Xie Wanwan hadn't decided yet: "I won't act rashly before I have absolute evidence, so please rest assured, Madam Su."
As they spent more time together, Xie Wanwan's way of doing things became more and more like Su Luo's.
"That's good."
Knowing the whole story, Su Luo wouldn't be caught off guard when the day actually happened.
Back at the Xie residence, Su Luo spent two days visiting Fu Man Lou and the pharmacy.
Nangong Chiyu hadn't finished carving the words for one instruction manual yet. Du Siyuan was suffering every day because of writing these manuals, but he didn't dare to urge Nangong Chiyu.
It was time for acupuncture again, so Su Luo went by herself. The characters were too small to carve properly, but she still wanted to check on the progress.
At the gate of Prince Yu's mansion, there are still all sorts of people guarding the place.
Even if I can't see Nangong Chiyu, I'll still leave the gift at the door.
Su Luo entered without being stopped by the guards this time, and was allowed to pass through unimpeded.
Most of the people outside didn't recognize Su Luo, and I could hear them talking behind my back.
"Who was that just now? Why can she go in but we can't?"
The soldiers of Prince Yu's mansion were all veterans of the battlefield, their expressions cold and aloof. With just a glance, they dared not raise their voices.
The group whispered among themselves; they were all minor officials who had never been to the main hall.
If you want to take a shortcut to promotion, the best way is to become a disciple of Nangong Chiyu or to marry into his family.
"Lord Lin, was that lady who just went in the palace Prince Yu's lover? How can a woman freely enter and leave Prince Yu's residence?"
The men looked at each other, then suddenly burst into laughter.
"Hahaha...That's wonderful!"
"Alas! I originally thought Prince Yu was an incorrigible man. As long as he liked women, I could send them to him. My daughter is beautiful and not bad-looking."
Another one said disdainfully, "Your Lin family's daughter is nowhere near as beautiful as my daughter. My daughter will definitely win the favor of Prince Yu."
Su Luo shook her head. The words of these people all showed the hardships of women in this era.
Even daughters of officials are sometimes nothing more than pawns in the pursuit of family glory.
As Su Luo entered the courtyard, she saw Nangong Chiyu diligently carving words for her in the sunlight.
A tiny carving knife, carving tiny words.
Chi Yi stood beside him, his brows furrowed and his jaw clenched.
He was holding a piece of cloth in his hand, which was stained with blood.
"Your Highness, why don't you rest for a while? This thing is too small and difficult to carve."
"Your eyes can take it, but your hands won't."
Just as Chi Yi finished speaking, Nangong Chiyu slashed with his carving knife and pricked his fingertip again.
He watched the blood slowly seep out of his flesh, and his expression turned thoughtful.
He didn't know when he learned his carving skills, but after receiving guidance from the Minister of the Imperial Secretariat, he was able to carve characters with difficulty.
It's very slow; the small piece of wood is placed in the prepared square and needs to be supported by hand before it can be carved.
His index finger was covered in cuts, so he used his ring finger to support it. These injuries were nothing to him, except for the bleeding.
Over the past two days, his speed has increased, and he can carve more than fifty characters a day.
"Prince Yu, today is the day for acupuncture. Have you been thinking about anything from the past lately?"
After hearing Chi Yi's words, Su Luo did not linger. She walked into the courtyard and saw two carved characters on the table in front of Nangong Chiyu.
The items were arranged according to the instructions Su Luo gave him. The early spring sunshine was warm, and it was clear that they were the instructions for Baicao Oil and Chuanbei Loquat Syrup.
"No, but I myself cannot understand why I am skilled in carving."
Su Luo sat down in front of him, and Chi Yi silently withdrew.
"This is muscle memory, which means you have the ability to sculpt, but your brain has forgotten what happened before, while your muscles still remember it."
That's why you were able to learn so quickly; even exceptionally gifted people can't do it like you.
Looking at the hands that had taken countless enemy heads, he was amazed that he could still do such meticulous work.
"So, the Deputy Minister of Agriculture has helped me regain one of my old skills."
Su Luo opened the medicine box; this wasn't something she did for him, but something he knew how to do himself.
"Your hand is injured, let me bandage it for you first."
Seeing him carve words on himself, his two fingers covered in wounds of all sizes, Su Shi couldn't bear it.
"No need!"
This time, Su Luo wouldn't let him have his way. She glared at him and sat down next to him.
She held a cotton swab and a bottle of iodine in her hand, which she had taken out of her spatial storage when she heard Chi Yi speak.
She managed to grow cotton, so it's not surprising that it was made into cotton swabs; she had also long ago transferred the iodine solution to a porcelain bottle.
"Hands out!"
Seeing his arrogant demeanor, Su Luo grabbed his left hand and placed it on the table in front of her.
"Don't move!" Su Luo warned him again.
For some reason, Nangong Chiyu always felt that Su Luo gave him a different feeling, as if they had known each other before.
But every time he asked Su Luo, her eyes and expression told him that she wasn't lying.
He trusted his intuition; without a keen sense of instinct, he wouldn't have survived this long.
Looking down at Su Luo's earnest expression as she cleaned his wounds, and at her face, he frowned, and a scene suddenly appeared in his mind.
It was the same woman, head down, playing with ants, her expression exactly the same as Su Luo's.
Why would he remember acupuncture this time when there was no need for it?
Su Luo disinfected his wound with iodine and then bandaged it up. When she looked up, she saw Nangong Chiyu's face right in front of her.
His eyes were very red, I don't know if it was because of the long hours of carving.
His eyes were deep-set, and he looked at himself with a profound sense of inquiry.
"It's bandaged up!"
Nangong Chiyu snapped out of his daze and immediately withdrew his hand.
Su Luo stared at him, then silently retreated to the other side of the table. He had gone crazy after giving her the same look last time.
Will he start asking himself again if he knows him? Will he go crazy again? Or will he suddenly remember something?
"Prince Yu, are you alright?"
Nangong Chiyu couldn't figure out what his memories were, or why Su Luo's bright eyes had triggered them when she looked up.
He discovered that he could recall these scenes not because of acupuncture, but because of Su Luo.
Is there really no relationship between him and Su Luo?
But the person in her memory, apart from being a little thinner than Su Luo, looked exactly the same as her. Why wouldn't Su Luo admit that she knew him?
"I am unharmed!"
Nangong Chiyu turned to look at Su Luo, his eyes always filled with inquiry. If Su Luo was indeed the woman in his memory, then she was probably his wife.
This thought left Nangong Chiyu deeply troubled. He couldn't say he liked Su Luo, but he would still take responsibility.
Right now, all he needs to do is confirm whether this matter is true or not.
“Deputy Minister of Agriculture, what was your husband’s name last time? I have also returned from Beichuan City. I can help you investigate the cause of his death. Perhaps he is still alive.”
“His name is Chen Huaixu. Nangong Qing has already checked for me and confirmed that he died in battle. People from the village who went with him also came back saying that he died in battle. You don’t need to check anymore.”
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