The Miracle Doctor’s Two-Faced Toddler

The holy girl was awakened by a nightmare, she dreamed that she was spotted by Patriarch Sikong, who grabbed her by the throat and stabbed her in the heart with a dagger.

She exclaimed and sat up suddenly!

She was born as a saint, she received different training from ordinary people, and she has already developed a calm temperament, but she still broke out in a cold sweat after being frightened by a nightmare, which shows that the strength of the ancestor last night was left in her heart. what a dreadful shadow.

However, soon, the saint found herself in a strange room, and the golden morning light shone in through the window lattice, shining on the tables and chairs exuding a strong and simple atmosphere.

The furnishing of the room is not complicated, but it is all made of high-quality golden nanmu, which is said to be immortal for a thousand years, so it is a style many years ago, and it still does not look dilapidated at first glance.

There was obviously no one in the room, but the saint just had the illusion that she didn't dare to make mistakes.

"Where is this place?"

The saint murmured.

As soon as the words fell, there was a knock on the door.

Immediately afterwards, a little disciple asked: "Girl, are you awake?"

There was a hint of vigilance in the eyes of the saint: "I'm awake."

"Then I'll bring in the ginseng soup for the girl." After the little disciple said, he waited quietly outside the door for the saint's instructions.

The holy girl's eyes flashed, she lowered the curtain and said, "Okay."

crunch——

The door was pushed open.

The little disciple walked in with a bowl of steaming ginseng soup, and a tempting aroma immediately filled the room.

The little disciple put the ginseng soup on the table and said without squinting: "Girl, please drink some ginseng soup first. This soup is made from bamboo chicken and snow ginseng from our Mingshan Mountain. It is nourishing and delicious. You can't drink it outside!"

The saint touched the curtain with her hand, and was about to pull it away. After a pause, she withdrew her hand again and asked through the curtain, "You just said... this is the Mingshan Mountain? May I ask where this is the Mingshan Mountain?"

"Chaoyang Palace!" said the little disciple.

The saintess' pupils just shrank!

Chaoyang Palace, the site of Patriarch Sikong, she came here by accident?

No, it wasn't a mistake, she vaguely remembered that she was seriously injured by the coercion of Patriarch Sikong, and before she had time to tell her "life experience", her eyes went dark and she passed out——

Why did he wake up and be in the Chaoyang Palace?

And listening to the tone of this little disciple, it seems that he is very respectful to himself.

Could it be that... Patriarch Sikong saw the portrait of the Holy Maiden of Lan Yi, and had already guessed that she was the descendant of the Holy Maiden of Lan Yi?

To confirm her guess, the saint slowly opened the curtain, looked at the little disciple standing by the table, and said softly, "Who brought me here?"

"It's the ancestor." The little disciple said.

When mentioning the ancestor, the little disciple's expression became more respectful than before, and at the same time, a trace of uncontrollable doubt appeared on his face.

The saintess understood what he was wondering about. The ancestor never allowed outsiders to enter the mountain, but now he brought a girl back, and let people take care of him. Everyone here and there must be stunned, right?

The saint doesn't care if they are stupid or not, as long as the ancestor recognizes herself.

The little disciple really didn't lie to her, the taste of the bamboo chicken and ginseng soup is extremely delicious, it has nothing to do with the cooking skills, it is the taste of the bamboo chicken itself with snow and ginseng, after a few mouthfuls, the saint felt her whole body warmed up.

Then she remembered that many bones in her body were broken, but now there was no trace of pain.

"Who healed my wound?" She asked the little disciple beside her.

The little disciple thought for a while and said, "It should be the ancestor, right? We have never healed the girl."

Now, the saint is almost sure that the ancestor recognized herself.

I thought I would die, but unexpectedly... I put it to death and then came back to life.

The saintess lowered the corners of her lips that were proud of herself, drank a few more sips of ginseng soup, and then calmly looked at the little disciple who was watching the nose and the heart: "What's your name? How old is this year?"

The little disciple replied: "My name is Jinghong, and I am fourteen this year."

The saint extruded a gentle and harmless tone and said: "Then I...can you be shocked?"

Little disciple Jinghong scratched his head and said with a simple smile, "Okay."

"How long have you been in Mingshan?" the saint asked.

The little disciple said, "It's been five years."

Five years, so he is very familiar with the ancestor.

The saintess stirred the ginseng soup in the bowl with a spoon, and did not continue to inquire about the old ancestor. Although she did not think that this little disciple would hide herself, she was too impatient to eat hot tofu. In order not to reveal the stuffing, she had to do everything slowly. Picture it.

