The Miracle Doctor’s Two-Faced Toddler

In the afternoon, it rained heavily in Mingshan.

The rain was not heavy and not long, but the sun was shining brightly in half an hour.

After the rain, the Mingshan Mountain has a touch of earth, the vegetation is lush, and the bell is beautiful.

Yu Wan hugged her hiccupped nephew to bask in the sun in the yard, Xiaobao ran over, took Yu Wan's hand, waved her hand and pointed to the sky, Mother, what is that?

Yu Wan glanced at it, and the corner of her lips curved slightly: It's a rainbow.

It's so beautiful! Xiaobao said, tilting his head.

It's as good-looking as your mother! Erbao walked over and said cutely.

Yu Wanke was amused by him, and couldn't help laughing.

Xiaobao, who lost his words again, glared at his brother resentfully, and went to look for Dabao with a dark face.

I'll go too! Er Bao sloppily followed.

Yu Wan looked at her running away son with a funny face, and then at the cute little nephew in her arms, and said, When you grow up, you will be able to play with your brothers.

The little nephew spat out a milk bubble.

The nurse came over and said to Yu Wan: Madam, let me come, the young master is going to sleep.

This is the wet nurse that Patriarch Sikong asked the steward of the mansion to find. She has a clean family background and is loyal. Yu Wan handed the child to her with confidence. The child is very well-behaved. Peace of mind.

The nurse carried the little boy down.

Yu Wan sat on the wicker chair, basking in the sun comfortably, and couldn't help stretching. Suddenly, a thought flashed through her mind: Grandpa gave me a book of longevity, but I forgot to give it to Yan. It's Jiuchao! Yan Jiuchao also practiced the formula of longevity, it should be useful to him...

As Yu Wan spoke, she stood up with the rattan chair, stopped after taking a step, and wondered: The one who practiced the formula of longevity is the ghost king. Now that he is not the ghost king, will he still be willing to practice?

In the blue sky, a group of swallows flew by.

Yu Wan rubbed her chin: Never mind, give it to him first!

Yu Wan went back to her room, and took out the longevity formula perfected by Sikong Ye from the drawer. She had heard Yan Jiuchao mention that the ghost clan's longevity formula was a broken copy with only six layers, and the great-grandfather perfected it. However, there are eight levels, and the ninth level has no commentary because the great-grandfather has never practiced it himself. Whether it can be practiced and how to practice it is up to Yan Jiuchao to figure it out.

Huh? Where's Yan Jiuchao? Yu Wan took the longevity formula and left the house, intending to look around. When she just passed the small garden, a familiar figure stepped over the threshold and walked towards this side.

Awan. Sikong Changfeng called her to stop.

Surprise flashed across Yu Wan's eyes, and she greeted politely: Are you awake? How do you feel? Is there any other discomfort?

Sikong Changfeng was just recovering from serious injuries, his face was still a little pale, but he shook his head and said nonchalantly: I'm fine, I'm here...

He considered the title, and said, Thank you, Young Master Yan, I heard from my father, if it wasn't for him this time, I might have caused irreversible consequences.

Yu Wan originally thought that he would say If it wasn't for him this time, I might have died, but at this moment, he was still not thinking about himself.

This man, why can't he care more about himself? How can he understand that no one is more important than his own life?

I was too impulsive, and almost killed you together. Sikong Changfeng blamed himself.

Yu Wan reassured: Don't mention things that have already passed. Besides, the situation was critical at that time. If you hadn't done that, someone might have died at the hands of the masters of the Sang family.

Sikong Changfeng smiled bitterly, looked around and said: By the way, why didn't you see Young Master Yan?

Yu Wan spread her hands: I'm looking for him too.

Is this the formula of longevity? Sikong Changfeng's eyes fell on the secret book that Yu Wan revealed due to the movement of spreading her hands.

Yu Wan nodded: Well, do you want to see it?

No, I can't just look at something so important. Sikong Changfeng refused.

Yu Wan handed the secret book forward: Grandpa has already passed it on to me, it is mine, I will show it to you, it's okay!

Sikong Changfeng lowered his head and gave a wry smile: To be honest, I practiced the formula of longevity, but... it didn't work out.

That happened many years ago, he raised Gu well, Patriarch Sikong was happy, and taught him a few longevity formulas, but unfortunately he couldn't figure it out, hard training was fruitless, at that time, Patriarch I told him that the formula of longevity also pays attention to fate. Although it is a mental method passed down by the Sikong family, it does not necessarily mean that the descendants of the Sikong family can practice it well, and it does not necessarily mean that only the descendants of the Sikong family can practice it well.

Actually... Yan Jiuchao's formula for longevity... Yu Wan pursed her lips, but didn't say clearly what followed.

