The Miracle Doctor’s Two-Faced Toddler

Nangong Yan didn't have the heart to take care of Nangongli's little emotions, the three days passed in a flash, and that would be her last chance, and she had to put all her energy into the duel with Dadiji.

She knew that Da Di Ji had masters in her hands, she had taken it lightly many times, and she would not do so in the future.

Taking a deep breath, and resisting the agitation, she looked down at Dabao on the stool.

Dabao was still looking at her with his big black eyes open without blinking.

She sighed, stretched out her hand and rubbed his bald little head: I wish they were as obedient as you.

However, after Nangong Li walked out angrily, she sat down on the steps outside the house alone.

He couldn't figure out who that man was and what kind of relationship he had with his mother, and he couldn't even understand that Yan Jiuchao had done such inhuman things to his mother, how could she still protect his child?

Yes, he's a good hostage.

But as long as he lives is enough, isn't it?

What's the point of torturing him?

They have suffered so much at the hands of Yan Jiuchao, and the father should pay the debt, isn't it justified?

Nan Gongli will not admit that she is more jealous of Yan Jiuchao, not only because of himself, but also because he has given birth to several such excellent children, the old Qizhang little Gu, and the little Highness of Nanzhao!

He still remembered that when he was five years old, he accidentally entered the Golden Luan Hall by mistake.

He saw his grandfather sitting on the glittering golden dragon chair, he walked up the steps curiously, but was carried down by his servant after walking a few steps.

He still remembers his grandfather's expression.

Grandpa frowned, as if he had done something he shouldn't have done.

What about this kid?

Why can he walk up, why can he sit on the dragon chair, and why can he hold the jade seal as a toy?

Grandpa is too eccentric!

Li'er.

When Nangong Li's eyes turned red with anger from her own thoughts, an extremely gentle voice suddenly came from behind.

Nangongli's thoughts came to an abrupt end, he narrowed his eyes and was furious, with an indifference on his face: What are you here for?

He didn't have to look back to guess who it was.

Bai Qianli sat down beside him, and looked at him dotingly: What is Li'er thinking? So preoccupied?

Nan Gongli said unceremoniously: What are you doing? This king warns you, you'd better stay away from Di Ji, she is not someone you can provoke!

Bai Qianli was not annoyed when she was attacked, she lowered her head and smiled softly: Okay, I won't provoke her.

His obedience made Nangongli's expression slightly pale, and Nangongli said again: You'd better leave here now, and don't appear in front of us again!

Bai Qianli said: I'm afraid I can't do this.

Only then did he feel that this person was quite sensible, and dared to disobey his orders when he turned around, Nangongli said displeased: Why?

You know why. Bai Qianli said.

Some things are better not to know than to know, and if you guess it, you have to pretend you didn’t guess it. Bai Qianli’s words completely angered Nan Gongli. He stood up, pulled out the sword at his waist and pointed at Bai Qianli: What! It is also worthy of serving my mother!

The smile in Bai Qianli's eyes finally disappeared bit by bit. He raised his head, looked at Nan Gongli firmly, and said word by word: I am your father.

Nangongli was furious: You are talking nonsense!

I haven't. Bai Qianli said.

Nangong Li was so angry that her body was trembling: Shut up! You are not my father! My father is King Yan of the Great Zhou Dynasty! You are not a face hidden in the deep mountains and old forests!

Even though he had guessed that his reaction would be like this, he was still disappointed when he actually saw it. Bai Qianli felt as uncomfortable as a needle prick in his heart. He stopped talking, got up calmly and went back to the room.

Nangong Li clenched the sword in her hand, looked at his back and said, Don't dream! You will never be my father!

What are you arguing about! Nangong Yan walked out of the room and looked at Nangongli coldly.

Nangongli also looked at her, eyes full of resentment, then he gritted his teeth, threw the sword in his hand, and rushed into the night without looking back.

