"Ning'er, what did you say?" Su Rurong looked at her daughter in her arms and asked anxiously.
"Who are you? Where is this place?" Jiang Ningxuan repeated obediently, looking around with confused eyes, wondering how she could appear here.
"Doctor, go call the doctor." Su Rurong shouted.
The doctor was yawning. He was summoned in a hurry last night. Now he was woken up again less than two hours after he fell asleep.
"How?" Su Rurong asked.
"There are no obvious wounds on the young lady's body," the doctor said, looking at Jiang Ningxuan with an appraising look, and happened to meet her gaze, which was innocent and innocent, as if he could see through people's hearts.
"Ahem!" The doctor coughed lightly, and unnaturally looked away, looking at Su Rurong and saying, "Maybe the little lady suffocated for a long time and hurt her brain, so she lost her memory."
The human brain is the most magical part of the body, mysterious and unfathomable.
Su Rurong could only accept this statement and looked at her daughter with worried eyes.
"Fortunately, Ning'er is unharmed." Jiang Yuanqi said, following Jiang Yuanzhen. The two brothers were discussing matters in the study, and when they heard the news that Jiang Ningxuan had woken up, they hurried over.
Maybe a few days, maybe a few years, maybe forever.
The doctor left a new prescription and told Jiang Yuanqi and others not to be anxious and force her to remember it, as it might hurt the child.
Jiang Yuanqi and others nodded repeatedly, knowing that they should not be rash.
Jiang Yuanzhen looked at the girl in front of him, reached out and touched her head lovingly.
Jiang Ningxuan looked up at him and sweetly called: "Uncle."
Jiang Yuanzhen turned to look at Jiang Yuanqi: "Third brother, Ning'er's situation is a bit complicated, and I can't understand it clearly. For the current plan, we can only return to Beijing as soon as possible and let father take action."
"Yeah." Jiang Yuanqi nodded. He already knew from his brother's mouth that the fire that suddenly appeared that day had a strange origin. He suspected that someone from the Xuanmen was out to harm people. However, he took action a step too late and followed the clues to find Zhao Kaixian, but that person was not allowed to do anything.
The gangster ran away.
Night, bed.
Jiang Ningxuan fell asleep obediently, with a red jade pendant placed on the bedside, her brows slightly furrowed, a little uneasy.
In her sleep, something seemed to be calling her.
"Oh!" Jiang Ningxuan turned over, clutched the jade pendant tightly, and fell into a deep sleep.
There were a lot of pastries placed in the carriage, and there was no shortage of things that children loved, such as candied fruits.
Jiang Ningxuan was holding preserves in one hand and a book in the other, reading with gusto.
Jiang Xiuyun looked over curiously.
Jiang Ningxuan looked at it very quickly, and every move of the people in the painting seemed very interesting to her, and seemed to contain some kind of pattern.
"Do you understand?" Jiang Xiuyun asked.
"Yeah." Jiang Ningxuan nodded, "The person in the painting is dancing, brother, he dances so strangely."
However, what made her feel even more strange was that as she subconsciously followed those actions, she felt as if there was a warm air surging in her body.
Jiang Xiuyun couldn't laugh or cry. Probably only her younger sister would regard martial arts secrets as a short storybook for teaching people to dance.
"Martial arts secrets? Is it very powerful? Ning'er wants to learn it too." Jiang Ningxuan grabbed her brother's hand with a look of anticipation on her face.
Jiang Xiuyun, who was only seven years old and had been practicing martial arts for three years, looked at his sister's little face and nodded directly: "Okay, brother will teach you."
Su Rurong watched the two talking and laughing from the side, while Ning'er changed from her previous silence, with a happy smile in her eyes.
Time passed very quickly in the teaching of the two brothers and sisters. Occasionally Jiang Yuanqi would give pointers. Jiang Yuanzhen looked at the two children who were making rapid progress and could not hide the approval in his eyes.
Outside the gates of Kyoto, several carriages slowly approached.
"Wow!" Someone opened the car curtain from the inside, revealing a pair of curious eyes, looking at everything around him, "It's so lively and prosperous."
"There are so many people." Another voice said, looking at the passers-by with innocence and ignorance.
"Sister, please don't speak casually." Jiang Xiuyun said, there is nothing strange about the large number of people, there are also many people in Yanzhou.
Jiang Ningxuan heard this and said unconvinced: "There are not as many people in Yanzhou as here, and the people here dress very strangely."
Kyoto, the center of the imperial dynasty, is home to all kinds of people, wearing different clothes and speaking different languages.
"Mother." Two voices shouted simultaneously, looking at the smiling woman in the carriage.
Su Rurong smiled and said: "Xiuyun, you are the elder brother, and you have to let me take care of my younger sister."
Jiang Ningxuan showed a big smile, and Jiang Xiuyun had such a helpless expression on his face.
Outside the carriage, pedestrians looked at the carriage, some recognized the emblem on the carriage, and looked surprised.
At the gate of the Imperial Prefecture, the servants got the news and were waiting there early.
"The master is back," the concierge's boy shouted, and he hurried in to report.
Jiang Yuanzhen turned his head, looked at Jiang Yuanqi and said, "Third brother, get out of the car."
Jiang Yuanqi looked at the gate of Jiang Mansion in front of him. Many thoughts emerged for a while, and his steps were a bit hesitant.
"Mom, is this where my grandfather and grandmother live?" asked a confused voice, looking at the Jiang Mansion in front of her in surprise, thinking it was so big, even bigger than the place where she lived in Yanzhou.
Jiang Xiuyun did not speak, and his eyes could not hide the surprise and deep curiosity.
"Xiuyun, Ning'er, this will be your home from now on. Come on, uncle will take you in." Jiang Yuanzhen smiled, bent down and picked up Jiang Ningxuan, leading the way.
Ning'er was weak and Jiang Yuanzhen felt sorry for her walking alone at such a young age, so he just hugged her and walked together.
The servants of the Imperial Prefect's Mansion looked at each other. It seemed that this third-bedroom concubine should not be underestimated. You must know that the eldest master had never hugged anyone, not even his own child.
Jiang Yuanqi was a step too slow and could only accompany Su Rurong and lead Jiang Xiuyun towards the mansion.
"The eldest master, the third master, the third madam, the young master, the young lady." The servants of the Jiang Mansion whom they met along the way saluted one after another with extremely respectful attitudes.
Jiang Ningxuan was held in someone's arms. Looking at the respectful expressions of everyone, there was no panic on her face, only indifference.
In the backyard, the female relatives gathered together.
The eldest lady and the second lady arrived early and waited beside the old lady. Several people looked outside the house frequently, and the little girl who checked the news kept coming back and forth from time to time without stopping.
"Here they come, they are here, the eldest master and the third master are back." The little maid shouted.
Upon hearing this, the old lady stood up immediately and walked out of the house without waiting for the help of her two daughters-in-law.
The eldest lady and the second lady looked at each other and chased after each other, supporting the old lady from the left to the right. As soon as the group took a few steps, footsteps could be heard outside the house, and the person quickly opened the curtain and walked in.
"Yuan Qi." Jiang Yuanqi stood there blankly, looking at his mother. He heard the old man's shouts in his ears. Tears couldn't help but flow down. The mother and son hugged each other and cried.