Ji Fan lost his memory?

This is the conclusion that Rong Xuan came to after observing for a long time. He habitually tapped the palm of his hand with the scroll in his hand, quietly looked at the confused man on the bed, with an unknown smile on his lips, and asked half-truly, "Who am I? You are my family's little daughter-in-law I just bought, who do you think I am?"

After Rong Xuan spoke, without waiting for Ji Fan's answer, he slightly raised his eyebrows and said slowly, "Of course, I am your husband."

He was wearing a very ordinary white scholar's long gown, his hair was tied with sapphire, and his figure was tall and straight, looking unique in this era when everyone bowed their heads to survive. Every time his pair of eyes come into contact with others, they are ambiguous as if they are flirting, but one can't see through the depths.

Ji Fan heard the words and tried hard to think back, only to feel a splitting headache. He forced himself to sit up from the bed, but suddenly found himself wrapped in gauze, and asked slowly, "...What's wrong with me?"

In the original book, Ji Fan caused the royal family of the Zhou Kingdom to fall apart with only one person's power, which shows that his scheming brain is deep. Even if he lost his memory today, it might not be so easy to deceive him.

Rong Xuan met his dark eyes, and said concisely: "You fell from the mountain and were picked up by the kidnapper."

Ji Fan paused when he heard the words, a strand of black hair slipped quietly from his shoulders, and a look of confusion flashed in his eyes: "Kidnapper?"

Rong Xuan snorted, and said maliciously: "It's the cripple at the entrance of the village who solicits customers for the brothel. He wanted to sell you to the brothel, but I bought you back with ten taels of silver."

Ji Fan didn't expect that Rong Xuan would buy him. When he heard the word 'brothel', his face turned ugly for a moment.

Rong Xuan is used to bluffing people, and seeing this, he became addicted to acting. He raised his hand and twirled a strand of hair in front of him, twisted it lightly around his fingertips twice, and said in a low voice, "But don't worry, since I bought you back, I will treat you well."

Ji Fan didn't know how to answer when he heard the words, his mind went blank, and he couldn't think of anything.

He saw that Rong Xuanqing's eyebrows and eyes were handsome, and he really had a rare good appearance. The corners of the lips seemed to be hooked but not. Although there was a sense of romance, it did not look like a vicious person. Although it was difficult to accept his identity for a while, he didn't have too much resistance in his heart.

Ji Fan stared at Rong Xuan, hesitated and said, "I..."

He pursed his lips: "Are you really... my husband?"

Rong Xuan closed his eyes and nodded: "Naturally."

–No.

Rong Xuan didn't feel guilty at all when he lied to others. He needed to study carefully how to reduce Ji Fan's blackness. But before that, he must have a reasonable reason for Ji Fan to stay.

For the mission, but also to save the other party.

This episode of falling off a cliff actually appeared in the original work. In the Battle of Changling that year, although Zhou Kingdom narrowly defeated Yan Kingdom, they also lost several generals. Dong Linhou's only son was killed in that battle, and was beheaded by Han Xiaoyun, the army general of Yan Kingdom.

Later, the Kingdom of Yan handed over the letter of agreement and alliance, but the Marquis of Dong held a grudge and strongly opposed it. However, the Emperor of Zhou really couldn't stand the war of attrition. So, the emperor rewarded some gold, silver and beauties to appease his pain of losing his son, and there was nothing more to say after that.

This assassination was controlled by Dong Linhou. If Ji Fan died in the territory of Zhou Kingdom for no reason, even if Yan Kindom didn't want to go to war, they would take their Prince's face into consideration and send a question, which would cause disputes between the two countries.

In short, there are now two groups of people looking for Ji Fan's whereabouts. One was sent by the Emperor, and the other was sent by the Marquis of Dong.

According to the plot of the original book, the people of Dong Linhou will find Ji Fan first and will attempt to assassinate him. Xuan Yuanqing, the general who protects the country, was ordered by the Holy Majesty to search for the whereabouts of Prince Yan, and arrived just in time to save Ji Fan's life, and successfully laid a solid foundation for Ji Fan to fall in love with him in the future.

Tsk, bloody love triangle. 

Rong Xuan looked at Ji Fan again, thinking that this person has lost his memory and is seriously injured, so if he returns to the Capital, he will be slaughtered by others. What a beauty, it's a pity to die, let's talk about it after his memory recovers.

