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"Brother Ming, Brother Ming, do you think this looks good or this looks good?" Tang Rou'er held a hairpin in one hand and looked at Tang Ming with glowing eyes.

"Why do you ask me such a thing?" Tang Ming didn't understand what was going on. He had to say that Tang Ming really didn't have a good opinion of these things.

No matter how beautiful they were, they were not as beautiful as swords. No one knew how a young lady would like these gaudy things.

"Because Brother Ming is good-looking. Things picked out by good-looking people must also be good-looking." Tang Rou'er replied matter-of-factly.

"What kind of nonsense is this?" Tang Ming didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Even an ugly person's choice doesn't mean he's ugly, right?"

"I don't care, I don't care. Big brother Ming, help me pick it." Tang Rou'er angrily tugged at Tang Ming's shirt: "Okay, okay."

"Good, good, good." Tang Ming was helpless against Tang Rou'Er. He looked at Tang Rou'er's blue and pink hairpin before choosing a pink one: "This one."

Tang Rou'er looked at the pink hairpin and smiled happily. "Actually, I like this one too, but my mother said that I'm already sixteen and I'm not allowed to wear such a pink and tender colour. She said that I'm like a child that hasn't grown up and I'll go tell my mother right now and see if she can stop me or not."

Before Tang Ming could react, Tang Rou'er's back figure jumped away and shook her head: "Isn't it just a child that hasn't grown up yet?"

"Young Master Ming, Young Master Ming."

Tang Ming turned his head and realized that it was a boy who often followed behind his father. He raised his eyebrows and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Sect Leader Chu is here. San Ye and Third Young Madam are calling for you." The attendant spoke up.

"Uncle is here?" Tang Ming frowned.

Actually, Tang Ming couldn't remember a lot of things the last time he woke up. Chu Junlan had to call a number of doctors to confirm that Tang Ming was brain-damaged and that a blood clot in his head had caused him to lose his memory.

During this time, Tang Ming had asked clearly, it turned out that his uncle Chu Junran had dragged him to the cliff face to practice his Qing Gong, and had accidentally injured him.

Although he couldn't remember a lot of things, when the attendant mentioned Sect Leader Chu, an image of his mother appeared in his mind, but it was always a lazy face.

"I'll be right there." Tang Ming said as he began to walk towards the reception area.

"Sister, sister, calm down, ah — —" A miserable scream came from the hall, and Tang Ming couldn't help but laugh.

Needless to say, it was his mother, who seemed so gentle and dainty to others, who put down her airs and ran after her uncle across the room.

Tang Ming took a deep breath and opened the door.

It was a mess, but Tang Ming ignored it, "Dad, Mom, have you called me here for something?"

When Chu Junlan heard Tang Ming's voice, she stopped moving. She straightened her hair and turned back to the gentle and demure Third Young Madam Tang, saying, "Ming'er is here. Hurry up and come over."

"Sister." Chu Jungran crawled out of a pile of wood. Before he could finish his sentence, he was stepped on by Chu Junlan again. Chu Jungran held Tang Ming's hand as if nothing had happened, "Are you feeling better?"

"Your son is fine." Tang Ming glanced at Tang Qing, who was sitting at the head of the table. He saw Tang Qing, who was elegantly tasting the tea and noticed Tang Ming's gaze. Tang Ming gave Tang Ming a smiling expression.

Like a fox.

"Girl, didn't I immediately come over to apologize? Do you have to be so fierce?" Chu Junran finally got up and rubbed the asphalt at the corner of his mouth, "It almost hurt your brother's pretty face."

"Shut up. If you weren't that unreliable, would you have suffered like this tomorrow?" As Chu Junlan spoke, her eyes filled with tears, she said, "I am just a child. If something were to happen to me, I …" I don't want to live anymore. "

Seeing that Chu Junlan was crying, Tang Qing quickly stepped forward, "Don't cry anymore, it's your fault, your fault, that's why you let Ming'er suffer, crying makes you lose your face."

The inhuman Chu Zhaoran, "..."

This was a bit too much. No matter what, he was Little Mingzi's blood uncle?

However, he swallowed his words as he looked at his beautiful sister.

He had been protecting his little sister from a young age, yet she was taken away by the big tailed wolf just like that.

At first, the Tang guy had solemnly vowed that he would take good care of Jun Lan, but in the end … Jun Lan hadn't been snatched away by anyone else because Tang Qing had acted as a thief himself. He'd taken his own sweet smelling little sister away with him.

How could he have believed in Tang Zheng?

This matter made Chu Jungran's heart ache even when he thought about it.

"Uncle, do you need to arrange a room for the two behind you?" Tang Ming looked at the two men who had followed Chu JunRan silently.

Since Chu Junran often visited the Tang Family's castle, the internal department of the castle reserved a room for him. The two disciples behind him were probably unprepared.

"Little Ming Zi, you forgot, they are the disciples of your Martial Uncle Gu Han." Chu JunRan looked strangely at Tang Ming.

"The doctor said there was a blood clot in his brain, causing him to lose his memory." Chu Junlan stared at him with bloodshot eyes.

Chu Junran frowned, "With how serious it is, should we let Xiaofeng take a look?"

"Do you think he's as free as you?" Chu Junlan unhappily opened her mouth and pulled Tang Ming along, "Come, Ming'er, let mother introduce you. These are two of Martial Uncle Gu Han's disciples. Do you still remember Martial Uncle Gu Han?"

Tang Ming nodded. "Is he the martial uncle that my parents and uncles grew up with?"

"Yes, that's him. This is Rolande, your senior martial uncle's eldest disciple. This is Luo Ling, the second disciple. Speaking of which, they are cousins." Chu Junlan patted Tang Ming's head.

Hearing his name being called, Luo Ling opened his mouth, revealing his canine teeth, "Hello, Senior Brother Tang."

Compared to Luo Ling, Luo Feng was a bit more composed. "Junior Brother Tang, Master told me that you're not doing so well, and specifically asked me to bring a Purple Ganoderma. Take it. Although the Tang Family Castle does not lack these, it is still very polite and affectionate."

"Look, look, look! I haven't seen you in such a long time and you're already so sweet to your mouth. You don't look like my junior brother Leng Ning at all. I don't know who you learned it from." Chu Junlan continued to mock her brother, "Not like your uncle-master." Chu Junlan signaled Tang Ming to accept it.

"Mrs. Tang, you're too kind." He was as pure and pure as a shy boy.

Tang Ming vaguely remembered that Rolande had once taught him swordplay, so he couldn't help but ask, "Did Brother Luo teach me swordsmanship?"

Luo Feng looked at Tang Ming in shock before nodding his head. "You were once in the Heavenly Cloud Sect when you were young."

Tang Ming nodded thoughtfully.