But Sikong Changfeng smiled knowingly: I know, I got it from the ghost king. My father told me, but my father also said that the formula of longevity is not something that can be given just by saying it. The ancestor also tried it back then. I have taught the skills to the descendants of the Sikong family, but no one can bear the longevity formula, so it is not that Young Master Yan got the longevity formula, but the longevity formula chose him.

Yu Wan propped her elbows on the back of her hands, and squeezed her chin: So...it seems reasonable, but because he was poisoned since childhood, his tendons and veins were eroded by toxins, and he was different from ordinary people, so he endured it. The skill of the ghost king.

Sikong Changfeng smiled warmly: So, there is a destiny in the dark, and you can't know it's a blessing if you lose your horse, isn't it?

Yu Wan nodded thoughtfully.

About the saints, their identities, and the purpose of coming to the capital, Yu Wan told Patriarch Sikong. This time, Patriarch Sikong did not hide anything from Sikong Changfeng. Now that he talked about the situation of Yan Jiuchao, Sikong Changfeng remembered Another thing: Father said, you are still short of medicine, and I don't know what I can do to help you. Sikong's family has a lot of books. I don't know if I can find something useful. I will take you to Zangshuge later. Look.

Thank you. Yu Wan said sincerely.

Sikong Changfeng came to thank you, but unexpectedly Yu Wan thanked him, Sikong Changfeng couldn't help laughing, and said: Then... I won't bother you, Young Master Yan, thank him for me .”

Young master. Yu Wan called to stop him.

Huh? Sikong Changfeng stopped and turned around.

Yu Wan hesitated for a moment, then said: You just talked to me and mentioned Patriarch Sikong several times, in your heart... you also care about him, right?

Do you care...is it important?

He was not born to be the son his father liked, no matter how good he was, in his father's heart, he would always love Sikong Yun the most.

In Sikong's family, he is a superfluous person.

I'll go first, he said.

Yu Wan watched him leave, and he had to tie the bell to untie the bell. The father and son have been inseparable for so many years, and it is definitely not possible to untie it in a day or two. Besides, Patriarch Sikong's love for the eldest son is indeed too little, and he has never experienced Sikong Changfeng. He is not qualified to ask him to let go and accept what he has experienced.

Of course, on the other hand, the Sang family is so vicious, so Sikong Changfeng must not be favored, and the indifference of the Sikong family to him happened to be his life-saving talisman.

Looking at the back of Sikong Changfeng leaving, Yu Wan bent her lips and said, There is indeed a destiny in the dark, how can we know that it is not a blessing?

Yu Wan searched around Chaoyang Palace before realizing that Yan Jiuchao had gone down the mountain.

Until sunset, Yan Jiuchao Fang returned to Chaoyang Hall, accompanied by Grandma, Old Cuitou, Yuegou and Qingyan.

The big stone in Yu Wan's heart fell, and she was afraid that this guy would become the ghost king again and get lost again.

In fact, it was Grandma and her party who lost their way, not Yan Jiuchao who found them, and they might not know which caravan they followed out of Hades at this moment.

Yu Wan asked strangely: Why do you get lost? Aren't you with the second grandma?

The second grandma is very familiar with Ming, and the second grandma is not a Lu Chi.

Qingyan said: We ran into several clan elders of the Lan family on the way, and they picked up Grandma Lan and Zi Yan. Don't worry, the clan elders are not going to lock them up, but to re-examine Lan Jiao and Guye Qin. thing.

Go into the room and talk. Yu Wan led the few people into the packed wing.

On the way here, they had a general understanding of the situation in Mingshan, the relationship between Yu Wan and Patriarch Sikong, and the danger of Sikong's family. As for the recovery of memory, everyone can guess without Yan Jiuchao telling.

After all, ghost kings can get lost!

Yu Wan poured tea for them: Drink first, I'm still worried about whether you have been taken away by the Sang family during the past few days when you were missing.

Qingyan gulped down the tea, wiped his mouth with his sleeve, and said, Don't tell me, we really went to Sang's house!

Yu Wan was taken aback: You...go to Sang's house?

Qing Yan's eyes flashed: Ahem, that's all... I accidentally passed by...

Yu Wan said mercilessly, If you get lost, get lost!

From this point of view, it is not easy for Ah Wei to get lost in the Mingshan Mountain, but these few... have lost their way to Sang's house!

Qingyan cleared his throat: I... we don't know the Sang family, so if we just walk around, we... have reached the forbidden area of ​​the Sang family.

Yu Wan Xing stared: You have entered the forbidden area of ​​the Sang family? Then how did you get out alive?!

It's not important anymore. Qingyan said, glanced at Yu Wan and Yan Jiuchao, his expression suddenly serious, Do you know what Yuegou and I saw in the forbidden area of ​​Sang's house?

What? Yu Wan said.