The Miracle Doctor’s Two-Faced Toddler

The night was cool.

King Yan sat in front of the window sill, quietly gazing in the direction of the courtyard.

The courtyard was pruned by Ying Liu, the flowers and plants are still eye-catching, but they are as noble as the King of Yan. I have never seen any famous flowers and grasses, but they are just thinking about people when they see things.

Yan Jiuchao didn't disturb him immediately, but stood behind him, looking at his back steadily.

I haven't seen him for a few days, and he has become thinner again, sitting there alone, even the hanging corners of his clothes exude a sense of loneliness.

After standing there for an unknown amount of time, Yan Jiuchao finally said softly, "Father."

King Yan regained consciousness, turned his head slowly, and said in a hoarse voice: "You are here."

It's no surprise how Yan Jiuchao found this place.

Either Ying Thirteen and Ying Six told him, or Xiao Zhenting left a message in Helian Mansion.

Whenever he wants to look for it, he can always find him.

Yan Jiuchao put the food box in his hand on the table in front of him: "Nanzhao does not have steamed cakes from the north, this is made by a cook who has been to Dazhou, stuffed with red bean paste, sweet-scented osmanthus powder, and sprinkled with white sesame seeds .”

When he was sad, he would always want something sweet, even though King Yan couldn't eat it, but it was bought by his son, so he still worked hard to eat it.

Thinking of something, he put down his chopsticks and said, "I remember you also loved steamed cakes when you were young, I don't know how many years..."

Halfway through the conversation, he stopped.

Ying Liu told him that Cong'er was poisoned, and he couldn't taste it for many years.

Now I can barely taste a little sour and spicy, but it is not the taste of normal people.

A thick layer of guilt welled up in King Yan's heart: "Cong'er, do you blame your father?"

"What's your fault?" Yan Jiuchao asked back.

King Yan opened his mouth, not knowing how to speak some words.

Of course, if he didn't say anything, it didn't mean that Yan Jiuchao couldn't guess.

Yan Jiuchao poured him a cup of tea: "Don't think too much, it's all over."

After a pause, Yan Jiuchao said again: "Don't be sad."

You still have me.

Both father and son talked little, they sat for a long time without saying much, Yan Jiuchao told King Yan to rest early, and went to the house of Ying Liu and Ying Thirteen.

The two of them expected that he would come, so they waited in the house early.

"Young master." The two saluted.

Yan Jiu entered the room expressionlessly.

Ying Liu scratched his head, and asked softly, "Is your lord alright?"

The two of them didn't receive any news beforehand, so they didn't know that Xiao Zhenting and Shangguan Yan would come to the imperial capital and move here.

The moment Yan Wang and Shangguan Yan faced each other, Ying Liu's heart almost jumped out of his throat!

He couldn't imagine how such a couple who had been separated for more than ten years would face each other again. Shangguanyan cried like that, which shows how uncomfortable it is. The prince didn't cry, but isn't the prince uncomfortable?

Looking at Wang Ye's thin back, Ying Liu always felt that his heart was dead.

All this was caused by that crazy woman Nangong Yan, Ying Liu hated her to death!

Ying Thirteen was not as excited as Ying Six, although he felt sorry for the prince and the young master, but his heart was cold.

As always, Yan Jiuchao's face showed no joy or sorrow, and he said indifferently: "Have you gained anything these days?"

Ying Shisan said: "There is no one from Helian's family for the time being, but some clues have been found about the prince and Nangong Yan's."

Yan Jiuchao said: "Say."

Ying Thirteen raised his insensibility to the extreme, and after making sure that no one was listening, he looked serious and said, "Nangongli is not the prince's own flesh and blood, nor is Nangongxi, the child who appeared in Yancheng and was bumped into by Mrs. Yao. ...It's a fake at all!"

...

The lights are on.

King Yan strolled in the noisy market.

This is the annual Lantern Festival in the capital city. It was held on Qixi Festival in previous years, but this year it was postponed to the Ghost Festival due to the severe drought.

