The Miracle Doctor’s Two-Faced Toddler

The saint became more and more nervous, and even her palms were sweating.

Rao guessed what would happen before coming here, but at this moment she still instinctively felt a little uneasy, her eyelashes trembled, and she squeezed the railing tightly: "Let's eat first?"

"Also."

"Yan Jiuchao" said softly.

The two set up a table of meals on the open-air deck of the painting boat and sat on the floor. The scenery was just right at this time, the sun was setting and the twilight was merging. layer of glow.

The saint is like being in a fairyland.

In such an environment, it is difficult for any woman to remain calm.

But the saint is not an ordinary woman, she has a heart of iron and stone, she has never experienced the relationship between a man and a woman, and has never been tempted by any man, except...

The saint lowered her head, recalling her actions today, even she felt incredible.

Is this really her?

Is she crazy?

How could she do such a thing for a man?

I don't know what's going on at the other end of Sikong Mansion and Saintess Hall? Did you successfully complete the wedding?

Li Shengshi once asked her, if she didn't want to marry herself, why didn't she ask the Shengshi to marry her for her? The envoy is more loyal, understands Sikong Yun and her better, and is less likely to make mistakes.

What she didn't tell Li Shengshi was that she was jealous of that woman, so she wanted to destroy that woman.

Jealousy is admitting that she is inferior to others, but when she thinks about it carefully, she is not inferior to that woman. She is a saint of the Lan family, and she can compare that woman to the dust regardless of her birth status. It's not worth mentioning, that woman is out to eat, what else can she do?

She just had a beautiful face, and it happened that she met Yan Jiuchao earlier than herself.

If the two of them had appeared in front of Yan Jiuchao at the same time, would Yan Jiuchao have turned away and married a fat girl who was not beautiful? ,

The thought flashed, and the saint felt that there was really no need for her to be jealous of that woman.

At least after tonight, no more jealousy.

Would Yan Jiuchao still value a broken shoe?

"What's wrong? Is it not to your liking?"

"Yan Jiuchao" asked with concern.

The saint's consciousness returned, she lowered her eyes shyly, showing a gentle demeanor she had never seen before, and said softly: "No."

"Yan Jiuchao" smiled, pointed to a table of dishes, and introduced them one by one: "This is mandarin fish, which was just caught in the river. The mandarin fish in March and April are the most plump. For a stewed elbow, I have someone steam the mandarin fish, try it and see if it suits your taste?"

As he spoke, he took a chopstick of the tenderest fish belly and put it into the bowl of the saint.

The Holy Maiden hates others to serve her food, even if it is uneaten chopsticks, Sikong Yun once violated her taboo because of this, she left on the spot, but now the person who is courting her is replaced by Man, not only did she not respond, but she also felt the sweetness of being held in the palm of her hand.

She picked it up and tasted it.

"Is it tasty?"

"Yan Jiuchao" asked.

The saint nodded slightly.

"Yan Jiuchao" smiled knowingly, and took another piece of the fattest elbow skin: "Try this again."

The saint doesn't like greasy food and doesn't eat red meat.

but……

It's his food, so let's eat it all.

The saint gladly tasted it.

I didn't have time to think about whether the taste was good or not, so he picked up other dishes, and the saint fell into his tenderness completely.

In the world...how could there be such a considerate man?

At the end, the saint drank a glass of wine in a daze.

This is not so good.

There was no medicine in the wine, but the saint was overwhelmed with alcohol, and soon propped her forehead on her elbows, and lay on the table with a half crooked.

"You, are you okay?" The fake Yan Jiuchao asked tentatively.

"I'm... a little tired." The saint said dizzily.

"I'll help you back to the wing." The fake Yan Jiuchao stretched out his hand.

The saint gave a drunken hum, handed him her hand, and let him support her, and helped her back to the wing.

The alcohol was not over yet, the saint was still a little dazed and unresponsive, and didn't understand the meaning of this sentence for a while.

Of course, even if she understands, she can't make a timely remedy. She has been under strict supervision since she was a child, and she seldom understands common sense in this area. Therefore, when disguising, she forgot about this and only remembered to disguise her own pulse. The envoy understood this, but envoy Li didn't know that she came out to seduce Yan Jiuchao, and thought she was here to kill.