Rong Xuan gently lifted Ji Fan's chin with the scroll in his hand, and said jokingly: "I bought you with all my wealth, so don't run away easily, otherwise your husband will suffer a lot…"

Ji Fan conditioned his head to avoid it, and slowly raised his eyes to look at Rong Xuan, his gaze was like a poisonous needle shining coldly. Obviously it is the good and has a jade appearance, but it is because of the sharpness of his eyes, he appears very firerce.

It is an evil spirit who has fallen into hell, not the Buddha who saved the world.

And it all comes from instinct.

Rong Xuan was stunned for a moment because of this look, almost thinking that Ji Fan had recovered his memory. But after thinking about it, it was probably because the other party was naturally wary.

He smiled and finally stopped teasing Ji Fan. He thought to himself, what a hot temper, he had never seen such a fierce person: "Sit down first, I'll get you something to eat."

After Rong Xuan put the scroll in his hand aside, he got up and went outside.

Ji Fan watched his leaving back, forced himself to get up and got out of bed, and walked to the door while leaning on the wall. But Rong Xuan was talking in a low voice with a dignified and beautiful lady outside the courtyard, and the voice came intermittently:

"Mother, he's awake..."

"It's good that he woke up, do he remember anything?"

"I'm afraid he doesn't remember."

"Then you take care of him. I remember that there is a silver hairpin in the box. Pawn it in the town tomorrow. Find a doctor to take a look for him. Your father will be executed soon, so let's accumulate some good karma... "

Rong Xuan responded, then got up and went to the kitchen. Seeing this, Ji Fan was silent for a moment, turned around and slowly returned to the bed while clutching his wound.

When Rong Xuan came in with a porridge bowl, he saw Ji Fan lowered his eyes, wondering what he was thinking. He stirred the porridge in the bowl with a spoon, and sat down beside the bed: "Drink some porridge first, I will take you to the town to see a doctor tomorrow."

This thatched cottage is extremely dilapidated, and the people who live in it are naturally not rich. Hearing the words, Ji Fan raised his eyes to look at Rong Xuan, endured the cough in his heart, and asked in a hoarse voice: "Why did you save me..."

Rong Xuan smiled: "My mother believes in Buddhism, so she doesn't want to see people suffer. Besides, places like brothels are no different from fire pits. I can't just watch you jump into it."

After he finished speaking, he blew on the porridge, and handed the spoon to Ji Fan's mouth: "Drink."

Ji Fan's injury has not yet healed, and he may not even be able to hold the bowl steadily. Seeing this, he pursed his lips, remained silent for a moment, then lowered his eyes and drank the spoonful of porridge. The eyelashes cast a shadow under the eyes, like the wings of a butterfly.

One fed the others, while the other ate. Before they knew it, a bowl of porridge was bottomed out.

Rong Xuan looked at the bottom of the empty bowl, and was about to give the bowl away, but suddenly heard Ji Fan say: "I will return the money to you."

Rong Xuan became interested when he heard the words: "Repay it? How do you pay it back?"

Ji Fan looked up at him. The long black hair slipped quietly from the shoulders, inexplicably bringing out a bit of charm. With a pointed chin, sickly but not to be underestimated: "What do you want?"

Rong Xuan leaned slightly: "The grace of saving life is a promise with your body, don't you know?"

Ji Fan was taken aback.

But Rong Xuan chuckled suddenly: "Forget it, I was joking with you. If there is a purpose in saving people, then it's not called saving people, it's a transaction."

He finished speaking, took the bowl, got up and went out the door.

Rong's mother suffers from eye disease, and her vision is always intermittent. It’s okay during the day, but at night, she can’t see anything, some things can only be left to Rong Xuan——

For example chopping firewood to boil water.

Rong Xuan grew up in the countryside, and his relatives often asked him to work, such as chopping firewood, which is barely a job. However, the ancient knives and axes are too blunt, and it is difficult to use them vigorously.

"Trouble."

Rong Xuan rolled up his sleeves and threw a few pieces of firewood into the stove, thinking about his fate. When someone else travels through time, they are either the rich man or the husband of the rich man. How come his treatment plummets when it is his turn?

The system also felt that he was a bit miserable:【You have worked hard.】

Rong Xuan: "It's not hard work, life is hard."

system:【……】

Ji Fan wanted to take a shower and scrub. Seeing that the water was almost boiled, Rong Xuan brought a bucket of hot water into the room, and then poured it into the bathtub in the middle.

He tried the temperature of the water with his hands, and seeing that it was not enough, he brought in two more buckets, and then said to Ji Fan, "Wash, try to see if it's hot."

