldn't say the word of refusal.
Even in the end, he never thought about refusing again.
That's why today, he said something against his will.
"What the hell is this?"
The Imperial Master carefully protected the rag, fearing that the wind would blow it away.
He didn't remember who the rag came from, or whose blood it was stained with.
He didn't remember everything.
But the moment he saw it, he couldn't look away anymore.
There was even a feeling that the treasure came back to him.
"The Imperial Master never wanted to see his past life or retrieve his memory."
Looking at the rags, the Imperial Master couldn't help but think of Si Mobai's words, his past life, and his own memories.
Does it mean that as long as he knows this, he can know who the owner of this rag is, the blood stained on it, and what kind of story it has?
perhaps He went against heaven because of the owner of this red rag
If the owner of this clothes has been waiting for him to save him, if the owner of this clothes is the person he wants to protect even to death.
Then he forgot everything, so wouldn't her waiting be in vain?
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Thinking of this, the Imperial Master couldn't help but tighten his hands and hold the rag tightly in his palms, and at this moment, his heart seemed to have some feelings again
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