Mr. Hongye held the armrest and said softly: "Listen to the gurgling water and look at it. Will you remember something?"
Yuan Qingling looked over subconsciously and saw two small waterfalls in the rockery group rolling down and flowing into the lake, breaking up the sun-drenched gold on the lake surface. The pieces of broken gold seemed to carry some fragments and surged in a swirling manner.
It entered her eyes and stirred up a whirlpool in her mind.
Yuan Qingling closed her eyes and tried hard to search for those memories that did not belong to her, whether there was any trace of him left.
It is impossible for her to have any old friendship with Hongye. Even if she did, it was the original owner Yuan Qingling.
However, many of the long-lasting memories left in the mind of the original owner are blurred. Not to mention her, even if the original owner is still alive, she may not fully remember everything she has experienced or everyone she has met.
"You don't remember the days in Duanzhou." His voice was cold and penetrating, and the fragment of her concentration was suddenly wiped out.
She opened her eyes and looked at the brokenness in his eyes, "You...do I know you?"
There was nothing in his eyes anymore, and he regained his calmness, and said calmly: "I don't know you. It was all just nonsense. I'll leave first so as not to disturb the Crown Princess."
After saying that, he took a step back, with a silent face, and saluted. When he raised his head again, he didn't even look at Yuan Qingling, and turned around.
The red clothes rose up and swept across Yuan Qingling's face. They were stained with the cold wind of late autumn, making Yuan Qingling's heart feel inexplicably sad.
Young Master Hongye's figure was submerged in the pale yellow, and the red reflected in her eyes slowly faded away. She turned around, only to see Man'er sitting on the ground and taking a nap.
"Barbarian!" she shouted.
Man'er suddenly woke up, raised his head, his eyes were blank, "Slave... Why did you 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 alert. Why did she suddenly fall asleep after following her?
"No, I'm not tired, slave!" Man'er rubbed his eyes and couldn't help but yawned, "It's strange, why are you so sleepy?"
"Didn't you sleep well last night?" Yuan Qingling looked at her. Her eyes were not bloodshot, nor were they bruised, but she looked listless.
"Sister Qiluo was on duty last night, and I went to bed very early." Man'er was a little frightened, "I didn't mean to be lazy, Crown Princess, please forgive me."
"I don't blame you, it's just that you... rarely do this. Go back and have a rest. You don't have to wait for me tonight." Yuan Qingling said.
Man'er shook his head, "No, I'm much energetic now. I'll send the Crown Princess back to Xiaoyue Pavilion."
Yuan Qingling turned her head to look at the rockery and flowing water, and thought for a while, "No, you can come back to Jinghou Mansion with me."
The old lady knows the things about the original owner best.
"Go back now?" Man'er was surprised.
"That's right, go back now." After Yuan Qingling said that, she turned around and strode up the arch bridge towards the yard.
It was already dusk when we returned to Jinghou Mansion. The old lady was very happy to see her back and left her to have dinner in the mansion.
Seeing the happiness on the old lady's face, Yuan Qingling felt a little guilty. She was so busy these days that she didn't have time to come back to see her, so she agreed to come down and say that she wanted to stay at the house for dinner.
The elder brother of the Yuan family is now on official duty in the court and leaves early in the morning and returns late in the evening, so the evening meal is shared by the grandson and grandson.
The old lady was not in good health 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 with some distress: "Look, you have lost a lot of weight again. You need to have a good life."
Yuan Qing smiled and said: "Okay, I understand. Let's have three bowls of rice tonight."
"It's not good to eat too much. You have to eat three balanced meals, take care of her, look good, and then give the prince a daughter." The old lady looked forward to it eagerly.
When Yuan Qingling heard this, she immediately waved her hand, "No, grandma, the prince and I have decided not to have children. It's hard enough to take care of three boys. It's too much to handle having another one."
"I don't want you to take care of me. Someone will take care of you when you are born. It is not up to you to decide whether you will give birth to a child or not. It is decided by God. As a crown prince and concubine, don't you always use the soup to remove the seeds?" The old lady said like this,
He looked at her again and said, "It's been more than a year since you gave birth, and why is there no news about your belly anymore? Did you really drink the soup that removes the seeds?"
Yuan Qingling coughed, "This... No, as you said, God is not willing to give it."
"Is the prince not in good health? He is busy all day long, so he cannot delay the affairs in the house. He needs to be reminded that if he has a son, he must have a daughter. Having children is a blessing."
"Okay, okay," Yuan Qing Ling stopped her hastily, "I'll discuss it with him later."
The old lady rolled her eyes at her, "What are you discussing with him? You have to discuss it with the imperial doctor and ask him to prescribe a prescription. Both of you are not in good health, so you need to nurse yourself back to health first. It is best if you can get pregnant this year.
Now in late autumn, after the cold winter, spring comes, and in the middle of summer, the baby is born. It would be great to be in confinement without any wind at that time."
Yuan Qingling was waiting for the soup attentively, "Grandma, just drink the soup and don't talk. After drinking the soup, I have something to ask you."
Seeing that her granddaughter looked serious, the old lady drank the soup seriously. After finishing the drink, she asked people to leave and asked, "What do you want to ask?"
Yuan Qingling sat next to her and asked seriously: "Did I ever live away from Beijing when I was a child?"
The old lady laughed and said, "Have you ever lived outside Beijing? You don't know it yourself? You have to ask this old fool like me."
Yuan Qingling knocked on his head and said in annoyance: "Since I gave birth to the child, my memory has been getting worse day by day. I seem to remember that I lived away from Beijing for a while, right?"
"Yes, when you were eight years old, you lived with me in Duanzhou for a few months."
The old lady was born as a county lord, and her father was named Duanzhou County King. The old county prince Yu Yuanqing Ling passed away when he was eight years old, so the old lady took her back to Duanzhou.
Yuan Qingling's heart sank, she actually lived in Duanzhou, "Then do I have friends who are better at playing in Duanzhou?"
The old lady squinted her eyes and thought for a while, "Back in Duanzhou, there were more children, so you played better with everyone."
"Is there a child who is seven or eight years older than me... not even a child, but a big kid anyway? He is very pretty and plays better with me, right?"
The old lady looked at her, "Why are you asking these questions? Do you miss your cousins in Duanzhou?"
"No," Yuan Qingling held a cup of tea, her fingertips turning slightly white, "I dreamed one night that a brother who was seven or eight years older than me was playing with me, and I called him Brother Hongye..."
"Brother Hongye?" The old lady thought for a moment, with some suspicion in her eyes, "You probably played with your cousins of the same age in Duanzhou. Even if there are some who are slightly older, none of them are named Hongye."
"Maybe it wasn't called Hongye at that time, but I don't remember what it was called." Yuan Qingling was a little discouraged. In fact, it was impossible to ask this question. After all, grandma was experiencing the pain of losing her father at that time, so naturally she didn't have the time.
Pay attention to who the children play better with.