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Yan Qitong thought that the anesthetic soup just made her drowsy for a day at most, but she didn't expect that when she stepped into the medicine garden again the next day, all the weeds had already sprouted and grew a lot higher.

She had to ask Sangzi suspiciously: "How long have I been asleep?"

"It's only a few days." Sangzi said vaguely.

Yan Qitong looked at her, probably for a few days.She once looked at the scar on her face in the dim light of the room, and it gradually healed in pain again and again.Now that deep ravine is getting lighter and its color is getting lighter, and now it's lying there like a pink caterpillar—in fact, she didn't want to look at it again after seeing it once, it was really ugly.

"It's not bad." Sangzi held her face and groped carefully, "It's hard to find the medicine for promoting muscle growth. It's not available in the mountains here. It has to be brought in from outside."

"Why didn't I see anyone coming in?" Yan Qitong couldn't help being curious.Except for Baoqiao, she almost thought that there were only the two of them left in this world.

Sangzi suddenly moved close to Yan Qitong, put the tip of his nose against her scar, and sniffed.Yan Qitong was frozen there by her, not daring to move.

"So it's here." Sangzi tilted her head slightly, pulling out a red petal from Yan Qitong's hair.

Yan Qitong squinted: "It seems to be flowers in the garden."

"It's a peony flower." Sang Zi smiled, "Its root has analgesic properties, and you have also used it."

"Paeonia?" Yan Qitong was slightly startled, "Isn't peony similar to peony?" The few plants in the garden are very thin and small, not worthy of their reputation as "Flower Fairy" at all.

"Peony is indeed as famous as peony." Sangzi crushed the flower in her hands, and the color was immediately wet, making it ugly, "but peony is peony after all." She said with a smile.She didn't care much when Baoqiao was there, but after Baoqiao left, she herself said a lot of unnecessary things.It must be because there are only two of them here, and there is no one else, so I can only advise and advise.

Yan Qitong was silent for a while, and said seriously: "I know what you mean. The princess is a peony, and my peony plant will never become her again. You can rest assured, I have long since given up on being a princess."

"Actually, there's nothing wrong with being a peony." Sang Zi pulled her out of the house, picked a blooming peony from the garden, and stuck it on her temples.Beauty wearing flowers is always pleasing to the eye.Sangzi didn't have that scar in his eyes, Yan Qitong at this moment, dressed in simple white linen, with high hair, and just this red flower, is quite colorful.It's a pity that her peonies were brought from the mountains, and they are not as luxurious and elegant as those carefully cultivated peonies that decorate the house.However, with her now, just right.

"The fragrance of peony is strong, which is beyond the reach of peony."

It's not that Yan Qitong has never seen peony, and saw that the flower was different from what he remembered, but after hearing what Sang Zi said, he just let her go.Ever since she knew that Sangzi might use her as an experiment, Yan Qitong began to follow Sangzi, only hoping that she would not be too ruthless, like last time, and make herself unconscious for several days.

Later, when the medicine was given again, Sang Zi reduced the dosage as expected, and Yan Qitong's pain gradually decreased.And if you want to say that every time you take the medicine, it seems to be suffering in a pan of oil, then you don't know what kind of pills this body swallowed in the first place, which caused the suffering of others, and made her suffer like this.

And her work, I don't know if it is worth the hardship.

In fact, she didn't even know how she died, if she ever died.

Except for the daily medication, Yan Qitong considered himself to be at ease during the rest of the time.After Baoqiao left, she and Sangzi were the only ones.After getting along for so long, Sangzi's temperament is extremely slow, and she is very lazy and not too busy, so she is very at ease.

It's just that besides helping the garden of the hometown to weed the medicine, there is also a long night from the dawn to the moonset and the crowing. The time is actually very long.Yan Qitong likes to be quiet, and his health is not good, and he always feels like his days are like years.For this reason, she spent all her time in her bedroom, which was actually Sangzi's study.There are countless books there, vast and boundless, and she is studying hard.

Studying is a time-consuming thing, and it's clear that her progress is slow.

Because she often spends all her time in books, Sangzi naturally found out.She already loves books, and besides medicine, she has books in her hand, so she cannot avoid sitting with her.After a few days, Sangzi discovered that most of the books Yan Qitong read were biographies, landscape travel notes and the like.There are some strange people and strange things in the landscape travel notes, but there is nothing interesting in the biographies. I don’t know why she reads them with great interest, and it takes a long time to read each book.

One day, Yan Qitong went outside with a book and asked Sangzi, "Who is Mr. Yun?"

Sangzi put down what she was doing: "What kind of qualities do you think must be possessed to be a princess?"

Yan Qitong was speechless, then frowned and said, "I didn't ask that."

"You don't even know Mr. Yun, so where did you get the confidence to want to be a princess? Do you really think that as long as you have a beautiful face, you can stand tall in the deep palace?"

