The Miracle Doctor’s Two-Faced Toddler

In the middle of winter's night, there were thunder and lightning, and strong winds.

A hurried carriage stopped in front of the Imperial College.

The gate of the Guozijian had been smashed through, blood splashed all over the wall, and a corpse that hadn't escaped lay lying on the threshold.

Gao Yuan jumped out of the carriage, and a strong smell of blood came out of his nostrils, making him retch uncontrollably.

Fusheng...Fusheng...Fusheng! He knelt down and shook the corpse on the threshold, but it was a pity that the corpse was already dead.

He stood up with a pale complexion, and staggered into the Imperial College where the blood flowed like a river.

Feng Xu!

Ayou!

Gu Chang!

He called students one by one, but no one could answer him anymore.

A bolt of lightning struck the bloody hall, and he saw the man standing on the steps of the hall.

The man was dressed in black clothes and stood tall, his eyes were so cold that they almost merged with the cold night.

The man looked at him for a moment, and Gao Yuan felt that he saw Shura in the dark night.

Gao Yuan said in horror and anger: It was you...you...killed them...you...you killed them all?

The corner of the man's lips pulled out a cold arc: I will ask you again, where is my son?

Gao Yuan's eyes were red: They all don't know! Why did you kill them!

The man said lightly: So you know the truth?

Gao Yuan was stiff all over.

Uncle!

Accompanied by a rush of hooves, a seventeen-year-old boy rushed in anxiously.

Gao Yuan's eyes trembled: Who told you to come! Hurry up and go back!

Chi~ the man smiled coldly.

Uncle. The young man came to Gao Yuan's side, glanced at the invincible man, frowned, and said, I know you! You are the one who robbed us at the inn before!

Go back! Gao Yuan scolded in a low voice.

I'm not going back! The young man pulled out his sword, and looked at the man with a stern gaze, If you dare to touch my uncle's hair, I will kill you right now!

Hearing his threatening words, the man didn't even raise his eyelids: Gao Jijiu, I'm going to give you one last chance. I'll count to three. If you still don't tell me the whereabouts of my son, I will kill you. Kill your little nephew.

How dare you! the boy shouted.

one.

Cold sweat broke out on Gao Yuan's forehead.

two.

Gao Yuan pinched his fingers tightly.

three.

I said— Gao Yuan growled.

late.

As soon as the man's cold voice fell, a long sword pierced the boy's heart...

Qi Lin— Gao Yuan yelled, and sat up!

The little boy sitting on the edge of the bed looked at him strangely: I'm here, what's wrong with you, uncle?

Gao Yuan looked at the familiar room, then at the young man in front of him, and heaved a long sigh of relief.

He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said, It's nothing, I had a nightmare.

What did you dream about? Qi Lin asked curiously.

Gao Yuan looked away and said, ...forgot.

Oh. Qi Lin expressed his understanding. After all, he didn't remember any dreams he had when he opened his eyes. Eh? Uncle, why are you unhappy?

Gao Yuan didn't answer him, but wiped off the unstoppable cold sweat on his forehead, grabbed his arm tightly and said, Lin'er, you promise uncle one thing, no matter what happens in the future, you must not go to Provoke someone.

Who is it?

Yan Jiuchao.

...

In the backyard of the Bai Mansion, two heavy flatbreads stuffed with mutton and carrots and scallion oil went into Yan Jiuchao's stomach without any residue.

Young Master Yan was full and in a good mood.

He looked at the little guy beside him, and opened his golden mouth in a rare way.

My name is Iron Egg!

Young Master Yan shut up.

Soon, move again.

I live in Lotus Village!

Young Master Yan shut up again.

Moved again for the third time.

Scallion pancakes are made by my elder sister!

The highest state of chatterbox is not only speaking your own words, but also speaking other people's words, so that others have nothing to say!

Young Master Yan gave Little Tiedan a depressed look.

Little Tiedan was embarrassed by the look, and smiled embarrassingly: You can say whatever you want, and I won't interrupt.

Young Master Yan: Stop talking!

Yan Jiuchao moved his clothes, and stepped on the ladder calmly.

He is shameless, but Uncle Wan still wants it. Uncle Wan has always adhered to the bottom line, standing by the wall, and only after he came over did he catch up worriedly: Young master, you have gone too far this time, you are a dignified young master of Yancheng! Lord, how can you just eat something from a strange child?

do you know that kid Do you know who he is? Aren't you afraid that someone will take the opportunity to poison you to death?

It's true that you can't just eat other people's food. Yan Jiuchao agreed.

Uncle Wan was taken aback for a moment, and then tears filled his eyes. After working hard for so long, the young master, whose ears were as hard as rocks, finally listened to his persuasion!

Yan Jiuchao pointed to the three carts of congratulatory gifts behind him, and said to the guard, Send it to that little guy.

This is not a casual meal!

He traded it for something.

Uncle Wan, who instantly felt two arrows hit his knee: ...

What are you doing in a daze? Aren't you going to visit Yan's residence? Yan Jiuchao looked at Uncle Wan dissatisfied.

Oh, do you still remember the Yan Mansion?

But the congratulations are all gone for you! What kind of trouble is going to go empty-handed? !

Uncle Wan had no choice but to persuade Yan Jiuchao to stay in the carriage first. He hurried back to the Young Master's Mansion and hurriedly packed a bunch of congratulatory gifts.

Due to the rush of time, the three cars could not be assembled, and there was only one single car left.

However, to make matters worse, when he dragged the congratulatory gift with great difficulty and was finally able to go to Yan's residence, Yan Jiuchao had already fallen asleep with a green onion in his arms...

Yan Jiuchao failed to go to Chengyan Mansion in the end.

Uncle Wan dragged a cart full of rickety congratulatory gifts by himself, and confronted Ms. Yan and Mrs. Yan.

I thought it was Young Master Yan who came here in person, the Yan family put on a big battle, not only called all the guests to watch, but also almost held up the ancestral tablets.

As a result...they only saw one Uncle Wan.

There was such an outstanding young master at the stall, Uncle Wan was ten years old in the morning, and he didn't look like a high-ranking manager, but more like a handyman in the garden.

Look at the gift car he dragged here, the antique vase with missing legs (it was bumped in the car), the painted golden nanmu armchair (scratched when it was dragged into the car), and the moldy Baiyue Frost Dried Persimmon (It was rewarded by the Holy Majesty last year, and I forgot to eat and throw it away)...

Everyone: This, this is not to visit the Yan family, but to humiliate the Yan family!

Mrs. Yan didn't bring it up in one breath, she rolled her eyes and passed out...