The Miracle Doctor’s Two-Faced Toddler

The sky was bright, and Yu Wan slowly woke up from her sleep.

Last night was a ten-day day, the two of them tossed a little late, Yu Wan didn't quite remember when she fell asleep, and it was only when she opened her eyes again.

Looking at the bright sky, Yu Wan secretly sighed, alas, I got up late again.

When I was in the young master's mansion earlier, I could comfort myself by saying that counting money until my hands cramp, and sleeping until I woke up naturally was because there were no elders living in the mansion, what should I say now? There are too many elders, and getting up is getting later every day.

Hey, how depraved I am!

Yu Wan covered her eyes and said ashamedly.

Luckily the old lady never minded—

The old lady has beautiful little grandchildren and little black eggs, and she doesn't care for an ugly little grandson...

Yu Wan lifted the quilt and sat up, opened the curtain, and smelled a refreshing fragrance of flowers.

Then she saw a few more white or pink camellias in the vase on the bedside table. The flowers bloomed very well, and they were in full bloom early in the morning. her aesthetic.

You don't have to guess who did it.

Thinking of him going to the flower garden early in the morning to pick flowers and pitcher plants for her, Yu Wan felt a warm current flow through her heart.

Yan Jiuchao had finished taking the medicine bath, and he was sitting quietly in front of the bed at this moment, carefully flipping through the books in his hand, the golden sunlight hit his handsome face, he was immersed in his own world, his whole body seemed to be Exudes a book aroma full of economics.

My husband-in-law is really... salty and sweet...

Yu Wan couldn't help but bend the corners of her lips, dressed neatly and went to wash up.

When I came to the dressing table to comb my hair after washing, I opened the drawer and saw a new pair of pearl hairpins.

After all, this wasn't the first time he received a surprise from him. He always said nothing, but there were always a few more things he carefully prepared in the room from time to time.

Yu Wan felt that her husband must have cared about her!

Yu Wan walked over with a smile, put her hands behind her back, leaned slightly, leaned in front of his eyes and said, Yan Jiuchao, if one day you let people drug you, will you forget me?

What did you forget about you? Are you so ugly? Yan Jiuchao thought about it seriously, Well, probably not.

Yu Wan's face darkened.

I'm not moved at all, I just want to kill this guy!

Recently, the life in Helian Mansion has been relatively calm. The old lady has a young son and a beautiful daughter-in-law. She is so happy every day. The youngest son is busy with work, so he doesn't often come to her room, but the daughter-in-law is filial. ! Playing leaf cards tirelessly with her, an old woman, every day, and also taught her to push Pai Gow, roll dice, and bet on big and small!

The old lady was so happy as a fairy!

In comparison, the life of the three little black eggs was a bit miserable.

The weather was not very good for the first two days, and the three little black eggs caught wind and cold one after another. First, Xiaobao sneezed all night, then Erbao started coughing, and finally Dabao burned for a whole day in a daze.

So far this morning, all three little guys have snot bubbles on them.

Sick little ones become clingy.

The three of them sat pitifully on the threshold, and seeing Yu Wan approaching, Xiao Bao stretched out his little hand in aggrieved way: Mother, hug.

Yu Wan hugged Xiao Bao and touched his forehead: It's still hot, have you taken the medicine?

Xiaobao buried his face in his mother's neck, and said coquettishly, Xiaobao doesn't drink medicine.

It won't get better if you don't drink the medicine. Yu Wan coaxed softly.

Yan Jiuchao also came over, stretched out his slender fingertips like jade, and touched his son.

Xiaobao thought he was going to hug him away, so he snorted and said, Don't be hugged by stinky daddy!

Yan Jiuchao gave him a chestnut.

Xiao Bao burst into tears in pain!

Yan Jiuchao hugged Erbao and Dabao.

The symptoms of the two little guys were more urgent than Xiaobao's, their faces were flushed with fever, and they were also a little sick. Their little heads were leaning weakly on their father's shoulders. If they were in the past, they would go and grab Xiaobao's mother. , but this time there is no strength.

Zi Su, Fu Ling, and a nimble little maid each held a bowl of porridge.

This is breakfast for the three little ones. After half an hour of feeding, they only managed to eat a few mouthfuls.

I'll come. Yu Wan said.

The young couple took the child back to the house and were about to put the three of them on the chairs, but none of them let go.

In the end, Yu Wan had to feed the little treasure in her arms first, and then hugged the little treasure to feed the big and second treasures in Yan Jiuchao's arms.

Xiaobao's fever is not severe, and his appetite is not bad. After eating more than half a bowl of porridge, Dabao and Erbao couldn't eat any more.

Yu Wan was so distressed that she rubbed the heads of the two of them: Do you want to eat candied haws?

The two nodded in a daze.

In the end, the candied haws were bought, but the two still couldn't eat them.