Ji Fan has been bedridden for many days, and the wounds on his body have scabbed over, leaving only internal injuries, so it should be fine to take a bath. He got up from the bed, put his hand into the tub, and was about to say that the water temperature was right, but when he turned around, he saw Rong Xuan sitting directly behind the desk, slouching into the back of the chair, without the slightest intention of going out.

The location of the hut is small, so Rong's mother can only place a wooden table next to the bed for Rong Xuan so he could read on weekdays. Although they were penniless, they brought a lot of bags along the way to the central.

There are two camphor wood boxes piled up in the corner, which are full of rare ancient books, which are worth tens of thousands of gold if sold on the market. However, most of them are family heirloom sword books, so they should not be easily shown to others. Mother Rong would rather pawn all her jewelry than sell those books.

Under her supervision, Rong Xuan has to read books and practice swords every day, and he can't slack off even a single moment.

Seeing this, Ji Fan couldn't help but pause as he undressed: "Aren't you going out?"

Rong Xuan was flipping through the 'Zhou Law' that he hadn't finished reading yesterday. Hearing this, he looked away from the book, raised his eyes to look at Ji Fan, and asked lazily, "You are my husband, what else that I can't see?"

Rong Xuan just didn't want to move. He is only interested in a pretty face, not in the body. After all, Ger's physical appearance looks no different from that of ordinary men. Ji Fan fell into a coma these days, and even the wound was bandaged by him. He has already seen what should be seen and what should not be seen.

Ji Fan was taken aback when he heard the words, and then realized that he was bought by Rong Xuan to be his family's daughter-in-law. Don't talk about taking a bath by himself, even sharing the same bed is reasonable.

Seeing that Ji Fan was not moving, Rong Xuan curled his lips imperceptibly, hiding a bit of intentional teasing: "What are you doing in a daze, why don't you take it off?"

Because of his words, the room suddenly fell into silence.

There is a candle on the corner of the table. A warm halo shrouded Rong Xuan's side face and shoulders, making him look gentle and elegant, a true gentleman. It's just that his casual and playful look has nothing to do with the word 'gentleman'.

There was a rustling sound of cloth falling to the ground. He saw Ji Fan raised his hand to untie his belt, and quietly took off his clothes, exposing his strong and slender body to the air. The black hair slipped from the shoulders, covering the two spots of vermilion on his chest.

His eyes were downcast, he didn't look at Rong Xuan, and stepped into the bathtub without changing his expression. That wonderful body was gradually submerged in hot water, and his hair floated on the water surface, adding a third of his demonic aura.

Only then did Ji Fan finally look up at Rong Xuan. His pale complexion was stained with rouge due to the rising heat, and his dark eyes were naturally long and narrow. Even if he did nothing, it was like a hook, trying to snatch people's souls away.

However, the man sitting behind the desk had already read the book, staring at the densely packed pages of the law and silently recited it. It seems that the ink characters on it are more attractive than the lively beauty in front of him.

There is true enlightenment in the book. No beauty can surpass it.

Rong Xuan is trying to find a way to get rich overnight from this "Law of the Week".

Ji Fan was originally worried that the other party would be frivolous, but he did not expect that he would only remain silent. He stared at Rong Xuan for a while, seeing that the other party hadn't made any movement, he lowered his head and gently wiped his body. The sound of water could be heard softly in the room, which made people daydream.

Ji Fan felt that the atmosphere where no one was talking was a bit weird, so he took the initiative to ask, "What book are you reading?"

Rong Xuan lightly turned a page: ""Zhou Law."

There is a saying that human beings control nature, and law controls human beings. If you want to understand a world, it is best to start with legal provisions, so that you can see what loopholes you can exploit.

Ji Fan: "Why don't you read scriptures and history books?"

Rong Xuan: "I don't want to read it." 

I can't understand it either.

Ji Fan: "The woman outside is your mother?"

Inexplicably, Rong Xuan felt that Ji Fan looked like someone checking household registration, so he glanced at him: "Yes."

As they asked and answered, the water in the tub gradually lost its temperature. Ji Fan held on to the edge of the bucket and tried to stand up with difficulty, but with a little effort, the wound was grazed, and all the blood on his face disappeared. He gritted his teeth silently, ready to gather his strength again, but suddenly there was a hand with distinct joints in front of him, and then Rong Xuan's familiar voice sounded above his head: "Why didn't you call me?"

He didn't know when Rong Xuan abandoned the book and came over. He stretched out his hand to Ji Fan with a half smile and said, "May I help you?"

