The Miracle Doctor’s Two-Faced Toddler

A group of people lived in Ziwei Pavilion. The layout of Ziwei Pavilion is very ingenious. It not only retains the original design of the second entrance courtyard, but also adds a small three-story embroidery building. The embroidery building is exquisitely repaired. It's not majestic enough, but in the eyes of a few little guys, it's like a small castle tailor-made for them.

The three little guys didn't even want the swing, they ran up the stairs, climbed onto the handrail without a teacher, and slid down with a whoosh!

Fu Ling calmly stood downstairs picking up eggs.

After everything was properly arranged, the royal servant returned to the palace and returned to the palace.

The son-in-law lived in the quiet and elegant main house.

This place is indeed a courtyard carefully repaired for the little princess. Every brick, every tile, every table and chair does not look luxurious, but it is actually very valuable.

For the adopted daughter to do this, that girl has accumulated eight lifetimes of blessings.

Old Cui lived next door to the son-in-law so that he could keep an eye on the son-in-law's condition.

As for Yan Jiuchao and Yu Wan, they lived in the East Wing near Xiulou, and the three little black eggs lived with them.

On the right side of the east chamber are Poria cocos and perilla.

Fuling looked at the child, and Zisu went to tidy up and salute.

Zisu used to be a maid, so she couldn't do such trivial things, but since she traveled with the young couple and did all kinds of work on the road, she has become a little expert at work.

Of course, she can exchange it with Fu Ling, and let her go to see the child, but thinking about the vigor of the young masters who went to the house, Zi Su's small body trembled, and she felt that she should do things obediently.

"Girl! The medicine is ready!"

Old Cuitou's yelling came from the small kitchen.

"Here we come!" Yu Wan went to the small kitchen and brought the almost cold concoction to the son-in-law's room.

Yan Jiuchao is also there.

He sat on the stool beside the bed, stared at the son-in-law with wide-eyed eyes: "You can wake up now."

The son-in-law really "woke up". In fact, he has been awake all the time. The so-called vomiting of blood and the so-called fainting are all just pretending.

However, he has deceived everyone, but he has not deceived this son alone.

his son.

A son as smart as he is.

The son-in-law looked at Yan Jiuchao, with an uncontrollable pampering and pride in his eyes.

Yan Jiuchao showed no expression.

He has always been like this, the sky is falling, and so is the red egg.

But what he thinks in his heart is unknown.

Yu Wan walked into the room and saw the father and son staring at each other, she bent her lips in surprise and said, "Father, are you awake?"

The son-in-law was stunned by the sound of father.

He has not been the King of Yan for many years, he has long forgotten his title, and stared blankly at Yu Wan for a while.

Yu Wan suddenly realized that something was wrong with him, she bent down, blinked her eyes and said, "You don't remember the past?"

The father and son stared like this, and she thought his memory had come back.

The son-in-law shook his head: "I just remembered what happened after meeting Cong'er."

Yan Jiuchao rushed into his carriage, the first time he saw Yan Jiuchao, he drew a portrait of Yan Jiuchao, but the lady mistook him for his youthful appearance, then he picked up Xiaobao, and met again Yan Jiuchao.

He couldn't remember who he was, but he couldn't help but want to sneak a look at him where he often appeared.

The lady finally found out about it.

He was drugged by the queen.

The lady replaced the portrait he hid in the hidden compartment, and he forgot about Yan Jiuchao.

However, thanks to the old man, he came to Helian Mansion.

It seemed as if something was pulling his emotions, he entered the Helian mansion and saw Yan Jiuchao again.

Knowing that he had been planted with the Soul Eater Grass, he began to test the female monarch.

She found out that the person who drugged him was indeed her, but Zijun who liked snake meat was not her. He knew that he was going to be exposed, and before she did it, he tampered with Nan Gongli's portrait and left a secret signal for himself.

Sure enough, he was drugged again.

However, when he saw the portrait with the faded ink, he remembered everything.

But these are the only things he can remember, and he doesn't have any memory of them from a little longer.

Those memories that have nothing to do with Cong'er, don't mind.

But Cong'er's childhood appearance, he really wanted to recall it.

Yu Wan paused: "Wait, I didn't tell you who you are, how did you know that you are the King of Yan, and also spread the identities of Yan Jiuchao and yourself?"

"You told me that his name is Yan Jiuchao, so I investigated this person." The son-in-law said mockingly, "Sometimes, evidence is more reliable than memory."

He remembered Cong'er and Zijun, but someone took advantage of his memory.