Perhaps because of the long wait, the lantern festival this time was much more lively than previous years.

King Yan went to buy a box of steamed cakes, but they were nowhere to be seen when he returned to the original place. King Yan looked around, and finally, in front of a vendor selling lotus lanterns, he saw the lavender dress with a waist The beautiful shadow of Pingting.

He happily walked over, leaned closer to her behind him, took his hand, and put the steamed cake into her hand: "Yan'er!"

The woman turned around and stared at him dumbfounded.

"Ah!" King Yan's complexion changed, and he quickly let go of her hand, and the hot steamed cake fell to the ground. He took a step back and bowed politely, "I mistook someone, I'm sorry!"

King Yan walked away in embarrassment.

Nangong Yan stared blankly at his leaving back, and asked the hidden guard beside him, "Who is he?"

The secret guard said: "If you go back to Diji, he is King Yan of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the younger brother of the current Holy Majesty."

Nangong Yan pouted and said, "How does he know my name is Yan'er?"

The dark guard said: "He said he made a mistake."

Nangong Yan raised his eyebrows: "Ghosts believe it!"

Dark Guard: "..."

"Yan'er!" Nan Gongli murmured imitating his tone, and chuckled, "It's so nice."

"Your Highness, Your Highness, Your Highness!"

Nangong Yan was startled, woke up from her sleep, looked at the cold cage, and then at the female envoy who shook her awake, before realizing that she was in the prison cell of Dali Temple.

"Why are you here?" Nangong Yan asked.

This envoy is the queen's personal maid and has been serving the queen all the time.

"Your Majesty is worried about you, so let the servant come to see you. You are thin, and the servant did not wake you up just now, thinking you fainted, so I dared to call the imperial doctor to see you." The maid said, showing joy expression.

Nangong Yan gave her a strange look: "What does your expression mean?"

The maid said happily: "Congratulations, Your Highness, you are happy!"

Nangong Yan thought she heard it wrong: "You, what did you say?"

The female envoy said: "The imperial doctor has given you a happy pulse, you are happy! This slave girl will report to the Empress Empress, she will be very happy when she finds out, and so will Your Majesty!"

The king and queen love her, so they will naturally be happy for her pregnancy, but the first person that flashes into Nangong Yan's mind is not the queen or the king.

"Any news about the son-in-law?" She grabbed the hand of the envoy and asked.

The maid's smile froze, she shook her head and said, "No."

Nangong Yan thought for a while, and a flash of light flashed in his mind. He firmly grabbed the hand of the maid and said, "I know where he has gone... You let me out, I want to tell him the news! I have his flesh and blood now." . . . he is going to be a father . . . he will be happy . . . he will be very happy . . .

It is said that the poison of a tiger does not eat its offspring, and King Yan doesn't want to see her anymore, but she is pregnant with his flesh and blood, so can he not come back to her?

He had the heart to leave Nangongli and Nangongxi because they were not his blood.

Blood is thicker than water.

As much as he loved Yan Jiuchao, he would love the fetus in her womb as much.

The maid asked: "This...Your Highness...I can't take you out privately...If someone finds out..."

Nangong Yan said seriously: "No one will find out! Everything depends on me and my mother, and my mother will protect me! No one will punish you!"

"But……"

"Come on, I'm pregnant now, do you want to disobey me and make me feel pregnant?"

"Slaves dare not!"

Nangong Yan's eyes turned cold: "Then give me the token!"

"……yes!"

The female envoy handed over the token for going out of the palace to Nangong Yan, exchanged clothes with Nangong Yan, and she stayed in the prison instead of Nangong Yan, while Nangong Yan left Dali Temple disguised as a female envoy.

King Yan bought several houses in the imperial capital, and Nangong Yan probably knew the general location, but she was not sure which one King Yan would live in.

She sat alone in the carriage and walked around the street for a long time. Finally, she heard the voices of a few little black eggs near Surabaya Street.

This place is very far away from Helian's house, those little things appearing here must be because King Yan lives nearby.

