Momiji Gongzi held on to the handrail and said softly: "You listen to those flowing waters, look at it, will you remember something?" ”

Yuan Qingling subconsciously looked over, only to see two small waterfalls in the rockery group rolling down, flowing into the lake, washing away the sunshine broken gold on the surface of the lake, and the pieces of broken gold seemed to carry some fragments, pouring into her eyes in a swirling manner, and then stirring up a whirlpool in her mind.

Yuan Qingling closed her eyes and tried to search for memories that did not belong to her, whether there was a trace of him left.

It is impossible for her to have any old friendship with Hongye, and even if she had, it would be the original owner Yuan Qingling.

However, many of the long-term memories left in the mind of the original owner are blurred, don't say it's her, I'm afraid that the original owner is still alive, and I may not fully remember everything I have experienced or everyone I have met.

"You don't remember the days of Duanzhou." His voice was cold and penetrating, and it wiped out the fragments of her concentration in one fell swoop.

She opened her eyes and looked at the shattered under his eyes, "You...... Do I know you? ”

There was nothing in his eyes anymore, he regained his calmness, and said lightly: "I don't know, everything is just me talking nonsense at that time, I'll go first, don't disturb the princess." ”

After speaking, he took a step back, his face was lonely, he bowed, and when he looked up again, he didn't look at Yuan Qingling, and turned around.

The red robe was raised and swept over Yuan Qingling's face, which was cold dyed with the cold wind of late autumn, which made Yuan Qingling's heart inexplicably sour.

The figure of the red leaf boy was drowned in a pale yellow, and the red reflected in the eyes slowly faded, and she turned around, only to see the barbarian sitting on the ground and napping.

"Barbarian!" She screamed.

The barbarian suddenly woke up, raised his head, and his eyes were blank, "Slave maid...... Why did the slave fall asleep? ”

"Are you tired?" Yuan Qingling looked at her, when she came out of the main hall, Man'er was walking with her, she was very vigilant, why did she follow her but suddenly fell asleep?

"No, the slave is not tired!" Man'er rubbed his eyes, but couldn't help yawning, "It's strange, why are you so sleepy?" ”

"Didn't sleep well last night?" Yuan Qingling looked at her eyes and was not full of red bloodshots, and there were no bruises under her eyes, but she looked unmotivated.

"Last night was Sister Qiluo's night, and the slave went to bed early." The barbarian was a little frightened, "The slave didn't mean to be lazy, the princess forgives her sins." ”

"I don't blame you, it's just you...... It's rare, go back and rest, you don't have to wait tonight. Yuan Qingling said.

Man'er shook his head, "No, the slave maid is much more energetic now, the slave maid will send the princess back to Xiaoyue Pavilion." ”

Yuan Qingling turned his head to look at the rockery and thought for a while, "No, you can go back to the Waiting Mansion with me." ”

The old lady knows the things of the original owner best.

"Go back now?" The brute was surprised.

"That's right, I'll go back now." After Yuan Qingling finished speaking, he turned around and strode up the arch bridge to the side of the courtyard.

When she returned to the Waiting House, it was already dusk, and the old lady was very happy to see her come back, so she left her to eat in the house.

Yuan Qingling saw the happiness on the old lady's face, and felt a little guilty in her heart, these days are busy, and she doesn't have time to come back to see her old man, so she should come down and say that she wants to stay in the house for dinner.

The elder brother of the Yuan family is now on an errand in the court, leaving early and returning late, so the dinner is for the grandparents and grandchildren.

The old lady was not in good health and ate very lightly, but when Yuan Qingling came back, the old lady asked someone to prepare two more meat dishes and a soup.

She looked at Yuan Qingling's face, and said distressedly: "Look at you, you've lost a lot of weight again, you have to give birth to a good child." ”

Yuan Qingling smiled: "Okay, I know, eat three bowls of rice tonight." ”

"It's not good to eat too much, you have to balance three meals, raise it, look good, and give birth to a daughter for the prince." The old lady looked forward to it.

When Yuan Qingling heard this, he immediately waved his hand, "No, grandmother, the prince and I have decided not to give birth, the three boys are difficult enough to bring, and it is unbearable to have another one." ”

"I don't want you to bring it, someone will naturally bring it for you when you are born, and it is not up to you to decide whether you are born in this life, it is up to God to decide, you are a prince and concubine, do you always need to go to the soup?" The old lady said this, and looked at her again, "You have been born for more than a year, why is there no news from your belly?" You don't really want to drink the soup, do you? ”

Yuan Qingling coughed, "This...... No, as you said, God is not willing to give it yet. ”

"Isn't the prince not in good health? He is busy all day long, but he can't delay the things in the room, he has to ask someone to remind him, if he has a son, he has to have another daughter, and it is a blessing to have both children and daughters. ”

"Okay, okay," Yuan Qingling hurriedly stopped her, "I'll go back and discuss it with him." ”

The old lady gave her a blank look, "What are you discussing with him?" I have to discuss with the imperial doctor, let the imperial doctor prescribe a prescription, both of you are not very good, you have to recuperate first, it is best to be able to conceive this year, now in late autumn, after the cold winter and then in the spring, in the middle of summer, the confinement does not eat the wind, how good. ”

Yuan Qingling served the soup attentively beside him, "Grandmother, you just drink the soup, don't talk, I have something to ask you after drinking the soup." ”

When the old lady saw her granddaughter's serious face, she drank the soup seriously, and after drinking it, she asked someone to leave, and asked, "What do you want to ask?" ”

Yuan Qingling sat beside her and asked seriously, "Have I ever left Beijing to live when I was a child?" ”

The old lady laughed, "Have you ever left Beijing to live, don't you know yourself?" You'll have to ask me about this old fool. ”

Yuan Qingling knocked on his head and said with annoyance: "Since I gave birth to a child, this memory is not as good as day by day, it seems that I remember that I lived in Beijing for a while, isn't it?" ”

"Yes, when you were eight years old, you lived in Duanzhou with your old man for a few months."

The old lady was born as the county lord, her father was named the king of Duanzhou County, the old county king Yu Yuanqing Ling died when he was eight years old, and the old lady took her back to Duanzhou.

Yuan Qingling's heart sank, and he really lived in Duanzhou, "Then do I have a good friend in Duanzhou?" ”

The old lady squinted her eyes and thought for a while, "At that time in Duanzhou, there were more children, and you played better with everyone." ”

"Is there a child who is seven or eight years older than me...... It's not a child anymore, it's a big kid anyway, he's very beautiful, he plays better with me, is there? ”

The old lady looked at her, "What are you asking about?" Do you miss your cousin in Duanzhou? ”

"No," Yuan Qingling held a cup of tea, his fingertips slightly white, "I dreamed one night that an older brother who was seven or eight years older than me was playing with me, and I called him Brother Hongye ......"

"Brother Momiji?" The old lady thought for a while, and her eyes were a little suspicious, "Most of you are playing with cousins of the same age in Duanzhou, even if you are a little older, and none of them are called Hongye." ”

"Maybe it wasn't called Momiji at that time, but I don't remember what it was called." Yuan Qingling was a little discouraged, in fact, it was really impossible to ask such a question, after all, grandma was experiencing the pain of losing her father at that time, so she naturally didn't have the time to pay attention to who the child played better with.