shock!My spoiled villain husband has awakened

Chapter 170
An Shuyao stared at the bed curtain, and thought about it carefully: "Sanggong, I just had a dream. I dreamed that when I was young, I dreamed of a strange little boy. The wrist seems to be controlling itself, which is so weird."

Lu Jin was stunned, and his voice trembled slightly: "And then?"

"Then." An Shuyao yawned: "I snatched his knife and taught him children not to play with knives."

Lu Jin held her tighter: "Then do you still remember his name and what he looks like?"

An Shuyao shook her head: "I don't remember, maybe it was a passer-by, but I just happened to help him. My memory of my childhood is a little fuzzy, and I also kind of forget it."

"Forget it, forget it." Lu Jin's hoarse voice sounded.

An Shuyao didn't bother to think about it, she really didn't have such a character in her memory, if she hadn't had such an inexplicable dream, she might not have been able to remember it.

So she closed her eyes and fell asleep again.

But Lu Jin couldn't fall asleep anyway.

People are really different.

She could regard that encounter as helping a passer-by, but Lu Jin would remember it for the rest of her life. Without An Shuyao, he would have died.

Because of An Shuyao's dream, his memory was brought back to the past.

He was terrified of a life that was not dominated by him from birth.

After fear, he had to rack his brains thinking about how to live safely. He didn't want to be assassinated again and again, and even worried that he would die in his sleep one day.

This kind of worry didn't come until he was eight years old, when he was caught and tied up. He defended himself with a knife. After finally running out, he found that his body was out of control again. Own.

It was as if his fate had been written by the heavens, and at a certain time he would be able to make an honorable exit to make room for others.

How could he be reconciled, so he tried his best to control himself, but in the end he was saved by An Shuyao, a baby girl.

The appearance of her holding a knife to teach herself seems to be vivid in my memory, obviously she is only three years old, and she speaks in an old-fashioned way.

When we met again, she was eight years old, and he was 13 years old. His immature face has opened up, and he has the beauty of a teenager, while An Shuyao is still the white glutinous snow dumpling, grinning with a mouthful of small white teeth every day. brilliant.

He still remembered her, but An Shuyao had long forgotten him as a passerby.

"Yaoyao." He called softly.

"Huh?" An Shuyao replied in a daze.

Lu Jin was silent for a while before saying: "The old monk in the temple said that marriage is destined by the heavens and has a long history, and between us, do you think there is a possibility that you saved me in the previous life, so I will come to you in this life?" I promised myself."

An Shuyao sobered up a bit: "The monk from which temple, isn't this a pure fool, sir, we don't believe in these things."

After finishing speaking, she herself felt a little funny: "Is it a life-saving favor? It sounds quite romantic, is it too deliberate?"

"It's appropriate to make up a story for you. In the past, you were the crown prince and most of them lived in the East Palace, while I was outside the palace. The time for us to meet, except for the college entrance examination, was nothing."

Moreover, when this school test was for riding and shooting, men and women were not separated in this school test. It was rare to take the test together, but men still recorded men's and women's records, but women could watch the men's competition from the sidelines.

An Shuyao leaned her head on Lu Jin's shoulder: "Speaking of which, I still miss the little sisters in Beijing. There were a few who played well with me before, but they gradually drifted away."

Lu Jin's voice was very light: "And then?"

When mentioning the matter of Shengjing, An Shuyao became more interested: "Do you still remember that little princess Xie Jiayue? I used to have a good relationship with her."

Xie Jiayue, the daughter of the heterosexual king Xie Wan, is considered to be the top noble daughter in Shengjing.

An Shuyao shook her head regretfully: "It's just that we didn't contact each other for some reason. It's a pity. She seems to like my third brother."

"I was asked to advise her before."

Lu Jin: "..."

Hearing An Shuyao gossip about him, he asked, "How old were you at that time?"

An Shuyao thought about it carefully: "Eight years old, or nine years old."

"..."

So they started to know Mu Shaoai when they were eight or nine years old, Lu Jin was a little speechless for a while, at that time she was just a kid herself, how could she know what she liked or didn't like, it was just like playing around.

He asked: "Then what happened afterwards? Does Princess Xie Xiao still like your third brother?"

An Shuyao stretched her waist and sat up: "I don't know about this. I left Beijing when I was ten years old. When I came back, she went to the border with her father. When I came back, I happened to marry you and I didn't have anything to do with her." How to contact her, and then she was exiled, and I haven't seen her a few times."

"It's a pity to say it."

It's a pity for An Shuyao. In the past, her relationship with Xie Jiayue was that of iron in iron. She put on her clothes and sat up, rubbing her head and muttering: "But I feel a little strange, I always feel that my memory Intermittent and incoherent, as if it was cut, alas, it may be really old, and the memory has faded."

She is only 16 years old, and she will be [-] next year. No matter how old she is, she is still as young as a flower.

An Shuyao put on the padded coat and walked out. Her words attracted Lu Jin's attention. Memory decline?What is the reason for this?
In the morning, City Lord Mu came with Yuan Yi again, and the reason why he woke up so early was just to have breakfast.

For this reason, he also called Wei Chiyu.

Wei Chiyu now wished he could stay a hundred meters away from City Lord Mu. It was really embarrassing for him to enter the city like a country bumpkin!

But he didn't know it yet, and while eating, he praised An Shuyao's breakfast was also good.

Yuan Yi brought more than 30 people here this time, and the long row was very spectacular.

Under the leadership of An Shuyao, they went to the wasteland, which was the first time Yuan Yi met An Shuyao.

He looked at a piece of green pepper, and then the soil was not fertile at all, he couldn't believe it: "You grow things in this kind of land?"

An Shuyao looked at him strangely: "My land has been improved by me, it's alright, if it's not going to snow again, I can continue to plant."

Yuan Yi was a little surprised: "Your place is so magical? It's hard to see a piece of greenery in Anzhou in winter, but your place is unique."

An Shuyao raised her eyebrows triumphantly: "That's right, I don't care whose seeds are given, no matter how barren or barren the land is, I can turn that land into fertile land, do you believe it or not?"

Yuan Yi rolled his eyes when he heard the words, and said with a sly smile: "The land in Qingfengzhai has been cleared, and the forest has also become unowned. Are you interested in taking it?"

(End of this chapter)