Evidence can be falsified, but it is much more reliable when no one finds it.

Yu Wan thought to herself, this is also a ruthless person, and she would never let him go.

"I can understand you spreading the news, but why don't you tell the king the truth? Are you worried that he won't believe it?"

"This is on the one hand. On the other hand, I still have some things to find out. If I explain it too early, I will not be able to stay in Nanzhao no matter what the outcome is."

"Are you referring to the truth back then?"

"Do you know something?"

Yu Wan looked at her husband-in-law, and made sure that he was not uncomfortable with the next conversation, then nodded and said, "Actually, not long before your death... er... shortly before the accident, Mrs. Yao once saw a woman and a four-year-old in Yancheng. A child around the age of 10, you were there at the time, and the child called you father."

The son-in-law automatically skipped over who Mrs. Yao is. For now, it doesn't matter, what matters is the news Mrs. Yao brings.

He hesitated, "That child is..."

Yu Wan handed the medicine bowl to the son-in-law: "From the perspective of age, it looks like Nan Gongli."

Nangongli Xiaoyan Jiuchao was three years old, and Yan Jiuchao was seven or eight years old that year, so her age matched.

"However." Yu Wan thought of something, and said strangely, "Mrs. Yao said that the child looks a lot like Yan Jiuchao, but when I saw Nangongli today, I thought he was more like a female monarch. He changed after he grew up. Is it gone?"

It is not ruled out that the child resembles the father and grows up to resemble the mother.

But the son-in-law shook his head: "There are many portraits of Li'er in the study, the youngest one is four years old, he looks like this when he was young."

Yu Wan wondered: "That's strange. Could it be that Mrs. Yao misunderstood it? Or... this Nan Gongli is not the child from back then?"

The son-in-law didn't know either, he drank the medicine in the bowl with a complicated expression: "It seems that there is one more truth to be investigated."

Originally, he just wanted to find out what happened with the female monarch back then, but now, he had to find out whether Nangongli was his child or not.

...

"Mother! Get those flies out! Take father back! I don't want them to live in the house! I don't want to give them the yard!"

In the main courtyard, the little princess kept losing her temper in the queen's room.

She is an adopted child. Although her parents love her, she is not her own. She is not as confident as her brother, so she is only arrogant and willful outside. She is always cute and lovable in front of the queen.

Today, I was in a hurry, so I behaved like this.

The female gentleman has been recovering from her injuries for several days, and she still has to wear a veil to see people.

She sat on the chair and watched the little princess make a fuss, and when she had had enough, she said earnestly: "Didn't I tell you? The young master of the Helian family is Yan Jiuchao, he is your father's child, You have to call him brother."

The little princess stomped: "I don't have a brother like him! I only have one brother, Nangong Li!"

The female gentleman was also angry in her heart, so she let the bitch sister beat her up, and then she exposed the identity of the son-in-law. Although the son-in-law was released from the prison, she was moved to someone else's yard.

It was her biological father who ordered all of this.

The female monarch suppressed her anger and said to the little princess: "This is your grandfather's will, don't make too much trouble."

"Did grandpa tell me to give up the newly built yard to them? Did grandpa tell me to be bullied by their maids? That girl has so much strength! My arms are swollen from her pinch! Mother, look!" The little princess rolled up her sleeves, revealing a white wrist with five finger prints clearly printed on it.

The queen was also distressed, but they didn't care about this matter. It was the little princess who pulled the concubine's hair first, and the maid loyally protected the master and threw her out.

If in the past, the female monarch naturally didn't have to care about being reasonable or not, she was the law of heaven. Now she has fallen out of favor one after another, so she has to tuck her tail, waiting for the opportunity.

The little princess made a fuss for a while, but there was no result, and she went back to the yard angrily.

Nan Gongli entered the room: "Mother."

The lady said wearily: "Sit down."

Nangong Li sat down.

The mother and son had their own concerns, and neither of them spoke.

The candlelight in the room was faint, and the atmosphere was a bit heavy.

Suddenly, Nangongli said in a low voice: "Father is awake."

"He's awake?" the lady was surprised.

This is the advantage of living in the same mansion, but if there is a trouble, there is no way to hide it.

"No, your father is awake, and when he sees that child, he will..." The lady stopped in the middle of her sentence.

Nangong Li laughed at herself and said, "Will you be stimulated again, remembering the past? I just thought about it for a long time in the room. I am also my father's son. Why does my father never think about me? Mother, I am my father's son." child?"

The queen's plain hand clenched tightly.