The sturdy little chef

Chapter 512 He is willing to start over

Between talking and whispering, she seemed to have truly regarded him as a passerby.

He not only hoped that she would remember the past, but also hoped that she would no longer remember it.

That night outside Yongle City, he wanted to cut off his arms to save Fanghua's life, but she did not care about herself and died with her enemy in her arms.

He knew that she was reluctant to part with his arms, but the moment she turned over into the sea, her heart must have been ashamed!
She thought that this made him and Fanghua perfect, but, as everyone knew, from now on, it was impossible for him and Fanghua.

Fanghua was kind to him, not to mention a pair of arms, even if he gave up his life, he would save her, but it had nothing to do with love!
Yes, he finally understood that his feelings for Fanghua had nothing to do with love!
Whether it's surviving in the cracks in the cold palace, or living a life in the turbulent waves under the fireworks outside the palace, he can make almost all the major decisions properly, except for his feelings for Fanghua, he miscalculated!
Perhaps, at that time, he didn't know what love was!
Perhaps, it wasn't until he got to know her that he understood what is love between a man and a woman, and what is love between a man and a woman.

If God would give him another chance, he would start over from scratch.

Sun Mo patted the horse forward, walked side by side with the fourth master, and said in a low voice, "Looking at her words and deeds, she and Xiaoyang should be the same person, but she doesn't know us, and she doesn't seem to be pretending."

Could it be amnesia?

Is there any good medicine in the world that can restore memory, Xiao Yang treats him like a stranger, his fragile little heart can't take it anymore!

Young Master Mo howled!
Fourth Master gave him a sideways look, "Ride your horse well!"

Surprised, what does it look like!Don't be surprised, beauty!

Dislike from the depths of the soul.

Mo Shao was warned for no reason, and even more aggrieved, he flattered his horse and went forward to find comfort.

"Brother Xi, brother Xi, what's delicious and fun in Dongxia?" Young Master Mo decided to make friends first.

Xilu turned her eyes, took a look at him, and said with a smile, "It's delicious and fun, there are plenty of them, young master can play for a few more days."

"Oh, really, there is time, but there is no one to accompany me. I wonder if the young master is free to take us around?" Mo Shao decided to thicken his skin.

"It's simple. I'm the teacher of the state. I'm afraid I don't have time. However, I can find two people to guide you, so that you can have a good time!" Xi Lu was very generous.

"That's it, then let's talk about it." Mo Shao hehe.

Who wants others, they only want her!

"Jingchengluo, where do you live?" Ning Jiu suddenly asked cheerfully.

There are so many dreams in the night, of course it's good to leave early.

Young Master Mo looked at Fourth Master, that's right, where should they live?

"I need to stay in an inn for the time being, Miss Lao can recommend an inn for us." The fourth master looked at Xilu with burning eyes, and said lightly.

Xilu was taken aback.

This handsome benefactor always speaks politely and cannot be shirked, with a great aura.

In fact, she is not very familiar with the Imperial City, but it is no problem to find an inn, so she said with a smile, "If that's the case, then come with me."

Today's sea festival, the imperial capital city was crowded with people, and it was not convenient to ride a horse. After entering the city, they all got off their horses and led the horses to walk forward slowly.

Xi Lu was walking, when suddenly a person bumped into her, and when she lowered her eyes, she realized that the purse at her waist was gone.

Raising his head suddenly, he saw a kid running around with his head in his arms.

Without saying a word, she jumped forward a few steps, raised her long legs, and slashed down towards his neck, knocking him to the ground with one kick.

The small pink-soled boots rolled over his neck, and he said coldly, "Hand over the purse."

(End of this chapter)