Li'er... Bai Qianli, who had just entered the room, heard the movement, turned around and chased him out.

Nan Gongli stopped him: Don't worry about him, he wants to be willful, let him go.

Bai Qianli worried: It's so late, will it be dangerous for him to wander around in the woods?

Nangong Yan frowned and said: With Shura secretly protecting him, nothing will happen.

Bai Qianli glanced at Nangong Yan, and persuaded him: Don't be angry with him, blame me if you want to, I shouldn't have told him his life experience so abruptly.

In the past, Nangong Yan would not have agreed with him to do this, but now, these things no longer matter to her.

Nangong Yan said: For such a grown-up man, he still plays his temper like a child, Dabao is more sensible than him.

Bai Qianli paused: Dabao...is that child? Is he the flesh and blood of Yan Jiuchao?

Nangong Yan said indifferently: The eldest son of Yan Jiuchao is deeply loved by my father, and my father gave him all the imperial seals.

Bai Qianli was surprised.

The monarch loves this child so much, is it because he wants to make him a heir?

Bai Qianli thought that the child didn't seem to have cried a single sound since he came here, and he was even less cautious and frightened when he saw strangers. Judging from these two points alone, he was indeed not a child of ordinary luck.

Yan Jiuchao knows this place, will he come here? Bai Qianli did not hide from Nangong Yan about Yan Jiuchao's visit.

Nangong Yan said coldly: So what? Come one, I'll let Shura kill one!

Dabao~

Dabao~

Where are you, Dabao? Xiaobao took Erbao's hand and pushed open the door of a wing room.

The two little guys poked their heads to look in. They were most afraid of the dark, but they still bravely went in in order to find Dabao.

Dabao, come out~ Xiaobao bent down and looked under the bed.

You are not allowed to hide, Dabao, we have surrendered. Erbao opened the cabinet door.

The two searched the house, but there was no big treasure, so they went out hand in hand, continuing to search from room to room.

Zisu had just washed the dishes and came out, when she saw the two people strolling in the corridor, she hurried over and knelt down and said, Oh, young master, didn't you guys sleep? Why did you come out again? You haven't put on your shoes yet, how cold the ground is? what!

We can't sleep. Xiao Bao said.

Look for Dabao. Erbao said.

Zisu felt sore, and didn't know how to explain it to them, so she had to repeat the lines she made up earlier in the morning: Didn't you say that Dabao went to the palace to accompany Grandma?

Why hasn't he come back? Xiaobao asked.

He... Zisu said awkwardly, I'll be back in two days.

Why didn't you take us there? Grandma doesn't like us? Xiaobao asked again.

Zisu was stopped by the words, how did Madam explain it? Let the two children play jokes, she forgot the words!

Of course grandma likes you, but we like you too. If you all leave, we will be sad too. King Yan appeared in time.

Zi Su breathed a sigh of relief, got up and bowed: My lord.

You step back. King Yan said.

Yes. Zi Su withdrew as she said.

King Yan walked up to the two with two pairs of small tiger-toed shoes, knelt down and lifted their little feet one by one, and put the shoes on for them.

King Yan led them back to the house, fetched hot water, wiped their little feet, and let them lie down on the soft blanket.

Erbao and Xiaobao reluctantly accepted the fact that the three brothers were not together because they accompanied different elders, but they still missed Dabao very much.

When will Dabao come back? Erbao asked.

This question was asked no less than a hundred times, and they answered no less than a hundred times. King Yan said patiently: In two days.

Xiao Bao counted with his fingers: Two days, it's agreed.

Yeah. King Yan nodded with a smile, tucked up the quilt for them, patted their small shoulders, and coaxed them to sleep.

Ugh.

The two little guys sighed in their hearts at the same time, they really miss Dabao.

In the bamboo forest on the other side, Dabao also lay down, he had no one to coax him, only a mute slave entered the house and turned off the light for him.

