When Madam Gong waited for Mrs. Song and the others to leave, she ordered Nanshan to guard the door. She herself looked at Song Ci, wanting to speak but stopping.

"If you want to laugh, I'll laugh to the fullest." Song Ci spread her hands and said in a very simple manner: "I really have a bad memory. At the beginning, I didn't remember which Miss Wen was."

Madam Gong felt a little deeper, but a smile appeared on her face, saying, "This is also a common thing for the elderly, just an old slave. Sometimes she forgets whether she has washed up or not."

"You don't need to comfort me. I'm so old that I'm only a long time ago, so it's too early." Song Ci sighed.

Madam Gong smiled slightly: "Oh, you say you are young now. You always say that you are old and you always say that you are old."

Song Ci looked at her pitifully, just like Dan Ge'er, who usually wants toys but can't look at him. Her eyes were weak, helpless and pitiful.

Madam Gong's eyes softened and said, "It's okay, if you forget, you will forget it. There will always be an old slave who reminds you."

Song Ci then smiled with his eyes bent and asked someone to bring Dan Ge'er over to play. Madam Gong's face was smiling, but her heart felt sour.

Mrs. Song and Jiang, who came out of Chunhui Hall, inevitably talked about Song Ci's strangeness.

"Sister-in-law, do you think your mother has a bad memory?" Jiang's tone was a little heavy.

Mrs. Song glanced at her and said, "You saw it just now. Although my mother concealed it, she really couldn't remember Miss Wen at that moment. Both the Imperial Doctor and Master Buhui said before that, as she got older, she would forget things more and more."

When Jiang heard this, he felt more and more uncomfortable, and his eyes were a little sad: "How could a person like my mother get such a disease? God is so unfair."

"It was also the hardship I endured when I was young."

Jiang sighed: "Young endured hardships, and you should have endured all the hardships. You also know that your father-in-law is a irresponsible person. He only managed this family by relying on his mother to manage this family. He finally survived today. The eldest brother has a great future and has a lot of children and grandchildren, so he should enjoy his old age. But the fact is that he is weak and sick, and now his body looks tough, but he is beginning to forget things. I wonder if you have noticed that my mother's hair is getting grayer."

Mrs. Song said: "A person's life is probably not perfect. God will not let a person be happy anymore, and he will always leave some regrets."

Jiang was unable to argue for a moment and said, "No matter what, God is just unfair. Alas. Sister-in-law, go and talk to your third brother and sister about going to the Zhou Palace for a meal. I will go back to the warehouse to take a look, but some of the best medicinal herbs will be sent to my mother."

Mrs. Song nodded with a smile.

This time, Song Ci received filial piety from his daughter-in-law Jiang, and sent her many medicinal supplements with excellent quality in the year.

Song Ci looked at the pile of medicinal herbs, then looked at Madam Gong, and said quietly: "She thinks I need it."

Madam Gong said seriously: "You think too much. The children's filial piety has always come from sincerity, just to be purely filial to you."

Song Ci smiled smirked, I believe your evil, it is obvious that Jiang thinks that I am not good at brain, otherwise, what does this Polygonum multiflorum with a thick arm mean?

"Oh, little ancestor, you can't chew this!" Song Ci glanced at Brother Dan'er taking apart a ginseng, grabbed it and chewed it, and couldn't help but scream.
Chapter completed!