Chapter 734 (1/2)

Zheng Zhongwen didn't leave him. He kept thinking about Qi Rongyue, but he couldn't remember. He didn't know what she looked like or whether she was the one who stabbed him with a knife.

The next day, after learning that Zheng Zhongwen woke up in the morning, min Heng arrived at the state government.

”The king of Jin is coming. If you have a long way to go, please take your seat.” Min Heng, the Duke of Zheng, was courteous.

Min Hengzhi said with a smile, ”you don't have to be polite, Duke Zheng. I'm here today to see Zhongwen. I heard that he woke up?”

The Duke of Zheng nodded and sighed, ”I wake up, but I can't recognize anyone. I don't remember who he is. I really don't know what to do.”

After minhengzhi fought back to the dynasty, he searched ancient books in the library of Forbidden Palace and found several records about jiaozhu, which mentioned this situation. Human beings use jiaozhu to die and come back to life. Jiaozhu and its broken heart are integrated and the body is reborn. But those memories in the heart are also broken with the breaking of the heart.

In this case, he expected.

Min Heng said: ”although it's a pity, it's not necessarily a bad thing.”

The Duke of Zheng did not understand: ”what does the king of Jin mean?”

Min Hengzhi said: ”now Rongyue stays in Zhou Dynasty to marry Zhou an. If Zhongwen still has memories, how can he accept it? The soluble moon is a treaty of Amity for the sake of hundred years of diplomatic relations between the Chu and Zhou dynasties. How can it be broken? You know the consequences better than anyone else. ”

Zheng Guogong said: ”but Zhongwen will remember sooner or later. At that time, what should happen will happen. It can't be avoided.”

Min Hengzhi shook his head: ”maybe not, even if there is such a day, I believe that Zhongwen has started a new life and will take the overall situation into consideration.”

When Zheng Guogong thought about it carefully, he thought it was very reasonable, so he nodded and said, ”it's reasonable. Maybe it's not a bad thing. Let's say it later.”

Min Hengzhi goes to Zheng Zhongwen's room, and Zheng Zhongwen is still sitting at the table, dazed. On the table is a picture that has just been painted. The woman in the picture holds a sharp edge in her hand, and her beautiful eyebrows are tightly wrinkled, as if she is going to kill someone.