After Wang Shiqilang left, Cheng Jiaoniang's yard returned to quiet.
Brother Jin continued to feed the fish, and Banqin, who was busy in the kitchen, came into the hall with tea.
Cheng Jiaoniang put down the book in her hand.
"Madam." Banqin hesitated for a long time before asking, "Are we going back?"
Cheng Jiaoniang nodded.
"Is it because you stayed in the capital for a long time?" Banqin asked.
Cheng Jiaoniang looked at her, smiled slightly, and nodded.
Banqin also smiled, moved a few steps forward, and picked up the tea cup.
Cheng Jiaoniang reached out and took it.
The autumn wind passed through the hall, and the Zhanfeng Duo hanging by the window made a tinkling sound. [Note 1]
"Then, madam, do you really want to marry the prince of the Wang family?" She hesitated and asked again.
"Banqin, what do you think I lack most right now?" Cheng Jiaoniang didn't answer, but asked.
Ask her a question?
She is the last person to think about problems...
Banqin was a little restrained, biting her lower lip and thinking seriously.
Lang Jun is gone, and the most annoying but occasionally able to protect them, Liu Lang, is also gone. Mr. Zhou and his family are respectful but not close...
"We are missing someone." Banqin said tentatively.
Cheng Jiaoniang nodded.
"We need people, we need a home." She said, stretching out her hands.
Relatives are never close, and having a family means not having one.
Banqin nodded.
But, can Mr. Wang really give his wife a home?
Cheng Jiaoniang smiled.
"The home I want is one that can be broken into pieces and put back together as I please." She said, holding her open hands, "This home is not just a home, but a home with deep roots."
A family, a family that can be used by me, he is very suitable."
Banqin didn't seem to understand, but she felt relieved knowing that the lady's decision was not a grievance, but a benefit.
"The place where the lady is is the home of the servant girl." She nodded and said.
Cheng Jiaoniang smiled and said nothing, put down the tea bowl and picked up the book.
Banqin quietly put away the tea bowl and left.
It was almost evening when Chen Shao and his wife came to visit.
This was the first time that the couple came to the house. In the past, Chen Shiba Niang and Chen Danniang were friends of the same generation, so this surprised the maid. She asked Brother Jin to invite him and reported it to Cheng Jiao Niang.
Mrs. Chen Shao did not sit in the hall, but held Chen Danniang's hand with a smile.
"Danniang said there is an archery place here, let's go take a look," she said.
Is this to be avoided? The maid hurriedly got up.
"Madam, follow me." She said with a smile, leaving Banqin holding tea and leading Mrs. Chen Shao and Dan Niang to the backyard.
Chen Shao and Cheng Jiaoniang were left in the room. Banqin pushed the tea away and then walked back to the door and knelt down.
"That's it. Before and after inviting the lady, we sent people to Bingzhou to inquire about your past, madam." Chen Shao said straight to the point, "I hope the lady will forgive me."
"This is what it should be." Cheng Jiaoniang said, "Even if I have the chance, I will go and inquire about it myself."
When she said this, she looked at Chen Shao.
"My lord, have you found anything?" she asked.
Chen Shao took out a letter and pushed it over.
"This is a letter from the person who may be your master." He said.
As for the fact that the Chen family always believed that someone cured her and taught her, Cheng Jiaoniang knew it and did not correct it. After all, she did not believe that someone could possess these incredible skills out of thin air. But at the same time, she also had doubts in her heart because the half-person who had been following her
Qin does not have this memory.
At this time, Chen Shao had actually found such a person and brought him a letter. She couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.
She had no memory of before she recovered from the illness. Could such a person really exist? Was it really this person who cured her illness? And also gave her these messy memories in her mind?
Banqin was also surprised.
"What kind of person is he?" she couldn't help but ask.
"He is a scholar in his forties. He once settled near a Taoist temple and taught children how to read. He lived with the help of villagers. He also had some medical skills and treated villagers with medicine." Chen Shao said.
Cheng Jiaoniang looked at Banqin.
"Yes, there is such a person, and everyone calls him Lu Xiucai." Banqin seemed to think of it, and said suddenly, with a bit of reminiscence, "Oh, by the way, the medicine for my mother's illness was caused by him..."
Lu Xiucai? There is no such person in Cheng Jiaoniang’s memory.
"Did he treat me?" she asked.
Chen Shao also looked at this girl.
"No, he is not a local, he only came here after the wet nurse became ill." Banqin shook his head, "He only came to the Taoist temple once or twice, both to treat the wet nurse. Later, the wet nurse's illness could not be cured.
