Qian Qiyue was really annoyed. She had kept those memories for many years and they accompanied her through the most difficult years. She once thought that Song Tangning just didn't remember her because it had been so long, or that she was different from when she was a child after her legs and feet healed, so she didn't recognize her.
But she didn't expect that she would actually forget everything in the past.
Qian Qiyue took out the items from the box one by one: "These are the letters you wrote to me that year. This is the bamboo dragonfly you folded for me. And this is the crab lantern we fought with the eldest son of the Qi family during the Lantern Festival that year. We finally managed to snatch it back. And this is the peace rope you made by hand. We and Xu Jing will each have one..."
The small wooden table was piled with odds and ends, most of which had faded, but whether it was the simple bamboo dragonfly, the exquisite crab lantern, or even the crooked bracelet, they were all well preserved.
Song Tangning was initially confused, then shocked, and then when she saw the handwriting on the paper that looked like a child drawing a duck, she felt like she was looking at someone else's things.
She had no memory of any of this, and could not remember the past that Qian Qiyue had talked about at all. Even when she tried hard to think about it, there was still no trace of it.
Tang Ning hesitated: "Sister Yue, did you recognize the wrong person..."
"I'm not blind, and you haven't changed much since you were a kid. How could I recognize the wrong person?"
Qian Qiyue was annoyed when she heard this: "Besides, Master Rong only has you as his granddaughter. If it weren't for you, who would dare to take me to climb the persimmon tree in Master Rong's house? Who would dare to take me to sneak into Master Rong's study to add mice to his painting of the Spring Scenery? When we were roasting chestnuts in the kitchen that winter and knocked over the stove, the sparks left a small scar on your forearm and my foot."
At that time, the two of them were crying loudly, but they were afraid that they would be scolded if Master Rong knew about it, so they secretly took a few pieces of silver and went to see a doctor under the protection of Xu Jing.
The people were found, but the doctor was probably a lousy thug who only stopped the pain without causing bleeding. Both of them were left with a small scar.
As Qian Qiyue spoke, she lifted up her skirt and took off her shoes and socks, revealing the scar on the back of her foot: "Look, I have it here!"
After she finished speaking, she grabbed Song Tangning's hand and pushed up her sleeve, pointing to the red spot on the outside of her elbow that looked like a birthmark and said, "You have one too, this can't be a coincidence, right?"
Song Tangning was still stunned as he looked at the fingertip-sized scar. He then turned his head and looked at Qian Qiyue's feet. His palm holding the letter paper tightened little by little.
She doesn't remember…
She had no memory of what Qian Qiyue said.
She had no memory of climbing trees, writing letters, or even her scars.
But she clearly remembered things from her childhood, and everything when her grandfather was alive. She even remembered how her mother coaxed her into calling her Xiao Haitang.
Aunt...
Song Tangning's eyes were confused for a moment, and suddenly she found that she seemed to have a hard time remembering what her mother looked like. She tried hard to recall her mother's face, and her brows furrowed little by little. Unconsciously, she closed her mouth and nose and her breathing became stagnant.
Her heart was beating violently, her face was flushed red, and her head suddenly ached violently. Suddenly, a sky full of blood surged outward. A heart-wrenching cry of "Tang Ning" made her fall forward suddenly.
"Tang Ning..."
Qian Qiyue saw her fall down, and was so scared that she quickly pulled her back, only to find that she had her eyes closed and her face was pale.
"Tang Ning!"
…
Xiao Yan was talking to Qian Baokun about the grain tax. After the Lu family was imprisoned, Cui Lin had already started taking action. With Feng Qiuli saying something from time to time, Cui Lin wished he could immediately nail the Lu family on the grain tax case.
Since Xiao Yan wanted to protect Qian Baokun, he naturally would not hide this matter from him. When Qian Baokun learned about the internal strife among the noble families and that the Cui family might be able to help overthrow the Lu family, he felt a lot more relieved.
"You still have a solution. Cui Lin is a cunning old man. Although he is at odds with the Lu family, he has always been hiding behind the scenes and never shows his true colors on weekdays."
"I had noticed something was wrong with the family before, but I didn't expect the Cui family to have such intentions. If Cui Lin could really take the initiative, it would be easy for the Lu family, and Lu Chongyuan might not be able to escape."
Xiao Yan said: "I'm afraid that Lu Chongyuan will see that the situation is not good and sacrifice the rook to save the king."
Qian Baokun frowned: "Lu Zhao is his eldest son..."
"Lu Zhinian is also his legitimate grandson."
The Lu family is prosperous, with many direct and collateral branches. Lu Chongyuan has more than one son, Lu Zhao. If he can give up his grandson, he can naturally give up his eldest son as well.
Qian Baokun was frightened by Xiao Yan's words, but when he recalled that the noble families acted coldly and always put profit first, if Lu Chongyuan wanted to protect himself and the Lu family, he might not necessarily cut off his own wrist to consider the overall situation.
If Lu Zhao really took all the blame, then Lu Chongyuan...
"Knock, knock, knock!"
The door of the study was suddenly knocked. Qian Baokun, who was feeling a little worried, was startled. He turned his head and cursed, asking someone to come in and said, "Didn't I tell you that I have something to discuss with Governor Xiao, so please don't disturb me if you have nothing else to do?"
The person at the door whispered, "It was Madam who asked me to come here."
Qian Baokun's expression suddenly changed: "What's wrong, Madam?"
"It's not Madam, it's Yiyang County Lady. Just now, Yiyang County Lady fainted while talking to the girl. The girl was frightened. Madam has already ordered someone to invite the palace doctor, and asked this servant to come and inform her..."
Before the maid could say anything, Xiao Yan, who had been looking distracted just now, stood up and strode up to the man.
"Where are the people?"
…
Song Tangning's sudden fainting scared Qian Qiyue, who was so panicked that she could only carry him to the couch.
After Mrs. Qian learned about it, she hurried over and saw Song Tangning lying there with a pale face and cold sweat. She was clenching her teeth and seemed to be mumbling in her sleep, and no matter how she was called, she could not be awakened.
Madam Qian was also a little panicked, so she quickly sent someone to find the court doctor, and she did not dare to hide the matter from Xiao Yan either.
"What's going on? How could a person be like this?" Mrs. Qian took a handkerchief to wipe the sweat off Song Tangning's face. When she touched her cold cheek, she couldn't help but turned her head to ask.
Qian Qiyue was in a panic: "I don't know either. I was just telling her about my childhood and showing her those things from the past, and she suddenly fainted..."
"Nothing else?"
"No."
Seeing her helplessly shaking her head, Mrs. Qian glanced at the messy things that were knocked over on the ground. She had seen the nanmu box before. It was Qian Qiyue's most precious thing. Normally, no one else could touch it. So she believed Qian Qiyue's words and comforted her slowly, "Don't worry, I've asked someone to invite Doctor He..."
The door curtain was suddenly lifted, and a figure strode in against the wind and rain outside.
Madam Qian was startled: "Master Xiao."