The Miracle Doctor’s Two-Faced Toddler

The sky was dim, and in the early morning of the imperial capital in October, there was a trace of moist coolness in the air.

The son-in-law moved his body, and slowly woke up from his sleep. He raised his slightly sore arm, pressed the sore brow, opened his eyes, looked at the tent hanging with colorful broken jade, and opened the tent again. Looking at the simple and elegant house, a strange feeling arises spontaneously in my heart.

"this is……"

He opened his mouth hoarsely.

Suddenly, a bright figure broke into his line of sight, took the curtain he had pushed aside and handed it to the maid beside him, who hung the curtain on the hook, and the owner of the figure sat down beside the bed.

The son-in-law moved in subconsciously, keeping a little distance from her.

The female gentleman saw his reaction in her eyes, and smiled softly: "Don't be afraid, it's me."

"Who... are you?" The concubine asked in astonishment.

"I am your wife." The lady said softly.

She was obviously used to this kind of situation, and she didn't show any surprise on her face.

The son-in-law couldn't care about her reaction now, because he quickly discovered a new question: "You are my wife, so... who am I?"

The female monarch stretched out her frail and boneless hand and placed it gently on his forehead.

The son-in-law hid, but he didn't dodge. The queen put her hand on it and said softly: "I am Your Highness the queen of Nanzhao Kingdom, and you are my son-in-law."

"My lord... the son-in-law..." the son-in-law murmured in a daze.

The lady said with a smile: "We have been married for many years. You may not remember some things, but it's okay. I will help you remember. Your situation is a bit complicated. I will explain it to you later. Let the imperial doctor give you some advice first." Take your pulse."

The son-in-law didn't seem to listen to her words, he was just talking to himself, suddenly, he raised his head: "Jun Zi?"

The imperial doctor who came forward with the medicine box was a meal.

The queen's eyelashes trembled slightly.

"Are you... Jun Zi?" The son-in-law asked blankly, looking at the female monarch, there was a figure in his mind, as if covered by a halo of fog, making it impossible to distinguish.

The female gentleman glanced at the imperial doctor.

The imperial doctor lowered his head.

The lady withdrew her gaze, and calmly brushed aside the hair on the forehead of the son-in-law: "Yes, I am Zi Jun. I am so glad that you still remember the words you chose for me after the wedding."

"Ah." Hearing that she was Zijun, the son-in-law breathed a sigh of relief, the resistance in his eyes was gone, he lay obediently on the bed and let her touch his forehead, and he looked at Zijun with loving and gentle eyes.

The female monarch smiled at him, then turned her head and ordered the imperial doctor: "Take the pulse of the son-in-law."

"Yes." The imperial doctor stepped forward and carefully took the pulse of the son-in-law, "If you go back to Your Highness, the son-in-law's body is fine, but there is a little lack of energy, I will take care of the son-in-law carefully, please rest assured, Your Highness and son-in-law. "

"It's time for the imperial doctor," said the lady.

The imperial doctor withdrew the medicine box.

The lady said to all the maids in the house: "You also retreat."

"Yes." Everyone filed out.

"What happened? Why did I..." The son-in-law pressed his painful forehead, trying to recall things about himself, but he couldn't remember anything.

The female gentleman took out the handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead: "Don't worry, I will tell you slowly, you were injured in the past to save me, not only ruined the appearance, but also caused the root of the disease, and sometimes you will suddenly forget the past. This is not the first time."

"No wonder you don't look surprised at all." The son-in-law said ashamedly. He touched his right cheek first, but found nothing, and then touched his left cheek, and finally felt a hideous scar, " I'm so sorry for you..."

I don't know if I'm talking about her appearance, or if I'm talking about how I can't remember her.

"Where's Cong'er?" He suddenly asked.

The female gentleman paused, smiled, and said: "On the way back to the mansion, he went on a study tour, and said he would come back before my birthday, and it will be this month."

The son-in-law pressed his head strangely: "Why do I feel like I just met him?"