Nangong Yan asked the coachman to stop the carriage, and she found the street of Sishui Street following the noise of several children.

At this time, Yu Wan had already taken the three noisy little guys back to King Yan's side.

She still wants to go to the thing opposite, the courtyard door is ajar.

Nangong Yan pushed open the courtyard door and walked in.

"Ah! Don't!"

It was Xiaobao's protest that he didn't want to take a bath.

"Then you are a dirty baby." Er Bao said with disgust.

"You are the dirty baby!"

"I'm not! You are!"

"Speak, Dabao! Who is the dirty baby?"

"It's you, it's you, it's you! Slightly slightly!" Er Bao stuck out his tongue.

Not to be outdone, Xiaobao said, "Slightly slightly!"

The courtyard is filled with the noise of the two treasures.

Nangong Yan stroked her belly, which was not yet pregnant, and a trace of tenderness passed between her brows.

After waiting for so many years, finally got his wish.

She doesn't have to envy anyone anymore, she has a son-in-law's child.

She found the study.

This is the place where the consort loves to stay.

The son-in-law sat quietly on the chair in front of the window, just like he did when he was in the Queen's Mansion.

With just a back view, Nangong Yan burst into tears uncontrollably.

Holding her belly, she choked up and said, "My son-in-law."

The consort ignored her.

He didn't even look back.

This made Nangong Yan's heart cold, but she was not discouraged, she was no longer alone, she had his child.

He loves children the most, doesn't he?

She walked a few steps gently, and said with a trembling voice: "I know that I was wrong in the past, and you will never forgive me no matter what I say. I am here today not to ask you to forgive my mistakes. I just want to tell you You, I'm pregnant."

As she spoke, she shed a line of tears.

She bravely took a step forward: "I am pregnant with our flesh and blood, you don't need to forgive me, but you can't let this child go, and you don't want him to lose his father when he is born.

I promise you, I will listen to you in everything in the future, as long as you are willing to return to me and the child, I don't need to be a queen, and I can accompany you back to Dazhou to be your Princess Yan.

The two of us, go far away, stay away from court disputes, stay away from right and wrong, this time, I will try my best to be a good wife. "

This is what she said from the bottom of her heart, but in the environment where she has suffered so much, such a big incident happened in Nanzhao, and it is impossible for her to stay any longer. There is nothing left except that thousands of people spurn her, and now she is protected by the queen. She, but the queen will pass away one day, once the queen is gone, what will she use to compete with the emperor who owns the sacred object for the throne?

Instead of this, it is better to go far away with this man.

"You...you talk."

The son-in-law remained silent, Nangong Yan couldn't help being anxious: "Are you really so heartless that you don't even care about your own flesh and blood?"

As soon as she finished speaking, the man on the chair finally responded.

I saw him turn his head lightly, revealing that handsome and indifferent face.

Nangong Yan saw that face clearly, and his heart was shocked: "Yan, Yan Jiuchao?"

She staggered back a few steps and looked at him in disbelief: "You...how are you here?"

As expected of father and son, even their backs are so similar, and even their royal aura is the same.

Yan Jiuchao stood up and walked towards her with a cold expression: "You just said, what do you have?"

Nangong Yan's heart thumped, but when she thought of the fetus in her womb, she suddenly gained confidence, even if he hated her, so what? She was pregnant with his half brother, different from Nan Gongli, this time it was real!

She straightened her waist and said arrogantly: "I have the flesh and blood of your father! You'd better not act rashly!"

"Chi~" Yan Jiuchao raised his finger in disdain.

Shadow Thirteen came out from the dark.

Nangong Yan was startled, but before she could recover, Ying Shisan slapped her down.

Nangong Yan felt a huge internal force attacking her, she felt a colic in her abdomen, and something warm flowed down her legs.

She fell to the ground!

She stretched out her hand and touched her skirt, but in return her hands were covered with blood.

She was completely dumbfounded!

Yan Jiuchao walked up to her slowly, looked down at her with cold eyes: "Now, is there any more?"