After Song resigned to the room and waited for a while, Mrs. Liang really came.
Behind her, there were several girls, each holding a tray in her hand, and the scroll in the tray was placed in the tray.
Song Ci only glanced, his eyebrows frowned.
He stood up to greet, "Mother, it's late now, why are you here to find me?"
Mrs. Liang grabbed his hand and led him inside. "You, it's just too rude."
Song Ci pretended not to understand, "What?"
"It's less loaded, you know clearly." Mrs. Liang said with a smile. "The girl in the Fangcaitang is the little Qianjin of the Sun family, and the girl Weiwei, should you remember?"
Song Cixin said how could he forget ...
He lived for so many years, and settled on that family affairs. In the end, the girl and the girl came to the door to retreat. Song Cifang recognized her at a glance. The young girl was lively and cheerful. With a pair of smiling eyes, so many years have passed and she has changed a lot.
But Song Ci shook his head. "Look at the eyes."
"You try to beat me." Mrs. Liang said, "I know you may still be angry, but things have been so many years, and Weier also said that she was young and ignorant."
She said, "At that time, you went to Beijing with your father as the official, and your mother was alone in the house, or the child ran hard and had a good temper ..."
Song Ci knows what she intends to say. Although he is gentle in his daily life, he can't let it go.
Then interrupted Mrs. Liang's words, "Mother ..."
"Okay, I know you can't let it go." Mrs. Liang sighed. "Well, there is no hope for Weier. I have the right to accept a daughter, but you are not too young. Now, people around you are the size of yours, and your sons are running around, but you do n’t even have a prince next to you, and you do n’t have to be afraid to tell a joke when you go out.
Song Ci had a headache, and the irritability in his heart surged up again, he said, "This matter is not in a hurry ..."
"Why not worry!" Mrs. Liang was anxious. "Now the people in Jinling have reported that my son has a hidden disease. Can I feel good about that?"
Song Ci hesitated for a moment, his voice weakened, "Who is so busy, talk about right and wrong everywhere."
"Who do you care about?" Mrs. Liang's gentle temperament was rare and tough. "I picked Jinlingli who is right with us, and you'll see later. Tell me if you like it. Even if you don't like it, choose a side room first. It's okay, it's better than dragging on like this. "
Song Ci Fufu had to agree, "I know, it's getting late, mother should rest early."
After Mrs. Liang left, Song Ci stood alone in front of the window for a while, watching the faint sky gradually fascinate.
The irritability in my heart couldn't be suppressed.
This mood is not the first time he has been able to comfort himself before, but he is now more and more unable to calm down.
"Master, do you want to take a bath?" You Wen came in at this time and asked.
Song Ci was silent for a while, his head bowed, "I'm going out."
You Wen froze, "What?"
"I'm going out," Song Ci repeated, "Feng Zhuojun, let me out, I don't want to play anymore."
You Wen smiled, "Master, what are you talking about? The slave didn't understand."
Song Ci looked at him, and the emotion of wanting to go out became stronger and more eager. As soon as he moved his fingertips, the blue flames burned, threatening, "Let me go out, or I will burn out here."
You Wen's expression changed, and he clasped his wrist all at once, and said coldly, "Do you know what you are doing?"
Song Ci just wanted to answer, but suddenly felt a flower in front of his eyes, and when his eyes reunited, his personal Xiaoyou Youwen turned into himself!
The "Song Ci" in front of him was dressed in an apricot robe, with long hair with a cold color on his face, and his eyes seemed to be seeping through the ice dregs.
Suddenly someone stood in front of him and talked to him, which made Song Ci feel weird. He tightened his eyebrows, "You ..."
"Where do you want to go?" Fake Song Cizhi asked, "Here is the home you are thinking about, the father and mother you have always remembered, and even the Wenchen and Liang Yanbei who have been away for a few years have returned. This is not what you want Why are you thinking about leaving? "
Song Ci was murdered by himself. He didn't expect that he was a bit scary. He replied, "This ... it's all fake."
Fake Songsi sneered, "What is true then?"
Song Ci said, "Rong Bai is true. I am also true in the divine realm. I want to go out. I still have things to do."
"Is it true or false?" Fake Song resigned. "Isn't it good to stay here? You shouldn't go out."
Song Ci couldn't understand, "Why should I stay in an illusion? And, who are you? Why do you order me?"
"Who am I?" Fake Songci said funnyly. "I am you. I know what you think in your heart and what's good about Rongbai, but it's an outsider. Where is it worth it, your friends and relatives are all here." This……"
Song Ci interrupted him angrily, "You're not me, you don't understand me at all, I just want to go out now."
"No, I know you, you don't want to go out," he said.
Song Ci's face was incredible. He didn't expect that he would have another day of arguing with himself. Seeing his own face was determined, he resisted the impulse of wanting to seduce. "Hurry up and let me go, otherwise I will you."