He took off his shoes awkwardly, climbed onto the bed in black, placed himself in the middle of the bed, and pulled the quilt over it.

He curled up small.

He rubbed his reddened eye sockets.

Dabao is not cold.

Dabao is not afraid.

Dabao doesn't cry.

Dabao must be strong.

...

After Erbao and Xiaobao fell asleep, King Yan called Fuling and Yingliu to guard them, while he went to Xiao Zhenting's yard.

Are you looking for Marshal? He's not here, he's gone to buy me something to eat. Shangguan Yan said looking at King Yan who was visiting in the middle of the night.

Since the two met Maimang, it was hard to imagine that King Yan would take the initiative to come to see Xiao Zhenting.

It's okay. Yan Wang had already guessed what Xiao Zhenting was going to do, it was definitely not to buy food for Shangguan Yan.

Yan Wang's prediction was right, buying food was just a cover, Xiao Zhenting went out overnight to find Dabao.

Bai Qianli's bamboo forest, he found the bamboo forest where Bai Qianli was.

The reason why he was able to find this place was also due to his high martial arts skills. When Ying Shisan and Ying Liu reported the news to Yan Jiuchao, he overheard it. He was not sure that Nangong Yan would bring Dabao here, he just came to meet him. As luck would have it, as soon as he entered the forest, he felt an unusual aura.

Xiao Zhenting paused suspiciously, and after thinking for a moment, his expression changed slightly: Sura!

As soon as the words fell, a breath of internal energy turning into blades hit his life gate fiercely.

Xiao Zhenting pointed his toes and flew up, avoiding a blow.

The bamboo behind him was not so lucky, hundreds of dense green bamboos were broken under this air blade.

Xiao Zhenting felt a severe chill in his heart.

Such a powerful skill!

Xiao Zhenting's internal strength is one of the few in the world, but if the blow just now was head-on, he is not sure that he can catch it unscathed like the last time he faced Shura.

Is Shura here so scary?

What is scary is not Shura, but the three Shuras!

The three Shura released their internal power at the same time, firmly suppressing Xiao Zhenting.

One may still have a chance to fight with it, and three have almost no way to escape.

Just as a Shura stabbed ruthlessly towards Xiao Zhenting's heart with a sword, a white figure suddenly appeared and blocked Xiao Zhenting's body.

stop!

Nangong Yan shouted loudly.

Shura who was holding the sword turned around and brushed past King Yan's side.

Shura's figure only appeared for a moment before disappearing into the night.

The suppression of the three Shuras disappeared at the same time, and Xiao Zhenting was finally able to move. He clutched his chest, his body shook, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Are you okay? King Yan turned to support him.

Shura's suppression is usually only aimed at warriors. People like Yan Wang who have no power to restrain chickens are like ants in Shura's eyes. When he approached or appeared, the three Shuras did not attack him, so he was still safe.

Xiao Zhenting wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said forcefully, What can I do? What are you doing here? Why don't you hurry up?

Is Shura crushing him easier than crushing an ant?

King Yan smiled faintly: You go.

Who said he was going to let him go? Nangong Yan walked over coldly, If you don't keep the Dabi agreement in three days' time, you have to come early to die, so I will take the life of Marshal Xiao!

It is not surprising that she can recognize Xiao Zhenting, after all, she has seen the portrait, and after all, she knows the inside story.

Xiao Zhenting blocked King Yan behind him.

King Yan smiled: It doesn't matter, she won't kill me. Then, he came out from behind him and walked towards Nangong Yan, Let Marshal Xiao go.

Why should I let go...

I stayed.

King Yan interrupted her.

Nangong Yan's bare hands were clenched suddenly.

She looked into his eyes without blinking. After doing so many ruthless and cruel things to her, how could he still look at her with such gentle and harmless eyes?

What did he take her for?

Did he think she could still be used by him as obediently as before?

Nangong Yan clenched her fist tightly, and her fingertips dug into her palm.

