Chapter 282: What a rare talent the Sixth Prince was

"Then Aunt Qing, Jiujiu will go find the emperor right away. You take a good look at Brother Dazhuang and Sister Xia, and then wait for Jiujiu to come back."

"good."

Qingzi's eyes were full of indulgence and pampering.

Jiujiu left, taking the basket of red dates with her, to find her father.

But Jiujiu learned halfway that her father had gone to Fengyi Palace to visit her mother, so she had to go to Fengyi Palace to find her father.

After arriving at Fengyi Palace, Jiujiu was affected by the heavy atmosphere throughout the palace.

The palace maids all had stern faces and gloomy eyes, and some of them were even secretly shedding tears.

The atmosphere was heavy and depressing.

Jiujiu could no longer be happy, her steps became heavy, and her mood was difficult to express in words.

Jiujiu lowered her head, slowly walked into Fengyi Palace, and came to the queen's bedside.

Emperor Zhaoning was also there at this moment, and seemed to be talking to the Queen.

It is unknown what he said.

It's probably not a good topic.

Jiujiu sighed.

"Jiujiu, you're here?" When Emperor Zhaoning saw Jiujiu, his mood was not so heavy at all and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Yes, here I come."

Jiujiu forced herself to suppress the emotions in her heart and took out the red dates from the basket for everyone to eat.

"Dad, Mom, would you both like to try this date?"

"So sweet."

"Okay, try one."

Emperor Zhaoning and the Empress tasted a date each.

To be honest, both of them had no appetite and didn't want to eat, but they didn't want to see the little girl disappointed and unhappy, so they ate reluctantly.

However, after eating the dates, both of them were shocked.

This date...

It’s really delicious.

It tastes better than anything in the palace.

The dates in the palace are not so fresh and sweet.

The two of them ate a few more, and after they finished, Jiujiu told Emperor Zhaoning that she wanted Qingzi to choose a day to rest.

Emperor Zhaoning agreed.

The Queen said nothing.

The queen's body could not bear it and her old illness relapsed. She was very tired and fell asleep after eating the dates.

Jiujiu wanted to persuade the queen again, but Emperor Zhaoning asked her to leave first so as not to disturb the queen's rest and to talk later.

The queen couldn't sleep at night these past two days and her mind was a little unclear. She kept calling the names of her two sons and became confused.

Only today was I a little more conscious. I ate a few dates and slept peacefully.

Just let her sleep a little longer!

"Okay!" Jiujiu looked at the queen reluctantly, then went to the Imperial Hospital to find Dazhuang and Xia Xiaoyun.

At this moment, Da Zhuang was being treated by Doctor Qing.

Doctor Qing saw that Da Zhuang had suffered a serious head injury and bruises, so that he now often had headaches. Some fragmented fragments of memory always flashed through his mind, which he could not grasp or hold firmly, but were real.

This is a sign that the once lost memories are recovering.

Doctor Qing explained the situation to Da Zhuang and then started to give him acupuncture.

She wanted to use acupuncture to disperse the blood congestion in Dazhuang's head. In this way, Dazhuang's head would no longer hurt and his memory would hopefully be restored earlier.

But, just this one injection is not enough.

It will take at least half a month of continuous acupuncture for the pain to go away.

But judging from the way Da Zhuang and Xia Xiaoyun were dressed, they should be ordinary people and their families did not live in the capital. If they did not live in the capital, how could she continue to give them acupuncture?

This is really a big problem.

Qingzi didn't know how to solve it.

Wait until the little princess comes back and ask her again!

Qingzi thought so and gave acupuncture to Dazhuang carefully. After the acupuncture, Dazhuang felt urgent and wanted to relieve himself, so the medicine boy took him there.

Xia Xiaoyun did not follow. She stayed and asked Doctor Qing to take her pulse and see how the fetus was.

On the way back from relieving himself, Da Zhuang's headache was gone, but several fragmented fragments of memory flashed through his mind again.

The scary thing is that this fragment of memory completely matches his current environment.

Da Zhuang looked at the world he was in in confusion, muttering to himself: "I'm just a farmer."

"How can there be memories of the palace?"

“How strange.”

"This is my first time in the palace."

"Everything here should feel unfamiliar."

Da Zhuang thought so, rubbed his head, and walked slowly forward in the direction of his memory. He walked through all the places that matched the fragments of his memory.

The rough big hands stroked the tiles of the palace wall beside him one by one.

The feeling of a big hand stroking the tiles was very familiar, as if he had done the same thing many years ago.

Da Zhuang became more and more confused.

The palace maids who saw Da Zhuang near the Imperial Hospital also felt that he looked familiar, but they really couldn't remember where they had seen him.

“No.”

"Your memory is messed up! It happened all of a sudden."

"No, no, no, it's not a memory disorder. He...he really looks like the Sixth Prince who was washed away by the river that year. Yes, it's the Sixth Prince."

"But the Sixth Prince back then was only twelve years old, yet he was able to go out of the palace to deal with floods. He was such a rare talent, so different from the person in front of me."

Today's Sixth Prince Feng Tianshu, also known as Da Zhuang, has experienced a great catastrophe of life and death. As time goes by, he has spent nearly ten long years working hard in the fields. He is no longer the young man he used to be.

Even though he looks better than most people, he can't compare to the proud child of heaven who had just started out.

He now has dark skin, thick joints, and wears linen clothes. His body shows signs of being worn down by time, and his eyes no longer have the same brilliance as before. He is nothing more than a farmer.

There is a huge difference between him and the Sixth Prince.

"What are you thinking? How could this person be the Sixth Prince?"

"If this man is the Sixth Prince, I will have no descendants."

A eunuch said.

"Ahem..." Aren't you already childless?

Besides, there's no point in talking about cutting off your lineage and grandchildren.

"Stop." The eunuch who spoke had no idea that everyone was looking at him meaningfully after he said that. He stretched out his hand to stop Da Zhuang who was moving forward and asked, "Who are you? Where are you going? This palace is not a place where you can walk around randomly."

"Go back to where you came from."

When Da Zhuang heard this, he took out the token that Jiujiu gave him when he entered the palace. Jiujiu said that this thing could help him solve problems when he got into trouble.

When people in the palace saw this thing, no one dared to embarrass him and everyone gave way.

Anyone who dares to make things difficult will die.

Sure enough, after the eunuch saw what Da Zhuang was holding, he nodded respectfully and took a step back, making way for him. He did not dare to stop him. He even said flatteringly, "My dear guest of the princess, if you want to go find the princess, I can take you there."

"I'm not a bother."

"I am willing to lead the way for you."

"No need." Da Zhuang refused.

Da Zhuang just wanted to walk around according to the fragments that emerged in his memory, wherever he went, there was no need to go anywhere in particular.

He just wanted to find a solution for those strange yet familiar fragments in his memory.