Young Master Hongye held the handrail and whispered: "Will you remember some of the flowing water when you listen to the gurgling water when you look at it?"

Yuan Qingling looked over subconsciously and saw two small waterfalls rolling down in the rockery group, flowing into the lake, shattering the sunlight gold on the lake surface. The pieces of gold seemed to carry some fragments, pouring into her eyes in a spiraling posture, and then stirring the vortex in her mind.

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

She could not have had any old friendship with Hongye. Even if she had one, she would be the original owner Yuan Qingling.

However, many of the long-standing memories left in the original owner's mind were blurred. Not to mention her, I am afraid that the original owner may not fully remember everything he has experienced or everyone he has met.

"You don't remember the days in Duanzhou."

His voice was cold and penetrating, which suddenly wiped out the fragment of her concentration.

She opened her eyes and looked at the shattering in his eyes, "Do you... do I know you?"

There was nothing left in his eyes, and he returned to the calmness of Ruyan, and said lightly: "I don't know, everything is just talk nonsense at that time. I'll leave first and won't bother the princess."

After saying that, he took a step back, his face was silent, and he bowed down. When he looked up, he turned around and left.

The red shirt raised up and swept across Yuan Qingling's face. It was dyed with the cold wind of late autumn, which made Yuan Qingling feel inexplicably sad.

The figure of the young master Hongye was submerged in a pale yellow area, and the red reflected in his eyes slowly faded away. She turned around, but saw Man'er sitting on the ground and napping.

"Man'er!"

She called out.

Man'er suddenly woke up and raised her head, her eyes filled with confusion, "I... Why did I 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 with her?

"No, I'm not tired!"

Man'er rubbed her eyes, but couldn't help but yawn, "It's strange, why are you so sleepy?"

"Didn't sleep well last night?"

Yuan Qingling's eyes were not covered with red bloodshot when he looked at her, and there was no bruises in his eyes, but he looked in a state of distraction.

"Last night was Sister Qiluo on the night, and I went to bed very early."

Man'er was a little frightened, "I didn't mean to be lazy, the princess forgives his crime."

"I didn't want to blame you, but you... I rarely do this. Go back and take a break. I don't have to serve you tonight."

Yuan Qingling said.

Man'er shook her head, "No, I am much more energetic now. I will send the crown princess back to Xiaoyue Pavilion."

Yuan Qingling turned around and looked at the rockery and thought for a while, "No, please follow me to go back to the waiting mansion."

The old lady knew the original owner's affairs the most.

"Go back now?"

Man'er was surprised.

"Yes, go back now."

After Yuan Qingling finished speaking, he turned around and strode towards the arch bridge.

When I returned to Jinghou Mansion, it was already dusk. The old lady was very happy to see her coming back and kept her for dinner in the mansion.

Yuan Qingling felt a little guilty when he saw the old lady's joy on her face. She had been busy these days and had no time to come back to see her, so she came down and said she wanted to stay in the mansion for dinner.

The Yuan family’s brother is now working in the court, leaving early and returning late, so the dinner is for both grandparents and grandchildren.

The old lady was not in good health and ate very lightly. However, 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 great distress: "Look at you, you have lost a lot of weight, you have to be able to raise yourself."

Yuan Qingling smiled and said, "Okay, I understand, I'll have three bowls of rice tonight."

"It's not good to eat too much. You have to balance three meals, raise them, and behave well, and give birth to a daughter for the prince."

The old lady is eagerly looking forward to it.

When Yuan Qingling heard this, he waved his hand and said, "No, grandmother, the prince and I decided not to give birth. The third boy is hard to take care of. It's hard to bear any more birth."

"You don't want to take it. I will naturally be someone who will take it for you when I am born. It's God who decides whether I am born. Can you always use the desolation of the prince?"

The old lady said this and looked at her again, "You have been born for more than a year, why is there no news about your belly?"

You might not really drink the soup, right?”

Yuan Qingling coughed, "This...no, as you said, God is not willing to give it to me."

"Is the prince not in good health?

He is busy all day long and can't delay the affairs in the room. He has to ask someone to remind him that with a son, he has to have another daughter. It is a blessing to have both children."

"Okay, okay," Yuan Qingling hurriedly stopped her, "I will go back and discuss with him."

The old lady gave her a blank look and said, "What are you discussing with him?"

We have to discuss with the imperial doctor and ask the imperial doctor to prescribe a prescription. You are not in good health and you have to recuperate first. It is best to be pregnant this year. Now it is late autumn, after the cold winter and spring, and you will give birth to a child in midsummer. It will be great if you don’t eat wind during confinement at that time."

Yuan Qingling was serving the soup attentively, "Grandma, just drink the soup, don't talk. I'll ask you if I have something to do after drinking the soup."

Seeing that his granddaughter was serious, the old lady drank the soup seriously. After drinking it, she asked someone to take it away and asked, "What's the matter to ask?"

Yuan Qingling sat beside her and asked seriously: "Did I live in Beijing when I was a child?"

The old lady laughed, "Have you ever lived in Beijing? You don't know?

I have to come and ask me this old fool.”

Yuan Qingling knocked on his head and said in annoyance: "Since I have given birth to a child, my memory has been getting worse every day. It seems that I remember that I lived in Beijing for a while, right?"

"Yes, when you were eight years old, you followed your old man to Duanzhou for a few months."

The old lady was born as a county lord, and her father was named Duanzhou County Prince. The old lady passed away when he was eight years old, so the old lady took her back to Duanzhou.

Yuan Qingling's heart sank. He actually lived in Duanzhou. "Then do I have any friends who have a good time playing in Duanzhou?"

The old lady narrowed her eyes and thought for a while, "At that time in Duanzhou, there were many children, and you played well with everyone."

"Is there a child who is seven or eight years older than me... I am not a child anymore. Anyway, he is a big child. He is very beautiful and he plays better with me. Is there any?"

The old lady looked at her and said, "What do you do if you ask these things?

Do you miss Duanzhou's cousin?"

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

The old lady thought for a moment, and her eyes were a little suspicious, "You are probably playing with cousins ​​of the same age in Duanzhou. Even if you are a little older, no one is called Hongye."

"Maybe it wasn't called Hongye at that time, but I don't remember what it was called."
Chapter completed!