Quick Wear: The Beautiful Cannon Fodder Female Supporting Character Loses Her Memory

Chapter 794 I Won’t Save You This Time (37)

When the person got closer, Daliang Song realized that the "self" in front of him looked very strange.

The robes of the young Liang Song had lost their original color and were stained with stains, as if they had not been washed for a long time.

Her hair was even more messy, tied into wisps, and the thing used to tie her hair was no longer a crown as before. Instead, a wooden hairpin with a broken corner was inserted diagonally in her hair.

The whole person exudes an aura of decadence.

Liang Song, a young man with empty eyes, had no expression on his face, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him.

When Daliang Song saw this situation, he couldn't help feeling confused.

What exactly happened in the past decade?

The me in my memory should definitely not be like this.

When he was in his twenties, he had already established a firm foothold in Los Angeles and used it as a base to develop his own power.

At that time, he was full of vigor and vitality, and was able to make plans. Not long after, he ascended to the throne of crown prince.

But the young man in front of him, Liang Song, looked like a completely abandoned madman. As the only heir of the late emperor, he should definitely not be treated like this.

While Daliang Song was thinking hard, the young Liang Song had already wolfed down the food in front of him.

He carelessly wiped his clothes with his greasy hands, leaving dirty streaks behind.

The movement was numb and mechanical. It was obvious that he was used to this way of eating and didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

However, such days did not last long.

Because a month later, someone sent a pot of "wine" - even the pot that contained the wine was the same as the one seen that year.

But even though he already knew what was in the jug, the young Liang Song still picked up the jug and drank it down without any hesitation.

His movements were quick and decisive, as if he had anticipated this moment and even felt a sense of relief.

The wine flowed down the corners of his mouth and dripped onto his already dirty collar, forming deep and shallow marks.

Just like his more than twenty years of life, in the end only these mottled stains were left.

That night, the body of the young man Liang Song was carried out of the dark house.

In the mourning hall, his title was changed back to "King Yan".

This title, which was once changed, has now become the end of his life.

Daliang Song stood in front of the mourning hall. The cold and deserted atmosphere made him feel a piercing chill.

There were no mourners, no cries of grief, and even the person keeping vigil was just a young eunuch who had just entered the palace not long ago.

The flickering candlelight, shining on the coffin, looked particularly desolate.

At this moment, Liang Song seemed to suddenly understand something.

What he sees now should be his original life - if Xiao Qiluo had not appeared, without her company and support, he would have been destined to end like this.

Lonely, crazy, imprisoned in a dark room, until people who disliked him wanted to kill him.

The crown prince, who had already inherited the throne, showed the young Liang Song a final kindness - restoring his title of King "Yan" after his death.

But this so-called "kindness" is nothing more than the ultimate mockery of his life.

The scenes in the dream began to gradually dissipate; the mourning hall, the coffin, the candlelight, everything turned into nothingness.

In the end, the only people left in Daliangsong's dream were himself and the soul that slowly floated out of the coffin.

The soul of the young Liang Song was suspended in mid-air, his face was as pale as paper, with a creepy smile hanging at the corner of his mouth.

His voice was low and hoarse, as if it came from the depths of hell: "See? This is the life you were supposed to experience. From the moment you were born, you were a mistake.

Being bullied, being despised, living like a joke. If someone hadn't changed your fate, you would have been like me, drinking the madness-inducing drug, being imprisoned to death in that dark place!"

After a pause, the young Liang Song continued, "Perhaps the only value of your existence is to let your mother live a few more years, otherwise she would have died the year she climbed out the window.

The daughter of a criminal, a slave of an official, even worse than an ordinary citizen, yet she still dreams of ascending to heaven overnight. It's a joke! You and I are both a joke."

Having said this, the young Liang Song's laughter became even louder, echoing in the empty dreamland, carrying with it endless ridicule and sadness.

Daliang Song stood where he was.

He stared blankly at the soul that was exactly like his own. The feeling of despair made him feel like he was suffocating in an instant.

But what made him despair the most was the last few words of the young Liang Song: "Since you have failed the person who changed your name, your fate will still follow the same trajectory.

I am you and you are me! You and I will face the same ending. "

As soon as he finished speaking, the figure of the young Liang Song's soul gradually faded away, and finally turned into a wisp of smoke and dissipated in the endless darkness.

The other person disappeared, but the feeling of suffocation still remained.

Daliangsong stood alone in his dream, clutching his chest, his breathing becoming more and more rapid, and finally he fainted in his dream.

"Hoo!" Liang Song suddenly woke up on the dragon bed and began to breathe heavily, "Someone... someone!"

"Your Majesty, you finally woke up!" Chang Xi's voice rang out beside the bed, "You have been unconscious for a day and a night. The imperial doctors used acupuncture and medicine to stabilize your pulse."

But Liang Song didn't care about these things at this time. He only asked, "Where is your master Fu Shun? How many days will it take to reach the capital?"

Coincidentally, Chang Xi had just received the news of the escort of the prisoners an hour ago, so he quickly replied: "We have already traveled most of the way. Since we are taking the waterway, the speed is very fast. We will reach the dock near the capital in about three days."

"Well! Pass the order down, have Fushun travel day and night and rush back as quickly as possible." Then Liang Song seemed to have thought of something and shouted, "Where is the secret guard?"

A figure immediately appeared. He knelt in front of Liang Song's bed and said, "Mi Wu is here!"

"Inform your leader and ask his men to protect Yan Caiyue well. I can use her." Liang Song always felt that Yan Caiyue should be Xiao Qiluo's backup.

On the other side, she sneezed for some reason. Chen Ang beside her said worriedly, "Although the temperature in Yucheng is warmer than in the north, it is very humid here. I will have someone send some leather materials in a few days so that you can make a cloak."

"You're wearing a fur cape in Yucheng, aren't you afraid of making people laugh to death?" Yan Caiyue disagreed with his point of view, "My nose was a little itchy just now, I didn't catch a cold."

"You should still be more careful. A common cold can kill people." Seeing that there was no one around, Chen Ang held Yan Caiyue's hand. "Look, how cold your hand is! And you're still being stubborn with me!"