The old lady also heard about the little great-grandson's illness, she rushed over to see them with a cane, but was blocked by Yan Jiuchao.

The old lady is getting old, it will be very dangerous if a few little guys are infected.

The old lady didn't see her little great-grandson, and she was not even in the mood to play the leaf card.

On the other side, in the female monarch's mansion, Shura was also soaked in snot.

Because of Shura's accidental letting go of the old man, Nangongli was so angry that he vomited blood, and ignored Shura for several days, finally made up his mind to visit his yard, and saw Shura sitting pitifully on the threshold.

When did Shura become fond of sitting on the threshold?

No, how could Shura be sick? !

No one in the house caught the cold!

Who gave him the sickness?

Shura looked helpless and pitiful.

Nangongli originally planned to criticize him for letting go of the ghost priest, but suddenly she couldn't bear to speak when she saw him like this.

Come here! Nangong Li said.

Junwang. A guard stepped forward and bowed his hands.

Nan Gongli ordered: Go and invite the imperial doctor so that he can heal Shura.

Yes! The guard took the order and went.

Nangong Li came to Shura today, of course not only to settle old scores, but more importantly, he wanted Shura to help him solve a few people.

He has thought about it, although his father's situation has stabilized temporarily, but as long as Yan Jiuzhao is still in Nanzhao, there is no guarantee that his father will not see him again, and when he sees him, his father will touch the memories of the past.

The best way is to make that person disappear in Nanzhao forever!

But now that Shura is sick like this, Nangongli is worried that his already difficult brain will become more and more confused, don't kill the wrong person at that time, and then stab him, Nangongli decided to go to the national teacher first after thinking about it.

The national teacher just came down to court, and ran into Nan Gongli on the way back to the national teacher's hall.

He got out of the carriage, bowed his hands and saluted: Jun Wang.

Nan Gongli looked at the national teacher, then looked at the disciple Wan Feng who was brought by the national teacher, and said: The national teacher, get in the car, I have something to say to you alone.

The national teacher nodded, then turned to Wan Feng and said, You go back to the National Teacher Hall first.

Yes, Master. Wan Feng got into the carriage and left.

The national teacher got into Nangongli's carriage.

Nangongli lifted the curtain of the window, glanced at the carriage that disappeared at the end, and said, Is that little disciple the one who went to interrogate the little thief who broke into the National Teacher Hall at night, but was taken hostage by the little thief? that?

It's him. The national teacher said.

Nangongli smiled faintly: For such a heinous mistake, the national teacher not only did not deal with him, but still reused him, the national teacher... really thinks highly of this little apprentice.

The national teacher said with a blank expression: Wan Feng will not betray me, why does His Highness want me?

The national teacher probably doesn't know the origin of the few thieves who broke into the national teacher's hall?

What's the history?

They are the same as Shura, they all come from the ghost clan.

What? The national teacher was stunned, How could the ghost clansman work hand in hand with them? Could it be...

Could it be? Now, it was Nangongli's turn to look sideways, Did the national teacher know something earlier?

The national teacher frowned and said: To tell you the truth, I met the eldest concubine of Yan Jiu Dynasty when I was in the Great Zhou Dynasty. She was very similar to the Great Emperor Ji back then. I once suspected that she was the daughter of the Great Emperor Ji. I came to check on her Fan, it turned out not to be.

I'm afraid you are being deceived. Nan Gongli took out a portrait from his wide sleeve, Have you seen this old man in Dazhou?

Isn't this the old man from Lianhua Village? the national teacher asked.

Nangongli sneered: He is a priest of the ghost clan. He has seen you, but you have never seen him. I am afraid that he recognized you when he was in Lianhua Village, so he made a trick to dispel Yu Wan's suspicion. doubt.

The national teacher was puzzled: Why did they do this?

I don't know either. Nan Gongli calmly put away the scroll.

Soon, the national teacher thought of a new question: If the eldest concubine of the Yan Jiu Dynasty is indeed the daughter of the Great Emperor Ji, then isn't she...

Nangongli took his words: That's right, she is the little princess of Nanzhao, and she is more pure-blooded than my adoptive younger sister.

The national teacher couldn't digest such a huge amount of information for a while, he took a deep breath, trying to suppress the shock in his heart.

Nangongli smiled mockingly: My little cousin is not as simple as it looks on the surface, she was so weak back then, she even deceived me, and turned around and borrowed her son to take the position, and married my half-brother.

The national teacher also knew about the identity of the son-in-law. He was not too surprised to hear Nan Gongli say that, but the little cousin... for some reason, the national teacher felt a little weird.

The national teacher calmed down and asked, What does the county king need me to do?

Nan Gongli smiled coldly: Didn't the national teacher meet the prince and concubine of Yancheng in the Great Zhou Dynasty? I need the national teacher to identify them and let the monarch send them out of Nanzhao!