"You are not her!!!"

The fake Yan Jiuchao actually didn't know about Yu Wan's pregnancy, but he knew that Yu Wan had a husband!

Those who should pretend are not pretending, and those who don't need to pretend are just messing around.

The saint has not realized this for the time being, but the sentence "You are not her" is like a dull hammer, which woke up most of her alcohol.

Did she reveal herself?

This is how to do?

"You...you listen to my explanation..."

"Stop talking! I don't want to hear anything! Tell me the truth! Who are you?!"

The saint was still struggling to die, but was interrupted by the other party's stern words, probably because she was sober, or maybe the other party was too excited and forgot to pretend, she felt that the other party's voice was different from before.

The previous ones were not very pleasant, but at least they were unfamiliar, but now they are familiar, as if they have been heard somewhere.

But why can't I remember it?

The saint pressed her painful head.

Damn, I knew I wouldn't drink alcohol!

The fake Yan Jiuchao pulled out the sword hanging on the wall, and pointed the sword at her: "Say! Who are you! Why are you pretending to be her?!"

The voice became more and more familiar, and the saint felt that she was only a thin layer of window paper away from the answer, but because of being drunk and dizzy, she couldn't pierce that layer of window paper with life and death.

At this moment, the saint raised her head inadvertently, and caught a glimpse of the abnormality under his cheek.

A corner of the human skin mask is raised

That is……

The saint's eyebrows twitched, and she used her skills suddenly, and came to the opponent's body in a flash. Even though the opponent was holding a sword, she couldn't stop the saint from approaching.

The saint took off the human skin mask.

Under the mask, there was a face she had seen countless times.

The saint was stunned.

it's not true...

impossible……

There must be masks.

The saint hurriedly raised her hand to tear it up again.

The other party was torn by her until his face turned purple: "What are you doing? You crazy woman!"

The saint can't tear it off, and can't even feel the slightest difference, this face is real... really Sikong Yun's...

The holy girl looked at the face that was close at hand, and then at Luohong on the bed, she felt five thunders crashing on her head, and the crackling of thunderbolts from the clear sky stunned her.

She slumped down on the chair.

"How dare you tear my face, see if I don't kill you!" Sikong Yun raised his sword and rushed towards the saint.

How could he be the opponent of the saint? The saint didn't even raise her hand, but with a shock of internal strength, she sent him flying into the wall.

His back hurt and he fell heavily to the ground, breaking the bridge of his nose.

But thanks to this move, he sensed the aura of the saint.

"You...you are..." Sikong Yun was also like a thunderbolt, he managed to stand up straight, and fell back to the ground staggeringly.

What are you doing? Isn't that girl? How to become a saint?

"Why errrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr, how could it be you?" Sikong Yun stammered, not knowing whether he was guilty or angry, "Aren't you supposed to be getting married? Why did you come here?"

If he wasn't the young master of the Sikong family, the saint would have killed him with a sword!

The saint said coldly: "I should ask you this!"

Not staying in the Sikong mansion to marry that woman in the bridal chamber, but pretending to be Yan Jiuchao...

Now, she is that broken shoe! ! !

Of course, Sikong Yun couldn't guess the Holy Maiden's thoughts on Yan Jiuchao, and he thought that the Holy Maiden came to hinder him because she knew about his plan.

Sikong Yun held back his guilty conscience, and said rascally: "I didn't say I wouldn't marry you, after a while I... then what's over... I'll go back to my house to marry you, what are you in a hurry for? You can pretend to be her and arrest me What? Once you leave like this, what should you do if someone finds out?"

The saint choked: "You..."

How could this man say such brazen words? !

Knowing that he is not a thing, but not knowing that this is not a thing!

Sikong Yun glanced at her, raised his chin and said, "Why are you looking at me like that? You must want to say, 'Aren't you gone? It's not certain who caused the trouble', heh, I might as well tell you the truth. I have a perfect plan, so that no one will find out that I am not in the mansion."

The saintess' eyes sank: "What do you mean?"

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