The memory of the original body is like a tree with countless branches. As long as Shangguan Li thinks, he can observe the memories on the branches at any time.

Not only the one I looked at, but everything related to it will be recalled.

But if Shangguan Li didn't read it deliberately, there would be no memories.

So she had never remembered the memories of this matter before.

The reason I suddenly remembered was because she recalled the big bookshelf she saw in the house in this yard last time.

The bookshelf is filled with gadgets made of stones and iron blocks, from left to right, from bottom to top, and becomes more refined as time goes by.

It is densely packed and quietly records the slow and difficult growth path of the two girls.

But what Shangguan Yan didn't know was that her sister was actually dead and did not wait until the day she came back.

Shangguan Li is not her sister now, but, Shangguan Li is thinking in her heart.

If the feelings that memory brings her are so real, then how big is the difference between herself with all her memories and her original body?

This question is destined to be without an answer, just like she doesn't understand her mood very well now.

"Did Ali see it?"

Shangguan Yan raised her head, her expression was a little embarrassed for the first time. She smiled faintly and added.

"I am on the battlefield, unlike the scenery in the capital. There are large deserts in the western border, and there are shining things on the stones. When I see a very beautiful one, I pick one up to play with it. Now it is my little hobby, so you don't have to have any psychological burden."

A breath hanging in Shangguan Li's chest finally swayed and turned into a sigh as light as the breeze.

"There is no psychological burden? It's almost psychological burden, sister."

People experience wind, frost, rain and snow, cold eyes and hidden arrows, and they are still alone after all.

Shangguan Yan was stunned for a while. Shangguan Li saw that her originally slightly cold and hard eyebrows seemed to have been washed by layers of warm water. The indescribable light smoothed her outer edges inch by inch, revealing a clean and hot heart that was as gentle as the breeze.

She said with a smile.

"Then I have nothing to do."

When Su Qiubai woke up from the indescribable dizziness, he found that three children were gathered on the ignition of silver-carbon kang, talking and laughing.

For a moment she thought she was still dreaming.

That child always forced herself. Su Qiubai could not remember how many times she had tensed her thin lips and looked at the people in the prime minister's mansion, Zhang Yuanniang, and even the prime minister with a hatred look.

She hasn't smiled like that in the prime minister's mansion for a long time.

"Ah, Aunt Su, you're awake."

Shangguan Li's eyes were the sharpest and just opposite the bed, so he was the first to discover it.

She got off the kang and helped Su Qiubai up from the bed.

It was not until he touched Shangguan Li's slightly cold hands that Su Qiubai realized that this was not a dream.

"You, you..."

Her eyes wandered several times between Shangguan Li and Shangguan Yan who had also walked over, and then she showed a relieved smile.

"It's good to say it's good to say it's good to say it's good to say it's good to say it's good. But, Ayan, why did you think of telling Li'er this?"

Shangguan Bu, who had never had a chance to speak, inserted it in.

"Because the third sister has a hard wing now, I am weak and can be bullied. Why haven't I seen my elder sister treat me like this?"

Everyone knew that this was a joke, but Shangguan Yan thought about it seriously and then gave a reason that almost made Shangguan Bu vomit blood.

"Ali is a sister, of course her sister is more expensive than you."

Shangguan Li was a little embarrassed. She only put a dumpling in her heart for two lifetimes. She suddenly encountered this kind of warm scene and was really uncomfortable.

Fortunately, Shangguan Yan quickly talked about the important matter.

"Mom, do you still remember how you got to Lingshui Pavilion?"

When he heard this, Shangguan Bu's expression became serious.

Su Qiubai tightened her fingers on the edge of the quilt, as if her head hurts a little, and she wanted to reach out to explore.

But before that, Shangguan Li had already started to use his hands, holding Su Qiubai's head with both hands, kneading slowly, and whispering softly.

"I have seen it. Aunt Su has been in the scent of fragrance. Although there are wounds behind her head, it is not serious. You should drink a bowl of awakening tea first, and I will massage your acupoints to soothe your qi and blood."

As he said that, Shangguan Bu brought a porcelain bowl.

Su Qiubai drank as he said, and his head, which was dizzy, suddenly became much clearer.

"Think about it now, have you seen anything?"

As Shangguan Li's hand movements, Su Qiubai's originally vague memory gradually became clearer, and she said slowly.

"I did embroidery in the house and then someone came in and I don't remember it after that."

"Well, the man, the man you saw is a man or a woman, what is his appearance?"

Su Qiubai closed her eyes and tried her best to recall it again, but it seemed like an unbreakable fog wrapped around the memory of the time. No matter how she thought about it, she couldn't remember it.

"I just remember it seems...black. I really can't remember anything else."

This answer was not beyond Shangguan Li's expectations.

What she didn't say was that the fragrance was not as simple as making people lose consciousness, and there was another thing called "Dream Weaving Worm".

Dreamweaver is extremely precious. On the one hand, it is extremely difficult to find. It can only survive in a place where the sun is dark and humid for at least ten years without seeing at least ten years of sunshine.

On the other hand, it is because of its effect that the drugs developed by Dreamweaver can act on memory. As long as they are used well, they can even reach the point where they tamper with memory and manipulate people's hearts.

The amount of dream weaving insects in the scent of Su Qiubai was so light that she could not confirm it immediately, and she was completely sure when Su Qiubai could not remember the past anyway.

Although it is hidden, thanks to this, Su Qiubai only lost a memory without any more serious consequences.

Memory can be used to be bothered and careless, but people are composed of these memories. If a blockbuster is lost, the temperament will change dramatically, and the worst will turn into dementia.

What Shangguan Li didn't expect was that the other party would use this kind of thing to deal with Su Qiubai, a person who was powerless, so how much he didn't want his identity to be exposed.

Dreamweaver and ear-picking Gu, there are so many strange things in this world. I wonder what the person who took action this time has to do with the "master" last time.

"Oh, I only remember the color of the clothes. Isn't this just looking for a needle in a haystack?"

Shangguan Bu sighed.

Shangguan Li was stunned for a moment, wait, the color of the clothes?

She suddenly asked Su Qiubai.
Chapter completed!