The saint doesn't eat meat, no matter how delicious the chicken soup is, after eating a few more mouthfuls, she felt her stomach tumbling, but to prevent others from seeing her flaws, she bit the bullet and took a bowl of chicken soup. I ran out of chicken soup.

The little disciple was very obedient, watching quietly by the side, when she asked questions, he would answer them, and never asked her on his own initiative.

The saint joked: "Aren't you curious about who I am?"

The little disciple scratched his head and laughed.

Curiosity is certain, but they don't have the guts to inquire about the ancestor.

The saint became more and more confident that she hugged the right thigh, and with the support of her ancestors, was she afraid that she would not be able to deal with a mere "saint" and the "second son" of the Sikong family? Even the current Patriarch Sikong has to obediently call his uncle when he comes to the ancestor!

The little disciple said: "Girl, do you have any other orders? If there is no order, I will go to the kitchen to see if breakfast is ready?"

The saint's consciousness came back, and she shook her head politely at him: "No, you can go."

"Hey!" The little disciple was about to leave after serving the bowl, but just as he reached the door, he was stopped by the saintess.

The saint asked softly: "Jinghong, do you know where the ancestor is?"

The little disciple turned around and said: "The old man is practicing kung fu, if the girl feels stuffy in the room, you can go for a walk in the garden, but don't go out of this yard, there are many Gu worms in Mingshan, and the girl doesn't know martial arts, and I may be bitten by the Gu worms." .”

"Thank you." The saint nodded in a friendly manner, and after the little disciple went out, she also stood up and started strolling in the yard.

Naturally, she wouldn't obediently listen to the little disciple's words. She walked out of the yard without taking a stroll.

Chaoyang Hall is very big, she picked a direction at random, and bravely wandered around.

This is the ancestor's territory, and she didn't believe that he was unaware that she was injured in his territory.

She wants to see how important her great-great-granddaughter is in the ancestor's heart.

While thinking about it, the saint walked towards the dangerous Gu garden, where the lowest Gu insects were raised, but it was also a place full of insects and snakes. She walked in cautiously, and suddenly, a huge poisonous snake flew towards her. rushed over.

"what--"

She screamed and fell to the ground.

The severe injury as imagined did not come. The moment the poisonous snake bit her, it was shaken away by an invisible force. Afterwards, the surrounding snakes fled back to their lairs as if they felt a fatal threat. .

The saint slowly removed the sleeve that blocked her eyes, and looked at the man who fell in front of her.

It was a burly master, dressed in black, with white hair like snow, and a strong aura.

But it was also because he was so powerful that people dared not look directly at his face.

The saint's eyes went from bottom to top, and when they fell on his tight neckline, she dared not look up again.

She looked away and looked timidly at the hillside beside her.

She was like a little girl who was frightened and unable to speak. She didn't ask who he was, and she didn't thank him. She just shrunk her body back. Such a shrinking happened to expose her sprained foot just now due to a fall.

Si Kongye glanced at her swollen ankle, bent over, and stretched out his arms towards her.

The saint's body trembled in fear.

His hands stopped, as if hesitating.

The saint bit her lip and leaned towards him.

Sikong Ye hugged her lovingly.

The saint felt his love for her, and her hanging heart gradually fell back to reality. She leaned obediently in the arms of the other party, allowing the other party to carry her back to the Chaoyang Palace.

"What's it called?" Sikong Ye asked.

"Lan, Lan Yu." She whispered.

That girl seems to be talking about this name, it doesn't matter if it's true or not, let's talk about it after using it!

"Who is Lan Yi to you?" Si Kongye asked again.

"Great-grandmother," said the saint.

Sikong Ye paused.

The saint blinked her eyes. At this point, she was not worried that her ancestor would doubt herself, so she boldly asked, "You... are you my great-grandfather? Before my great-grandmother died, I asked me to find you in the capital , I... I don’t know if I found the right one.”

Sikong Ye didn't answer her question directly, but said: "What's the matter with the injury on your body?"

The saint would not think that he was referring to the injury caused by his coercion last night. A few days ago, she fought Yan Jiuchao and suffered a lot, and even the old injury was still unhealed. When the ancestor healed her, it must be She noticed it, and healed her injuries together.

"He was beaten," she whispered.

"Who?" A strong murderous aura burst out from Sikong Ye.

The saint pursed her lips, lowered her head and said, "Saint."