When I picked up Chen Feng who had lost his memory, he was covered in wounds, like a broken jade.
After five years of careful education, I taught him poetry, calligraphy, etiquette and music, and taught him martial arts and strategy.
On the night of his eighteenth birthday, he trapped me beside the couch with his drunken eyes: "Master, I don't want to learn to be a gentleman anymore."
I thought he was young and frivolous, and made him kneel in the ancestral hall all night.
Until the enemy troops pressed the border and the war burned to the mountain gate.
On the city tower, he was wearing black armor and his eyes were as cold as ice: "Hand over the murderer who poisoned the late empress, and you will avoid massacre of the city."
I looked up and saw what the cold blade was pointing at——
It's me standing there with a smile on my face.
It turned out that he had never forgotten the bowl of lotus seed soup in the Royal Garden ten years ago.
