The Miracle Doctor’s Two-Faced Toddler

After the saint returned to the temple, she couldn't hold on any longer, and fell to the ground vomiting blood.

"Saint!"

A passing holy envoy quickly pushed the door open and helped the saint who was lying in a pool of blood to her feet.

The situation of the saint is not optimistic, and she keeps vomiting blood.

The holy envoy was terrified, and carried the saint to the bed: "Saint, how are you?"

"Go...to the cold pool..." the saint said with her last breath of strength.

The envoy responded with a pale face, and carried the saint to the cold pool of the temple.

The holy girl was seriously injured by Yan Jiuchao. After Sikong Yun healed her, she improved a bit, but just now... she was in a daze, her meridians reversed, and she was almost insane.

"Saint..." The envoy put the saint into the cold pool, knelt by the pool and waited for her instructions.

The saint covered her painful heart and said, "Back off!"

The envoy said worriedly: "You are so seriously injured, do you need to go down and inform the second young master?"

"No!" The saint said firmly, "Get out!"

"But..." The envoy wanted to say something, but the saint had already closed her eyes, which meant she had made up her mind.

The envoy couldn't help but wonder, the second son Sikong is the fiance of the saint, not to mention how much affection the saint has for him, but after all, there is a marriage contract, and in the past, when encountering problems that cannot be solved, the saint will always be the first Thinking of the Second Young Master, even if the assassins made a big fuss tonight at the Lan's house, and the saintess took hostages, wouldn't she bring him to the Sikong's house?

I just went out for a trip, what happened, why did the saint seem so impatient when I mentioned the second son?

The envoy couldn't figure it out, and didn't expect the saint to give him an answer, so he withdrew respectfully.

Most of the saint's body was soaked in the icy cold pool. Her injury was more serious than it looked. It would not have been like this, but she violated the big taboo of martial arts practitioners, and she was distracted when she shouldn't be distracted. Heart.

The face that was as handsome as a fairy under the moonlit night flashed in her mind involuntarily, and the internal force that was finally suppressed by Hanchi raged back in her tendons. She spat out a mouthful of blood and fainted in Hanchi.

...

Yu Wan spent the most boring two days at Sikong's house, and she wondered if it was because she went out to wander around without sleeping in the middle of the night that aroused the vigilance of the saint, and she was moved to the most remote wing, where she and Sikong Yun's house is separated by seventeen or eighteen walls, even by chance, it is very unlikely to meet him.

"Is your holy lady worried that the second son will take a fancy to my wife's peerless beauty?" While lying on the wicker chair in the courtyard basking in the sun, Yu Wan asked Hua Zhi curiously, and finally, she did not forget to say, "Orange."

Huazhi is Sikongyun's servant girl on the surface, but in fact she is the confidant of the saint. She used to monitor Sikongyun's movements, but now she is in charge of guarding Yu Wan.

While peeling the oranges, Hua Zhi glanced at the little fat man lying on the rattan chair, it's only been two days, did she remember correctly? Her face was round again, and she was so fat, how could she have the nerve to say that she was peerless and beautiful?

Don't you look in the mirror? !

Yu Wan lay comfortably on the rattan chair, basking in the sun leisurely.

It is strange that Concubine Yun's grandma just does this when she has nothing to do.

Yu Wan stretched out a chubby hand to Huazhi.

Huazhi looked at the white and tender little hands, and felt that a baby's hands were nothing more than that. She twitched the corner of her mouth and put the peeled orange on it.

Yu Wan didn't even look at it, she broke off a petal and fed it into her mouth: "Don't stop, keep peeling."

The corner of Huazhi's mouth is about to have a stroke, you are a hostage, can you be a little bit hostage-conscious? Those who know are said to be hostages, but those who don't know are considered to be the daughter of the Sikong Mansion!

Hua Zhi was so angry that she said sourly: "With all due respect, you are not afraid that I will poison you?"

"Thyme?" Yu Wan turned her head and asked.

"What thyme?" Hua Zhi had never heard of it.

"Oh." Yu Wan lay back lazily, as long as it wasn't thyme, the little Gu Gu could be cured.

Having said that, after Xiao Gu Gu was taken away by Sikong Changfeng, he never came back, so he must be hungry and thin, right?

Sikong Changfeng doesn't look like a villain, but whoever made her little Gu Gu love her like a sea, and if he can't see her as his master, it will definitely not be able to eat.

Sikong Changfeng's courtyard.

The servant boy stumbled into Sikong Changfeng's study: "No, no, it's not good!"

"What's wrong?" Sikong Changfeng stopped the brush he was painting.

The servant boy said bitterly and bitterly: "It's that young Gu!"

"What happened to it?" Sikong Changfeng asked.

"It's finished eating again!" Has that little guy never eaten since he was born? How can it be so edible? It snatched away all the rations given to the Ten Thousand Gu King!

"Ah, I'm done eating again." Sikong Changfeng coughed lightly, "That's enough to eat..."

can eat? It's just a starvation Gu reincarnation, okay? ! !