After speaking, he put Du Erhuan in his hands, threatening his face.
The fake Song Ci in front of him had no response, and there was a burst of laughter around him. Song Ci heard who it was and looked sideways, "Feng Zhuojun, what are you doing?"
Feng Zhuojun was smiling happily. With a wave of his hand, the fake Song Ci in front of him seemed like a slapstick that had closed the line. He didn't understand, and there was no expression on his face. Peerless Tang Gate www.jueshitangmen.info
"I have a question to ask you." Feng Zhuojun laughed enough, then said, "Why did you not realize that you were false in Rongbai's dream? Why did you not discover the charm of Qingqiu Fox? Is it fake? How come you are so determined to be fake? "
Song Ci hesitated, and found that he couldn't answer the question.
It seems that this is indeed the case. The previous two clearly were flawed, even more flawed than here, but he was deeply trapped.
Why?
Have no idea.
Song Ci dull opened his mouth and said, "Why do you think?"
Feng Zhuojun raised his eyebrows and did not answer, but pointed to the dummy in front of him, "Do you look at him carefully, do you feel familiar?"
Song Cixin said nonsense, of course, familiar, "Isn't this me?"
"Do you see when this is you?"
Song Ci was full of doubts, and he took a serious look again, and a snippet flashed in his mind, wondering, "Is it possible, the day when we met Wen Changchu?"
"Exactly." Feng Zhuojun said, "But don't avoid it. You are the day when you and Rong Bai formally entered into a relationship. It is the incarnation I extracted from your memory. He said that he understood it and did not. That's wrong, but I know you before that day. "
Song Ci looked at him and motioned him to continue.
"The reason you are so quick to realize that this is false is because what you most want in your heart has changed." Feng Zhuojun said, "The thing you most desire in the past is here, your home, your friends and relatives, Jinling, your heart and soul, but now you want to get out of here, and even want to set fire to it, I guess, in dreams and charm, you can see Rongbai. "
Feng Zhuojun said, "I say so, do you understand?"
Song Ci was silent, he wasn't thinking about anything, his brain was in a mess, he didn't know how to figure out his thoughts.
It seems that there is already an answer in my heart, but still veiled, Song Ci never dares to open it.
Feng Zhuojun waited patiently for a while, expecting that he could not accept it frankly and was not in a hurry. He listened to Song Ci a moment later, "Can I say a few words to him?"
Feng Zhuojun knew that the "he" of Song Ci referred to the dummy Song Ci in front of him, so he waved his hand, and the fake Song Ci moved again, blinking and looking at Song Ci.
"You ..." Song Ci thought it was wonderful, and he talked to himself.
"You don't want to leave?" He asked.
"Of course, why did you leave?" Fake Song resigned.
"Your friend is in danger now and needs you to save him. Would you like to go?" Song Ci asked tentatively again.
"What friend?" Fake Song Ci asked smoothly.
"It's just an ordinary friend." Song Ci answered immediately, but changed his voice slightly. "Maybe closer than ordinary friends."
"Are you closer than my Highness Nine?" Qiao Song asked again.
In fact, in the recognition of Song Ci, Wen Chan is the only friend and naturally the closest friend, but after he asked this question, Song Ci failed to answer decisively, and he hesitated.
But the person standing opposite was himself. All the coverups and hesitations were basically useless. When I saw him like this, I could not help but take a breath and wondered, "It's even more important than His Highness Nine. What friend?"
Song Ci was panicked. He never thought that Rong Bai's position in his heart was better than Wen Zen.
"Just ..." He didn't know how to describe it.
"Do you want to go?" Fake Songci quickly threw the question back.
Song Ci was caught off guard. He froze and looked straight at him, unable to answer.
The fake Song Ci was seen through at a glance, shocked, "You want to go? Oh, I remembered, you just said you want to leave, burned here, what kind of friend are you more important than your father and mother? Than this whole Home is more important? Are you crazy? "
Song Ci couldn't listen anymore. The more he listened, the more worried he became, and he hurriedly raised his hand to stop it. Feng Zhuojun also put away the dummy with a wink and said to him, "Would you like to stay for a while?"
"I'm going out," Song resigned.
Feng Zhuojun released him from the Kunlun mirror. He was still lying on the soft chair, leaned to his side, and turned his face over.
"Oh, there is one more thing, I think it is necessary to say something." Feng Zhuojun finally took a dose of fierce medicine. "The only illusion is that Kunlun Mirror extracts your memory and illusions. If it is really what you want most, you You do n’t even realize it ’s an illusion. In the final analysis, everything you just saw was just what you thought you wanted most.
After listening to Song Ci, he buried his face in the soft silk of the recliner, exposed his right ear completely red, and the other hand waved at Feng Zhuojun.
Walk around, stay away from me!
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