Young Master Hong Ye supported the handrail and whispered softly: "You listen to the gurgling water, look at it, will you remember some?"
Yuan Qingling looked over subconsciously and saw that two small waterfalls in the rockery group rolled down and flowed into the lake, shattering the sunlight and broken gold on the lake surface. Pieces of broken gold seemed to carry some fragments, surging in a whirling gesture. Into her eyes, and then into the mind to stir the whirlpool.
Yuan Qingling closed her eyes and tried to search for those 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, even if there is, it is the original master Yuan Qingling.
However, many of the long-lasting memories of the original owner remain in his mind are blurred. Not to mention that it is her. I am afraid that the original owner is still alive, and may not fully remember everything he has experienced or everyone he has encountered.
"You don't remember the days of Duanzhou." His voice was cold, with penetrating power, and suddenly wiped out the fragments of her concentration.
She opened her eyes and looked at the fragmentation of his eyes, "You... Do I know you?"
There was nothing in his eyes, and Ruyan was calm again, and he said indifferently: "I don't know, everything was just nonsense at the time. I'll go first and don't disturb the princess."
After speaking, he took a step back, his face was silent, and bowed down. When he raised his head again, he didn't even look at Yuan Qingling, so he turned around.
The red robe was raised and swept across Yuan Qingling's face. It was the cold of the late autumn cold wind, which made Yuan Qingling's heart inexplicably sorrowful.
Hong Ye Gongzi's figure was drowned in a piece of pale yellow, and the red that reflected in the bottom of her eyes slowly faded away. When she turned her head, she saw Man'er sitting on the ground and napping.
"Man'er!" She yelled.
Man'er suddenly woke up, raised her head, her eyes were blank, "Maid slave...Why did the slave servant 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 fall asleep after following her
"No, the servants are not tired!" Man'er rubbed his eyes, but couldn't help but yawned, "It's strange, why are you so sleepy?"
"I didn't sleep well last night?" Yuan Qingling watched her eyes were not covered with red blood and there were no bruises, but she looked depressed.
"Last night it was sister Qiluo who was on the night, and the servant girl fell asleep very early." Man'er was a little apprehensive, "The servant girl did not deliberately be lazy, the prince concubine forgive me."
"I don't want to blame you, it's just that you... rarely do this. Go back and have a rest. You don't have to wait for tonight." Yuan Qingling said.
Man'er shook his head, "No, the maidservant is now much more energetic, and the maidservant will send the crown prince back to Xiaoyue Pavilion."
Yuan Qingling turned his head to look at the rockery and flowing water, and thought for a while, "No, let me go back to Jinghou Mansion."
The old lady knows most about the original owner.
"Go back now?" Man'er was surprised.
"Yes, I will go back now." Yuan Qingling finished speaking, turned around and strode up the arch bridge to the courtyard.
Back to Jinghou Mansion, it was already dusk, the old lady was very happy to see her back, and left her to eat in the mansion.
Seeing the joy on the old lady's face, Yuan Qingling felt a little guilty in her heart. These days he was so busy that she didn't have time to come back to see her old man, so she should go down and say that she would stay in the house for dinner.
Brother Yuan's family is now working as a errand in the DPRK, leaving early and returning late, so dinner is for the grandson and grandson.
The old lady was not very healthy and ate very lightly, but when Yuan Qingling came back, the old lady asked people to prepare two more meat dishes and a soup.
She looked at Yuan Qingling's face, and said distressedly: "Look at you, you are a lot thinner, so you need to be healthy."
Yuan Qingling smiled and said, "Okay, I see, I have three bowls of rice tonight."
"It's not good to eat too much, you have to have three balanced meals, raise it, look good, and then give birth to a daughter for the prince." The old lady looked forward to it.
When Yuan Qing heard this, she waved her hand immediately, "No, grandmother, the prince and I have decided not to have anymore. The third son is hard enough to take, and I can't bear another one."
"I don't want you to take it. Someone will take it for you when you are born. It's not up to you to decide whether you are born or not. God decides. You are a prince and concubine. Is it possible that you always use the soup?" The old lady said like this. He looked at her again, "You have been born for more than a year, why don't you have any news about your belly? Wouldn't you really drink the soup?"
Yuan Qingling coughed, "This... No, like you said, God is not willing to give it."
"Is the prince not in good health? He is busy all day long, but he can't delay the things in the house. He has to be reminded. If he has a son, he has to have a daughter. It is a blessing to have both children."
"Go, go," Yuan Qing hurriedly stopped her, "I will go back and discuss it with him."
The old lady gave her a blank look, "What are you discussing with him? You have to discuss with the imperial doctor, and let the imperial doctor prescribe a prescription. You two are not very healthy. You have to take care of her first. It is best to be pregnant this year. Now it’s late autumn, after the cold winter and then the spring, the child will be born in the midsummer, and it’s great to be confined at that time and not eat wind."
Yuan Qingling was waiting for Tang Shui eagerly, "Grandma, drink the soup, don't talk, I have something to ask you after drinking the soup."
Seeing her granddaughter's face, the old lady drank the soup seriously. After drinking it, she asked someone to evacuate, and asked, "What do you want to ask?"
Yuan Qingling sat beside her and asked seriously: "Did I ever live in Beijing when I was a child?"
The old lady laughed, "Have you ever lived away from Beijing, don't you know? You have to ask me this old fool."
Yuan Qingling knocked his head and said in annoyance: "Since I gave birth to a child, this memory is not as good as day after day. It seems that I remember living away from Beijing for a while, right?"
"Yes, when you were eight years old, you lived in Duanzhou with your old age for a few months."
The old lady was born as a county head. Her father was named Duanzhou County King. The old county king Yu Yuanqing passed away when he was eight years old, and the old lady took her back to Duanzhou.
Yuan Qingling's heart sank, she actually lived in Duanzhou, "Then do I have a good friend in Duanzhou?"
The old lady squinted her eyes and thought for a while, "At the time in Duanzhou, there were more children, and you played better with everyone."
"Is there a child seven or eight years older than me... Not a child anymore, he is a big child anyway, he is very beautiful, he plays better with me, is there?"
The old lady looked at her, "Ask what these do? Do you miss Duanzhou's cousin?"
"No," Yuan Qingling was holding a cup of tea, her fingertips whitish slightly, "I dreamed one night that a brother seven or eight years older than me was playing with me. I also called him Brother Hongye..."
"Brother Hongye?" The old lady thought for a while, her eyes a little suspicious, "You are mostly playing with cousins of the same age in Duanzhou, even if you are a little older, there is no Hongye called."
"Or maybe it wasn't called Hongye back then, but I don't remember what it was called." Yuan Qingling was a little discouraged. In fact, it is impossible to ask such questions. After all, grandma experienced the pain of bereavement at that time, so naturally she didn't have the time Pay attention to who the children play better with.