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After Zhao Changyu got excited, his face turned a little sickly red. He held his chest and slowly sat down at the table and said to her: "You should go back first. Grandpa needs to think carefully about how you want to go in the future."

He said: "Don't tell anyone what happened today, including your mother."

Zhao Hanzhang agreed.

Zhao Changyu paused and then said: "Since you said you have lost your memory, then you have lost your memory."

Zhao Changyu didn't believe that his granddaughter had lost her memory. He only thought that she wanted to use this to suppress the second wife. He didn't agree with this move in his heart before, but now...

Forget it, if the child wants to do it, then let’s do it.

Zhao Hanzhang returned to his yard and climbed back on the bed to lie down.

The soul of this body seemed to have really dispersed. She didn't know if she and Professor Fu could return to modern times, but it was obvious that the original owner could not come back.

So, while she was inhabiting this body, she wanted to do something for her and the people she cared about.

Just think of it as rent for borrowing her body.

Moreover, she herself wanted to be more comfortable and better.

The Zhao family's second wife obviously cannot be relied on. Instead of pinning her hopes on them, it is better to follow the little girl's inner thoughts and establish their own first house. At the very least, they must have the ability to protect themselves.

Zhao Hanzhang went over what he had just done in his mind. After confirming that there was nothing wrong, he slid down and sighed: "I'm hungry..."

If you use your brain, you will get hungry quickly.

Zhao Hanzhang called out, "Listen to He."

Tinghe came in hurriedly, "What does Sanniang want?"

"Eat, go to the kitchen and ask for some refreshments. I'm hungry."

Ting He responded with a smile, turned around and left.

After Sanniang was injured, although she was still worried, her appetite was much better than before.

The snacks in the Zhao family's kitchen are naturally delicious. The snacks sent by Ting He are all to her liking. Obviously she and the little girl have similar tastes.

While eating, a servant girl came in with small steps, "San Niang, Imperial Physician Chen is here."

Zhao Hanzhang bit his snack and paused, put it down and told Tinghe to put it away, and asked, "Who hired the imperial physician?"

Thinking about how to deal with it, she heard the little girl say, "It was brought by Uncle Cheng, and he said that the master sent someone to invite him."

Zhao Hanzhang called Ting He to stop, took the snacks back and continued eating, "Please come in."

Doctor Chen came in carrying the medicine box, and what he saw was a little girl sitting on the couch eating snacks. When she saw him coming, she waved, "Mr. Chen, would you like some refreshments first?"

Doctor Chen:...

He looked at Uncle Cheng suspiciously, "Is this Sanniang from the family?"

"Yes." Although Cheng Bo was also surprised, he quickly subdued his surprise, bent down and said, "Please ask the imperial physician to treat my San Niang."

Doctor Chen could only go forward, Zhao Hanzhang was also obedient, put his mind down and stretched out his hand, asking questions and answering them.

"San Niang still can't remember anything?"

"No, I can vaguely remember something," Zhao Hanzhang said: "The scene of someone running to me to report Erlang's departure from the city always flashed in my mind, but what followed was chaos. If I think about it again, I get a splitting headache and my heart beats. accelerate."

Doctor Chen felt her pulse, stared at her, and asked, "Where is that person? Do you recognize him?"

Zhao Hanzhang sighed, "Except for Erlang, I still vaguely remember the girl who came to report the letter, but I only remember her appearance, not her name."

"You don't even remember your parents and siblings?"

Zhao Hanzhang sighed and said yes, and asked with concern: "I don't know when I will remember that my mother cried so much when she came to see me every day. It was difficult to coax her to rest today."

Doctor Chen looked at her silently for a while, then withdrew his hand and said, "San Niang, rest well, if you can't remember it, don't think about it, so as not to make your condition worse."

He said: "Take care of your body first, when the time comes, you will naturally remember."

Zhao Hanzhang thought so deeply, and nodded obediently in response to "Yes".

Imperial Physician Chen left a prescription and left. Cheng Bo bent over Zhao Hanzhang and followed Imperial Physician Chen out.

As soon as Dr. Chen left, the little girl's mother, Mrs. Wang, came hurriedly. Her eyes were still red and swollen, and she cried again after being persuaded by Zhao Hanzhang to go back.

As soon as she entered the door, she stared at Zhao Hanzhang closely and stepped forward quickly, "Sanniang, what did Dr. Chen say?"

Zhao Hanzhang leaned on the bed and pretended to be weak, "The imperial doctor said there is no serious problem, but I just don't remember anything."

Wang's eyes were red again, she held Zhao Hanzhang's hand and wept, "My poor child..."

Zhao Hanzhang let her hold him, and in front of her, he couldn't say the word mother. This sister was about the same age as her, and she was actually the same.

Although her daughter is already fourteen years old, she is still in her prime, only two years older than she was before.

Zhao Hanzhang couldn't say "Mother", but he couldn't bear to see the girl cry, so he quickly shook her hand and changed the topic, "How is Erlang?"

Wang's tears stopped for a moment, and she wiped her eyes with a handkerchief and said, "You are still kneeling in the ancestral hall. This time, your grandfather got angry and punished him personally."

She paused, lowered her voice and said: "Not only Erlang, but also the second wife's aunt also knelt in the ancestral hall. Although your grandfather did not stop us from giving food and drinks, he did not allow them to leave the ancestral hall. Every day, they not only had to kneel, but also carried their backs. Family motto and genealogy, you also know that Erlang is stupid and can recite some genealogy, but the family motto is..."

Zhao Hanzhang pondered in his heart, Erlang, the original brother Zhao Yong, is only twelve years old this year.

She thought for a while and looked at Tinghe, "Go find Uncle Cheng and tell him that I fell asleep after taking the medicine, but accidentally got a nightmare. Now he is sweating all over and calling Erlang, begging him. Let Erlang come and see me."

Tinghe looked at the girl with a fairly rosy complexion and hesitated to speak. After a while, she still bowed her knees and agreed.

Qing Gu, who followed Wang, immediately said, "I'll go with you."

Wang was very worried and asked Zhao Hanzhang, "Wouldn't this be deceiving your grandfather? If your grandfather knew..."

Zhao Hanzhang comforted her and said, "It's okay. What can I hide from my grandfather in this courtyard? If he doesn't want to, he will let Uncle Cheng refuse."

Uncle Cheng did not refuse, so Zhao Erlang, who was pale and could not stand up straight, was helped to Zhao Hanzhang's Qingyi Pavilion. Only Aunt Zhao, Zhao Hewan, was left in the ancestral hall.

Zhao Erlang was helped in. Except in memory, this was the first time Zhao Hanzhang saw this cheap brother in reality.

The twelve-year-old boy was tall and tall, with a chubby face with baby fat. As soon as he entered the door, his eyes met his sister sitting on the bed. Without any warning, he opened his mouth and started to cry. "Sister, sister, wow——"

Zhao Hanzhang was startled, and Wang also started to cry. He ran forward and hugged his son, "Erlang..."

Zhao Erlang cried so loudly that his tears flowed down his face like a bursting river. His eyes were closed tightly. He was helped by his servants and walked to the bedside and touched Zhao Hanzhang. His crying began to subside, but he still cried. Very sad.

While crying, he reluctantly opened his eyes to look at Zhao Hanzhang, looked at her, and cried even louder.

Zhao Hanzhang:......

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