"Oh?" Yan Qitong was still puzzled, "How did you say that?"

Sang Zi glanced at her: "Your father is a high official in the court. Although a woman is virtuous without talent, since she is being raised as a princess, it is impossible not to teach you the principles of benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom and trustworthiness?"

Yan Qitong was silent for a moment, and asked, "Have you ever heard of Confucius?"

Sangzi looked sideways, although he didn't say anything, but Yan Qitong already knew what it meant. "Pretend I didn't say it." She closed her eyes, feeling a chill in her heart.He actually came to a place where no trace could be found, and he didn't know which space-time gap it was.How she was thrown here, as if she was going to suffer for the rest of her life.Perhaps it is because they are not on the same historical track that she feels that she is so out of place.

Sangzi looked down at the book in her hand, it was a travelogue of Mr. Yun's traveling around.

"Mr. Yun is a big name among everyone. There are more than a million people influenced by him, and he is not limited to Hongguo. There are his disciples all over the world, spreading his thoughts, and even some royal beliefs. I don't know what you said Who is Confucius to be compared with him?"

Yan Qitong couldn't speak.Maybe she will come here instead of elsewhere, because although she is in a different time and space, she has a similar historical process and historical figures.

"I don't know either. The name that popped up in my mind may just be an acquaintance." Whenever encountering unexplainable things, Yan Qitong would throw out the magic weapon of "amnesia". Normally, Sangzi would not Continue to ask again.But today Sangzi still spoke.

"It seems to me that you are having a hard time learning how to read," Sangzi pondered, "Can you still write?"

Yan Qitong was startled, since she woke up, she never held a pen again.

Seeing her like this, Sangzi pointed to the study: "I put a prescription on my desk, you go and copy a copy for me."

"I don't know medicine, and I'm afraid I'll write something wrong." Yan Qitong squeezed the book tightly, bowed his head and said.

"It's okay, I'll check it out." Sangzi said softly, "Go and practice, maybe you'll remember something."

Yan Qitong had no choice but to turn around and go to the study.

Sangzi looked at her back from behind, her gaze was slightly cold.If it is said that a person will lose memory, she will believe it.But people with amnesia often just hide things in their hearts that they don't want to touch, which is just a kind of self-deception.She believed that Yan Qitong had forgotten who she was and what she had done, but she also forgot things like reading and writing, so she was curious.

Yan Qitong walked back into the room, closed the door gently and leaned against it.She began to close her eyes and think.

When people say that they hate a person, it is not to make the person die, but to make the person unable to live or die.

Sangzi should have no feelings for her, and that Baoqiao seems to just dislike some of Yan Qitong's actions.This isn't even a matter of hatred, but when she stays here, she does have the feeling that she can't live but can't die.The daily taunts and the pain of healing left her in deep turmoil.Before Baoqiao left, she broke down and yelled once because of taking the medicine that I am not Yan Qitong, I am not—but Baoqiao said, yes, you are not, you are Yan Liuguang, I know.

So she also knew that no matter what she said, they would not believe it.At that time, the time she was able to think clearly about this matter every day was also very short, and she always woke up in a drowsy state, and then fell asleep in a drowsy state.

But now, she has a completely different idea.

In some of the books she read slowly, including the verification from Sangzi, she found that the world in the books was really not her own.There is no familiar dynasty name, in other words, the name of a country that may not be remembered even if you say it ten times, and it is not as majestic as the "People's Republic of China".

If it is on the other side of the earth, even if it is an uncivilized place, even if you have to walk, you will be able to go home one day sooner or later, but if you are not in the same space, where is the way home, or even where is the direction? What's more, when she entered this person's body, where was the owner of this body? Did she go to her own place, or wandered elsewhere, or completely disappeared.

Every time Yan Qitong thinks of this, she will feel the coldness and emptiness, that kind of dazed depth that no one can understand, and it makes her shrink herself even more.

Everything was too weird, she could only try her best to live with Yan Qitong's name as quietly as possible to wait for a good opportunity.Therefore, she had long ago decided that before she knew what the world was like and whether there was really a way home, she would never reveal her details to anyone—although the other party might not believe it.But how to conceal everything is a very brain-intensive task. Fortunately, she only faced one person, and this person did not know Yan Qitong.

But Sangzi came over with that kind of probing gaze, which made Yan Qitong vigilant.Not to mention that she was originally left-handed and couldn't write with her right hand, the writing brush alone was enough for her to suffer.There is no magical skill that can be practiced overnight, so she has to resort to other methods.

After a while, Yan Qitong's eyes fell on the pot of tea in the middle of the desk.

The tea was freshly brewed, she just wanted to drink it, but she put it down because it was too hot, only to remember the characters in the book on the table.

Yan Qitong stared at that place, gritted his teeth, walked over, picked up the teapot with his left hand and stretched out his right hand.