Chapter 45: Leng Ao Shuang

"Do you remember Du Yu, Ling'er?" Xie Mingyu suddenly asked Zhao Ling.

On this day, the two were checking the roster of students enrolled in the past two years in the Yushu Pavilion of the academy.

"The son of a foreigner? The one who disappeared a few months ago?" Zhao Ling thought for a while and replied. She remembered at that time, there was a Wuji soldier who died suddenly in the Tianxiang Tower in the capital who faked his identity as Du Yu.

Xie Mingyu nodded, "Exactly, but he came back bizarrely ten years ago, and it is said that he couldn't remember all of his disappearances in the past few months."

"Selective amnesia?" Zhao Ling asked, frowning. Seeing Xie Mingyu's blank face, she explained further. "Selective amnesia means that when a person receives a strong stimulus that makes him psychologically unbearable, he will choose to forget this page. Memory, this is a manifestation of people subconsciously protecting themselves."

Xie Mingyu is a well-known scholar, so he should be able to understand this explanation.

"So, during the period of disappearance, Du Yu must have encountered something terrible that happened to him, but what was it?" Xie Mingyu thought.

"Did cousin ever meet Du Yu these days?" Zhao Ling asked.

Xie Mingyu shook his head, "I wanted to visit Du Mansion, but I heard that Du Yu has been staying in the mansion since he came back and refused to see guests."

"Even if it was stimulated, it was a normal reaction to not want to see outsiders. But if things go on like this, it may affect his psychology. Mental illness is also a kind of sickness and needs to be treated as soon as possible."

Xie Mingyu had never heard of this kind of saying. He couldn't help but looked at Zhao Ling a little strangely, and said to her. "Sometimes I think, Ling'er, you know more than me. It seems that I have to reflect on whether you're still the 'can you afford the title of "Prince Mingyu'."

Zhao Ling was speechless, could she say that in some respects, she really knew better than Xie Mingyu?

At this time, they heard a report from one of the house servants. "Young Master, Miss Biao, a girl who claims to be Leng came to visit."

Surname was Leng? It should be Leng Aoshuang. There were only two days left before the third day of May, and she should be there too.

Zhao Ling saw that Xie Mingyu's face was calm, but a hint of joy flashed in his eyes. She was amused, and deliberately said jokingly. "Cousin, the beauty is here, do you want to prepare?"

Xie Mingyu glanced at her, smiled gently, and said, "Let's hurry up then."

At the entrance of the academy, Leng Aoshuang was dressed in white, fluttering and independent. Seeing Zhao Ling coming out, a smile appeared on Leng Ao Shuang's exquisite face, calling out. "Ling."

Zhao Ling smiled slightly. This was not the first time she saw Leng Aoshuang's smile, but she was still blinded by the flash of laughter.

Xie Mingyu also felt inner shock. He became famous as a teenager and had a literary talent. He didn't know how many boudoir girls' dreams were at the Bishan College, but for twenty years, he had devoted himself to studying and was indifferent to the love of men and women. Although he was gentle and polite to everyone, he was an absolute and ruthless person.

But on that day that he was taken captive to the Huayue Palace and met Leng Aoshuang, her beautiful face and cold eyes were deeply imprinted in his mind.

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When he was in Huayue Palace, she let him took some medicinal pills all day and fell into a drowsiness, causing Leng Xiangning to have nothing to do with him. She secretly sent someone to the inn to deliver a letter to tell Ling'er where he was. She fought for him to block Leng Xiangning's palm and was seriously injured.

All of this was unforgettable. The moment he saw her vomiting blood in front of him, he had decided that he Xie Mingyu would never disappoint the woman in front of him in this life.

It was just that after witnessing her sister's tragic experience, he wasn't sure she would open her heart again and believe in the so-called love in this world? He had no confidence, so he dared not act. He was afraid of scaring her away.

"Ao Shuang, you are finally here." Zhao Ling greeted her happily, and took Leng Aoshuang's hand. "Looking at your appearance covered in you must be on the road for days, tired."

Leng Aoshuang nodded her head, noticed Xie Mingyu on the side, a faint color flashed past her face, and then greeted him calmly. "Master Xie."

Xie Mingyu also replied gently and politely. "Girl Aoshuang."

After that, there was no more conversations.

Zhao Ling rolled her eyes secretly, and it seemed that the two of them were both bored. They were obviously interesting in each other but they both pretended to be unintentional. It was not a small amount of pressure to make the two of them together.

In front of the two dull gourds, Zhao Ling could barely use her lack of rich communication skills, enthusiastically inviting Leng Aoshuang to be a guest at Xie's Mansion, and took her to meet the Yu family.

Zhao Ling introduced Leng Ao Sheng to the Yu family that she was a heroine of the rivers and lakes, her friend, herself and Xie Mingyu were in danger on their way to Suzhou, but they were able to escape the danger thanks to her help. When she was working in Suzhou, she was invited by the way to be a guest at the mansion.

Seeing Leng Aoshuang's extraordinary temperament and beautiful appearance, Madame. Yu immediately thought of her eldest son.

In other words, Master Mingyu's lack of marriage really broke her heart of being a mother! Her eldest son was twenty eight years old this year. In the past ten years, she didn't know how many girls she had told him, but he was stunned by none of them, so she thought at one point whether her son was going to become a monk or not. It was a troubling thought.

Now she saw a girl that was unmarried, and she was thinking about marrying her and Xie Mingyu. But Yu Shi hesitated after learning about Leng Aoshuang's birthplace. The Xie family was a famous family, and Xie Mingyu was the long-term son of the long house. In the future, she would definitely inherit the family business.

How could she let an unaccompanied orphan from the rivers and lakes be the head mother of the Xie family? Thinking of this, Yu Shi could not help showing a somewhat pityful look.

Leng Aoshuang was such a clever person, she naturally guessed what Yu meant. She also knew that her identity was not worthy of Xie Mingyu, but despite this, she also had her self-esteem, so she said her goodbye to Yu Shi and Zhao Ling. When she saw Xie Mingyu who was waiting at the door, she didn't say hello to him but turned away with a cold face.

Seeing this, Xie Mingyu thought that Leng Aoshuang hated him, and watched her leave with sad eyes.

"Cousin, Ao Shuang might have misunderstood her." Although Zhao Ling explained it intentionally, Xie Mingyu reluctantly shook his head, and left with frustration.

Zhao Ling opened her mouth, wondering if he was troubled. It seemed that being a matchmaker was not that simple.

It didn't matter, let them calm down for a while and think clearly. After a few days, Mr. Misty's birthday banquet would be over, then we would talk to them. Zhao Ling felt that she was not such a nosy person.. She must have been bored by the leisurely days when the clothes came to stretch out their hands and open their mouths.

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