In the blink of an eye, it was Ling Xiao's birthday.
Ling Xiao is the prince, the grandson of the great general, and his birthday is 20 years old. According to the rules, this year's birthday should be a big one.
But now Dai Viet and Northern Zhou are on the verge of war. If Ling Xiao celebrates his birthday happily at this time, it will be very easy for others to catch him. After everyone discussed, they decided to celebrate Ling Xiao's birthday in the mansion.
Although the situation forced them to be restrained and it was not possible to hold the ceremony as grandly as planned, Shen Chengzhou and Ling Shen still put their heart into it.
On the birthday, many friends came to visit.
“Wanwan!”
An Yi pulled Tan Jiao in, and when she saw Ling Qingwan, she was so excited that she greeted her immediately.
Those who knew would have known that An Yi had just come two days ago, while those who didn’t would have thought that she hadn’t seen Ling Qingwan for several years.
Tan Jiao no longer rejected Ling Qingwan as before, and after a few interactions, she was willing to talk to Ling Qingwan. The three girls chatted for a while.
"Ah Jiao, where is your brother?" An Yi suddenly realized that Tan Hongbo had not arrived yet.
There was a reason why Wei Xun didn't come. He was very busy with government affairs. Tan Hongbo was lazy all day long. It would be unreasonable for him not to attend his best friend's birthday.
"I don't know." Tan Jiao looked around. "When you came to see me, my brother had already left the house. Logically, you should have arrived by now."
This is a bit puzzling.
It was almost time for dinner, but there was no sign of Tan Hongbo.
"ah!"
Suddenly, a shrill scream was heard from inside the house. Ling Qingwan immediately recognized that it was Ling Xiao who was shouting.
They looked at each other and hurried to the room. Unexpectedly, Ling Xiao ran out first.
"Where did this person come from!" Ling Xiao pointed inside the room.
Ling Qingwan, An Yi and Tan Jiao all looked in the direction of Ling Xiao's finger, and saw Tan Hongbo slowly walking out of the room with a bamboo stick in his hand.
"Second brother?" Ling Qingwan was shocked.
They started talking about Tan Hongbo, and it turned out that Tan Hongbo was in Ling Xiao's room.
"What is going on?" Ling Qingwan glanced at Ling Xiao, then at Tan Hongbo.
As Tan Hongbo approached, Ling Xiao immediately took a few steps back, avoiding Tan Hongbo as if he were the god of plague.
"I was staying in the room peacefully when he suddenly climbed in through the window, yelling and throwing bamboo sticks at me, asking me to fight with him." Ling Xiao told Ling Qingwan.
As he spoke, he looked Tan Hongbo up and down, looking at him as if he were a fool.
"Then why are you screaming?" An Yi wondered.
There's no need to scream so miserably.
Although Tan Hongbo does look like he is sick.
"He hit me." Ling Xiao frowned and stretched out his hand, revealing a red mark on the back of his hand.
"Tan Hongbo! Why did you hit Brother Lingxiao for no reason?" An Yi questioned Tan Hongbo angrily. "And he has lost his memory."
"You only care about your brother Ling Xiao's hand being beaten and left with marks, why don't you care that I was kicked by him and my butt is still hurting." Tan Hongbo felt very aggrieved and rubbed his butt as he spoke.
Ling Qingwan didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
She knew that Tan Hongbo would not harm Ling Xiao. They were both adults, but they looked like three-year-old children, speaking and doing things without any reason.
"You deserve it." An Yi pouted.
"Okay, okay, your brother Lingxiao is your baby." Tan Hongbo spoke in a sarcastic tone, and then he had to pull Tan Jiao to his side.
"Fortunately, I have a biological sister."
Ling Qingwan had already seen the disgust that was about to overflow from Tan Jiao's eyes.
"You two haven't explained why you're fighting."
Everyone argued for a long time, but Ling Qingwan still didn't understand what was going on.
"That's right." Tan Hongbo cleared his throat.
He has to say this.
"This kid has lost his memory, so I thought about finding a way to help him and heal his brain. I asked my father, and he told me to spend more time with Ling Xiao and help him understand the things we did together in the past."
"The only thing we can do together is fighting," Tan Hongbo explained.
Ling Qingwan couldn't help it anymore and lowered her head and burst out laughing.
"Because you two used to fight all day, so you want to fight with my brother again to see if you can make him remember anything?"
Ling Qingwan really couldn't understand why a very reliable method, as long as Tan Hongbo implemented it, would be so... unreliable.
"Yeah, what else could there be between him and me?" Tan Hongbo nodded seriously.
"Are you sick?" Ling Xiao winked and glanced at Tan Hongbo.
He couldn't believe that he had ever had a good relationship with such a fool.
"I'm doing this for your own good, and you're still criticizing me!" Tan Hongbo frowned, looking very aggrieved.
After the conversation, An Yi had already burst into laughter, and Tan Jiao's face turned red from trying not to laugh. As for Ling Qingwan, she had nothing to say about these two people.
After dinner, everyone left one after another. Ling Xiao sat in the hall and began to sort out the gifts he had received.
"Young Master, I will pack these gifts for you. You don't have to do it yourself." Qingfeng whispered to Lingxiao.
Ling Xiao has been sitting here for a full half hour since he finished his meal.
"No, I want to see it myself." Ling Xiao was very stubborn.
Seeing that it was useless to talk, Qingfeng stopped trying to persuade him. After a long while, Ling Xiao withdrew his hand, leaned back on the chair, and looked extremely depressed.
"Master, what's wrong with you?" Qingfeng noticed that Ling Xiao was in an abnormal mood.
"Are these all the gifts I received today?" Ling Xiao confirmed with Qingfeng.
"Yes." Qingfeng nodded.
“Nothing is left out?” Ling Xiao frowned even deeper.
"No, they're all here." Qingfeng was puzzled and didn't know what Lingxiao was talking about.
"Where is the gift Ling Qingwan gave me?" Ling Xiao said to himself.
What he missed most today was the gift from Ling Qingwan. Unexpectedly, after the meal, the people who came to celebrate his birthday had left, and she hadn't seen the gift from Ling Qingwan yet.
"She wouldn't lie to me, would she?" Ling Xiao muttered.
"Of course I won't lie to you."
As soon as Ling Xiao finished speaking, Ling Qingwan's voice rang out. After that, she stepped into the room and walked in front of Ling Xiao.
"Where is the gift? Why didn't I see it?" Ling Xiao stiffened his neck and asked Ling Qingwan seriously.
"Here it is."
Ling Qingwan stretched out her hand from behind her back and handed the box that had been prepared long ago to Ling Xiao.
The box was about the size of a palm, made entirely of sandalwood, and engraved with auspicious clouds and peonies, looking very delicate.
"Open it and take a look." Ling Qingwan had an unfathomable look on her face.
Ling Xiao obeyed and opened the box, inside which was a sword tassel.
The red rope on the sword tassel was woven by Ling Qingwan herself, with a jade stone in the middle and a peace amulet underneath.
"Master, this amulet was personally obtained for you by the young lady at Jing'an Temple."