"You think about him day and night, and you always dream about him." After the female gentleman said, she changed the subject, "By the way, we also have an adopted daughter named Xi'er. You love her very much, but at this moment she Not in the mansion, enter the palace to pay respects to father and mother."

The son-in-law worked hard to build a picture of a family of four in his mind.

"Is there a mirror?" said the consort.

The lady was stunned: "You..."

The son-in-law said, "I want to see what I look like now."

The lady looked at him affectionately and said, "You are always the best in my heart."

The son-in-law felt that he couldn't stand her affectionate gaze, so he lowered his eyes and said, "I just want to see."

The female gentleman sighed helplessly, got up and walked to the dressing table, took a mahogany mirror, returned to the bed and handed it to him: "Actually, you don't have to look at it."

The son-in-law took the mirror decisively, and he looked at the face in the mirror. The years had left traces on the face, but the facial features remained the same as before. The right face looked no different from a normal person, but the left face that scar...

"I told you not to look at it." The female monarch snatched the mirror, "If you mind, you can put on the mask like before."

The son-in-law paused, then nodded: "Alright."

The female gentleman handed him a silver mask, and said softly: "You have a lot of treasures in your study, do you want to go and have a look?"

The son-in-law has gone.

The lady stood on the porch and watched him walk into the opposite study. When he entered the room, the tenderness on her face finally disappeared. She asked the imperial doctor beside her coldly, "What is it that he can remember?" More and more, faster and faster? The last time he remembered Cong'er was three days later, but this time he woke up and started thinking about it, and there is one more Zijun!"

The imperial doctor said with shame: "I don't know why this happened, maybe, what kind of stimulation did the son-in-law get?"

The lady said coldly: "I don't want any more accidents."

"I will do my best." The imperial doctor said.

The lady looked at him and said, "It's not your best, it's because you can't keep the secret you should keep, and I will kill you."

The imperial doctor shivered...

The son-in-law entered the study room and opened the unprocessed memorials on the table. The handwriting of the memorials made him feel familiar. He picked up a pen and wrote a few large characters. It was indeed the same as the handwriting on the memorials. It seemed that he had not processed these memorials. wrong.

Some memorials are recent days, while others have been backlogged for several years, which further proves that he has indeed been living here.

I also found my own handwriting in the books on the bookshelf, the calligraphy and paintings on the walls are also from his brushwork, and there are many letters and manuscripts.

The manuscripts record what he saw and heard and some things that he thought needed to be recorded in the past, mostly state affairs and political affairs.

He opened the drawer and took out a stack of well-preserved Bianhong. Among the inscriptions of Bianhong were Cong'er and Xi'er.

There is no doubt that it belongs to the two children.

He continued to rummage and found several portraits of his family members, including a young lady with cardamom, and a pair of young children. His eyes fell on the face of the seven or eight-year-old boy, who looked like his mother.

The son-in-law was stunned for a moment, and then smiled knowingly, it's not bad to be like Jun Zi.

After that, he found several portraits of his family members. It seemed that every year he would draw a portrait of them. The children in the portraits grew up, and the queen became a gentle and virtuous woman.

He put the portrait away and put it back in the drawer, when he suddenly bumped into something, he heard a click, and a hidden compartment under the drawer opened.

Is he hiding something here?

The son-in-law bent down and took out a scroll from the secret compartment.

The scroll was heavy, and his heart suddenly lifted up. He couldn't explain it clearly, and he felt that there seemed to be something extraordinary in it.

He looked out, and he didn't understand why he was so nervous.

He turned his back, blocked the scroll with his body, untied the ribbon on the scroll and spread it out slowly.

It is a portrait of a young man.

As the scroll unfolded, he saw clearly the face of the person in the painting.

"It's Cong'er." The son-in-law was a little disappointed suddenly, and he couldn't tell what he was looking forward to just now.

In another room, the female gentleman looked indifferently at the portrait on the table. The person in the portrait had a face that was almost exactly the same as that of the son-in-law, only younger and without the hideous scar.

The lady picked up the portrait and threw it into the brazier beside her with a blank expression.