He is happy to serve the beauty.

The status of Ger in this era is not necessarily high. Although they can conceive children, their fertility rate is not high. Even because of their strong body, they are not as weak as a woman, so they will be beaten and scolded by their husband at every turn, and become a target of anger.

It's rare to see someone as gentle as Rong Xuan.

Seeing this, Ji Fan moved his fingertips lightly, and took his hand slowly, but the next second, the other party leaned over and hugged him from the water. The sound of water splashed, not only wet the clothes, but also wet the ground.

"There are clean clothes on the bed, do you change them yourself or should I change them for you?"

Ji Fan was ger after all, he tried his best to ignore Rong Xuan's burning chest, put his hands in front of him, and shook his head: "I will change it myself."

Rong Xuan didn't refuse when he heard the words, remembering that the medicine was still boiling in the stove, he hugged him to the bedside, and turned around and went out after putting him down.

Ji Fan saw a set of clean clothes on the bed, guessed it belonged to Rong Xuan, so he brought them over and changed them himself. It didn't take long for Rong Xuan to walk in with a porcelain bowl, which was filled with pitch-black concoction and was still steaming.

"Drink it, it was a medicine prescribed by the doctor in the village."

Rong Xuan was always skeptical of that barefoot doctor, and he didn't know whether this bowl of pitch-black medicine could cure diseases, but let's treat a dead horse as a living horse.

Ji Fan took a sip, frowned subconsciously, and even a little cinnabar mole in the middle of his brow became slender and sharp, and said in a low voice, "It's so bitter..."

Rong Xuan was stunned for a moment when he heard the words: "Bitter?"

In the original book, Ji Fan's right arm was cut off by Xuanyuan Qing's sword, and he didn't say a word, but now he would cry out for a bowl of bitter medicine? Or is it because of amnesia that he revealed his true nature?

Rong Xuan looked at the brown medicinal juice in the bowl, and thought that there was really no way, the traditional Chinese medicine was very bitter. He took out an oiled paper bag from his sleeve, which contained a few slices of preserved apricots, which he bought when he went to the town to inquire about Rong Zhengqing's verdict.

Rong Xuan fed Ji Fan a small piece of preserved apricot, which tasted sour and sweet, and it quickly overwhelmed the bitterness of the traditional Chinese medicine: "There is nothing you can do about it, you have to drink it. How about this, take a sip of the medicine, and I will give you a piece of dried fruit to eat?"

This is his little snack.

For some reason, Ji Fan stared at Rong Xuan quietly for a moment, then nodded silently. He took a mouthful of medicine, a mouthful of preserved apricot, and finally finished the bowl of medicine, and said to himself: "You are probably the first person to take care of me like this..."

Rong Xuan paused when he heard the words, almost thinking that he had recovered his memory: "Why do you say that?"

Ji Fan said, "It's just a feeling..."

"It is said that even if people lose their memory, they will remember the things they care about the most, but I don't remember anything, which shows that I have nothing to worry about..."

He didn't remember the snowstorm in Yan, nor the turbulence of Zhou's royal family. He only remembers the loneliness that accompanied him like a shadow, even if he lost his memory, he never gave up, as if he have been living like this for decades.

When Rong Xuan heard the words, he didn't know what to say for a while, and thought, could this be ger's sixth sense? Pretty accurate. He walked to the desk and took a sip of water from his teacup, ready to continue reading, when a strange and hesitant voice suddenly sounded in his ear: "Husband..."

"Puff--!"

Rong Xuan spit out a mouthful of tea, covered his mouth and kept coughing, and looked up at Ji Fan who was on the bed in surprise: "You...cough cough cough...what did you call me just now?"

Ji Fan unconsciously clutched his knees, not understanding why Rongxuan's reaction was so strong, he hesitated and said, "Husband...?"

Didn't Rong Xuan say it himself, he is the daughter-in-law he bought.

When Rong Xuan heard the words, he coughed even worse. He reluctantly waved his hand vigorously, "No...no...you can just call me by my name..."

He is an unmarriageist. Just teasing, not responsible.

Seeing that Rong Xuan didn't seem to like this title, Ji Fan looked away in embarrassment: "But you didn't tell me your name."

Rong Xuan was finally relieved, and shook the pages of the book that were accidentally sprayed wet just now: "Rong Xuan, just call me Rong Xuan."

"Rong Xuan...?"

When Ji Fan heard the words, he muttered in a low voice, chewing in his heart repeatedly, not knowing what it meant.