Well, he stopped coming. After the nanny passed away, I didn't see him again. He stayed here for more than a year and didn't see my wife."
No?
After all, this girl was serving personally, but she actually said that she had never had much contact with this person. Chen Shao was a little surprised and looked at Cheng Jiaoniang.
"Or maybe, I don't know." Banqin added hurriedly, "When he was treating the wet nurse, the lady was also in the yard. Maybe, when he saw the lady, he told the wet nurse how to use the medicine."
I said this with a bit of self-blame.
"At first, the wet nurse took care of you, my wife, and provided you with food and drink. My maid didn't do much to help you," she said.
Cheng Jiaoniang shook her head and said no more. She stretched out her hand to take the letter, her eyes fell on it, and she hesitated for a moment.
Will there be any memory she lost here?
"Then I'll take my leave. I will never inquire about my wife's affairs again. Please rest assured, my lady." Chen Shao said, standing up to leave.
Cheng Jiaoniang returned the gift.
The maid sent Chen Shao and his wife back and saw Cheng Jiaoniang still sitting in the hall, holding a letter in her hand.
"What is it?" She didn't know it just now, so she asked Banqin.
"Master Chen said it was a letter from my wife's master." Banqin said.
The maid's eyes widened.
"My wife's master?" she asked.
"I don't know either..." Banqin said with a puzzled look, "Anyway, someone asked Mr. Chen to hand it over to the lady."
The maid cried out, and both of them looked towards the hall.
The girl in the hall stretched out her hand and opened the letter.
A piece of letter paper was unfolded, with only three words on it.
Who are you.
Who am I? Who am I?
When Cheng Jiaoniang looked at the letter, she felt as if a pool of stagnant water had exploded in her head.
"Madam, would you like more tea?"
The maid came in and said with a smile, looking at Cheng Jiaoniang who lowered her head and read the letter for a while.
"Would you like to try the newly made snacks?"
Banqin also asked.
"What new snacks did you make?" the maid asked curiously, "Don't you think it's so weird that you can't eat it?"
"Sister, how could it be!" Banqin argued, "What's weird?"
The maid covered her mouth and smiled.
"Madam, do you think the snack she made last time was weird?" she asked, looking at Cheng Jiaoniang.
Cheng Jiaoniang raised her head and looked at them.
"Who am I?" she said.
The maid and Banqin were stunned for a moment.
"Huh?" they asked with some confusion.
"Who am I?" Cheng Jiaoniang asked again.
who I am?
The maid and Banqin were stunned, what does this mean?
Just as they were about to speak, the woman in front of them rolled her eyes and fell straight down.
The screams of the women in the house pierced the sky above the courtyard.
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"What's going on?" Mrs. Zhou asked anxiously, looking at Mr. Zhou who was walking out.
"Said he fell ill." Mr. Zhou said, changing his clothes for going out.
"Why did you fall ill when you were fine?" Mrs. Zhou asked, "She is a miracle doctor, how could she suddenly fall ill?"
"It is said that Mr. Chen fainted after his visit." Mr. Zhou said.
"What revenge are you seeking?" Mr. Zhou shouted with a frown.
"What revenge are you seeking? Others don't know it, but we know it in our own hearts! What were you and that woman whispering about in the previous period? Wasn't it because of those deserters? I heard that those deserters were used by Mr. Chen
Those who accused the northwest military affairs, but as a result, the deserters were released, and everyone said that Mr. Chen suffered a big loss this time." Mrs. Zhou said anxiously.
Mr. Zhou looked stunned. Although this matter had nothing to do with the wife in the house, and he had never told Mrs. Zhou, it turned out that he had also inquired about the source of the news. Although the news was true and false, and was filled with jealousy, the general meaning was the same.
Although he didn't know what happened in the end, looking at the deserters being released, he knew that his niece must have played some trick in it.
This time Mr. Chen really suffered some losses.
Could it be that he really came to ask questions?
Mr. Zhou hesitated in his steps.
If it is true, how sure is she of killing Xianggong Chen?
Immediately, Mr. Zhou shuddered and slapped his leg hard.
My mother, what is he thinking?
"I'll go see how it goes first." Mr. Zhou said and hurriedly went out.
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Note 1: The legacy of Kaiyuan Tianbao in the Tang Dynasty records: "In the bamboo forest of Prince Qi's palace, pieces of broken jade are hung. Every night, when you hear the sound of broken jade pieces touching each other, you know there is wind, and the name is Zhizhan Fengduo." This is similar to today's wind chimes. (To be completed.)
