As everyone guessed, after the New Year, Song Ci suddenly became confused. When she woke up in a coma, she often couldn't remember things or even people.

Even though everyone knew it, they were still panicked about it.

Even if this person was injured, it was normal for him to sleep in the sickbed. They were mentally prepared, but why did they suddenly not recognize the person?

There is no sign of this. Even Song Zhiyuan, her eldest son, would have misunderstood.

Only Song Ci herself knew that she would gradually fade away the memories of this era and leave lightly, just like when she came.

Song Ci was a little reluctant and didn't understand. Remember that there was any harm to her in the past ten years? God is also stingy. It's like letting her go down to earth to experience it. Just experience it. After the matter is done, pat her butt and leave. She doesn't let her take away any memories?

Very stingy.

Boom.

Song Ci was shocked. This was a rare time when she was awake, but she secretly scolded her in her heart. As for letting Lei Gong scare her?

"Madam?" Madam Gong looked at Song Ci worriedly and asked in a gentle voice: "But you were scared?"

Song Ci nodded: "Why did it thunder? How many months have it been?"

Madam Gong was a little sad and replied: "It's almost time to Jingzhe."

Life is passing quickly, and in this blink of an eye, it is almost March of Yang Chun, and it may have been a long time since Song Ci was confused.

Song Ci said oh, thought for a while, and asked again: "My private room has been tidied up."

Madam Gong's heart skipped a beat, her nasal voice was a little heavy, she nodded softly.

"Are all the family here today?"

Madam Gong said, "Madam, do you want to?"

Song Ci smiled slightly: "While I'm awake today, let them come here, and these things will be distributed to them sooner or later."

"Madam!"

Madam Gong felt extremely distressed and knelt down, crying.

Nanshan also knelt down, tears kept falling, and the rest of the people who were serving in the house knelt down and cried.

"What are you crying? Don't cry. Your grandmother is still fine. Before it's time to cry, I will take back my tears. You don't think it's bad, I still think it's bad." Song Ci gave them an angry look.

"Madam, Grandma." Madam Gong held her hand and felt very uncomfortable.

"Go, you should divide the amount. You can't wait until I'm confused before fighting. Then the bloody relationship that will make you feel hurt." Song Ci smiled and said, "Call the old man and the aunt together. Madam Gong, get up quickly, don't kneel so hard that my legs hurt, I will feel distressed."

Madam Gong wiped the corner of her eyes with a veil, looked at the maid in the room, nodded, and the latter went out to call someone.

Song Ci asked the rest of the people to take out her private account books, especially those jewelry and other things, to gather them all one by one, and it is easy to distribute them.

To be honest, over the years, as Song Zhiyuan became bigger and bigger, her family became richer and richer. In addition to the gifts she received, the gifts she received in the palace and the children were filial to her, she also saved a lot of good things, including precious jewelry, antique calligraphy, paintings, and ancient books. They are countless.

"I am indeed rich." Song Ci smiled and said to Nanshan: "You read it to me again, there are some things."
Chapter completed!