The King of Yan said softly, The King Yan of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the most beloved younger brother of the Emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the biological father of the Nine Kingdoms of Yan, and the relatives of the Great Emperor Ji, are more valuable than the Generalissimo of the World's Soldiers and Horses, no matter what, isn't it?

Xiao Zhenting was furious: Hey! You are selling pork!

Nangong Yan said coldly: You are here to pick up Dabao.

King Yan continued to maintain a harmless and gentle look: I didn't intend to take him away, I just stayed with him, and you can have one more hostage, okay?

Then I might as well keep both of them! Or... I'll just kill him! Nangong Yan said, raising the sword in his hand.

King Yan grabbed her sword: Yan'er!

Nangong Yan watched his hand cut blood on her blade, and his chest heaved with anger: You!

King Yan didn't seem to know the pain, so he looked at her steadfastly and tenderly.

Nangong Yan wished he could stab himself to death with a sword!

This man has harmed him so badly, yet he still wants to be soft-hearted to him?

No, the former Nangong Yan is dead.

She won't make the same mistakes again.

She wants to use him once, just like he used her!

Nangong Yan withdrew his sword, looked at King Yan coldly, and then looked at Xiao Zhenting who was at the side: That's fine, you stay, please trouble Marshal Xiao to go back and bring a message to Emperor Ji, don't send anyone to die, three See you at the altar in the future!

Xiao Zhenting was sent out of the forest by Shura.

King Yan followed Nangong Yan into the house.

Nan Gongli has already returned, and as soon as he walked out of the house, he bumped into King Yan, his eyes lit up: Father!

King Yan glanced at Bai Qianli who was like a shadow in the corner, and said calmly: I am not your father, he is.

Nangong Li froze in place as if struck by a bolt from the blue.

King Yan ignored him and went into the house to find his great treasure.

The children always leave a light on when they sleep, but this room is so dark that you can't see your fingers. You don't need to guess how scared Dabao is.

King Yan regretted that he had not come earlier.

He walked to the bed, seeing the bulging ball under the quilt, his heart ached.

He gently lifted the quilt: Dabao, it's me.

Hearing the familiar voice, Dabao curled up into a ball, holding his small head with his small hands, suddenly raised his head, and looked at King Yan who appeared suddenly with his red eyes.

King Yan hugged Dabao into his arms, let his small head rest on his neck, and gently stroked his back with his big palm.

Dabao's mouth deflated, and he cried with a whimper!

Dabao is afraid!

Dabao is wronged!

Dabao wants to go home!

King Yan hugged the crying and trembling child in his arms: Don't be afraid, Dabao, Grandpa will take you home soon.

Definitely take you home.

Xiao Zhenting went to Helian Mansion and told Yu Wan and Yan Jiuchao about the things in the forest. Helian Beiming and Yu Shaoqing were also there, as was Grandma.

Hearing that King Yan took the initiative to send himself back to Nangong Yan in order to take care of Dabao, there was a moment of silence in the room.

Let's find a way to rob someone. Yu Wan said out loud.

Xiao Zhenting shook his head: We can't grab it, they have three Shuras.

If one is killed, there will be one less opponent in the big competition. Nangong Yan has such an idea that he is not afraid of them coming to him at all.

They did have Shura in their hands, but when the duel was one-on-one, now it was one-on-three, not to mention if they couldn't win, it would expose Shura.

Is there any other way, grandma? Yu Wan looked at their brains—the old man.

The old man was about to open his mouth to say something, but Yan Jiuchao said calmly: Don't do anything, save your strength to the best of your ability, it's not wasting his painstaking efforts.

Three days passed like a white horse.

The news that the two imperial concubines were invited to a duel had been widely spread in the imperial capital. This was a once-in-a-century spectacle. Before dawn, people rushed to the altar.

They all want to meet the two Diji, especially the Great Diji who can't see the end of the dragon.