The servant boy complained, "If this goes on like this, there will be nothing left to feed."

Sikong Changfeng put down his pen: "I... will go to Mingshan again and catch some Gu worms."

After saying that, he got up and walked out. Just as he stepped over the threshold with one foot, he cleared his throat and asked the servant boy, "How much did it eat for the morning meal? Let me see how many I want to catch."

The servant boy compared numbers expressionlessly.

Sikong Changfeng felt his eyes go dark, and held his forehead——

...

Yu Wan sat on the rattan chair feeling sorry for her little Gu Gu for a while, then turned her head and was sleepy, closed her eyes and said calmly, "The blanket should be thicker."

Hua Zhi sneered and said, "You really don't treat yourself as an outsider."

Yu Wan said flatly: "Either let your master let me go, or you just serve me well, what are you talking about?"

Huazhi fell backwards in anger!

Hua Zhi went into the house to get a blanket for Yu Wan, and when she returned to the yard, she ran into the saint who hadn't shown up for two days, she hurriedly bowed her knees and saluted: "Saint."

When Yu Wan heard her voice, she didn't raise her eyelids.

Huazhi looked at the saint, then at Yu Wan, hesitating whether to put the blanket on it or not, then she heard Yu Wan say calmly: "What are you doing? You're the one who's cold, aren't you?"

Hua Zhi stepped forward and covered Yu Wan with the blanket.

The saint made a sign to retreat, and Huazhi understood, and exited the yard.

Yu Wan continued to close her eyes and meditate. She still felt that the saint was standing next to her for a long time. She felt uncomfortable, so she opened her eyelids and looked at the saint: "What's the matter?"

The saint's eyes swept over the food on the table, and then landed on her fleshy face. For some reason, she suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. She turned her face and said, "I eat and eat all day, how fat have I become?" .”

Yu Wan was going to say, "I am eating rice from your family, or drinking soup from your family", but when the words came to her lips, she remembered that she was really eating rice from her future husband's family and drinking soup from her future husband's family. Gaining confidence, he coughed lightly and muttered, "I'm happy if I'm fat! Can you control it?"

The saint said coldly: "Hmph, you are not afraid that you will become a big fat man, and your husband will not want you?"

Yu Wan said sharply: "My husband-in-law will not want me, even if I become a ball, that is the most beautiful ball in his eyes!"

The saintess blushed: "Shameless!"

Yu Wan squinted at her, and said angrily: "What I said is the truth! My husband and I have gone through so many ups and downs, why does he care what I become?"

What's more, he is willing for her to eat!

A fake ghost king who has lost his memory, the real young master, must measure Yu Wan's waist every day, and if he loses an inch, he wants to chop off the cook.

The saint raised her chin: "It's nonsense, is there any man in the world who doesn't care about a woman's appearance?"

"Don't believe me!" Yu Wan was too lazy to quarrel with her, she didn't agree with each other, she had never met some people, and she wouldn't believe what she said.

Does the saint really not believe it?

Before Lan Mei missed, the saint's answer was unintentionally yes, but now, she is not so sure.

The saint squeezed her fingers, and said again: "Since he cares about you so much, why hasn't he come to save you?"

"No, I find you very strange." Yu Wan sat up and looked at the saint strangely, "What kind of man is he doing to you?"

The saint's breathing stagnated, and she said without changing her face: "I'm just worried that if he doesn't come to save you, if he doesn't throw himself into a trap, I'll catch you for nothing."

Yu Wan smiled faintly, grabbed the blanket and lay down: "He won't greet you when he comes, you can't catch him! I don't have anything else to do. I'll go to bed first. This is your future husband-in-law's house. Please do what you want." !"

After saying that, Yu Wan really stopped talking to the saint, and breathed evenly after a while.

Looking at Yu Wan who was still able to fall asleep heartlessly on the enemy's territory, the unpleasant feeling in the saint's heart came again.

Didn't he get caught? Why can I sleep so peacefully? Are you sure that the man will come to save her, and he will be able to save her? Where does this confidence and trust come from? The holy girl has never experienced the feeling of entrusting herself to anyone in her life. Neither her mother nor her father can let her rely on her with peace of mind, let alone a man.

Of course, perhaps Sikong Changfeng is unstained from the mud, but Mu Xiuyu will be destroyed by the wind in the forest. Such an upright person is not suitable to live in such a "troubled world".

Therefore, Sikong Changfeng failed to give her an absolute sense of security, which may be one of the reasons why she gave up on Sikong Changfeng.

"Saint." The envoy came over with a cloak, "Your injury is just recovering, pay attention to your body, and be careful not to catch a cold."

The saint tightened her clothes, staring at the sleeping Yu Wan in a daze.

The holy envoy has observed her for two days, and probably guessed that she was stimulated by this young couple. The holy envoy consoled him earnestly: "This girl is stupid, she can't tell the good from the bad, and she won't do it when people plot against her." You know, where is there a single-minded man in the world? It's just her wishful thinking, as far as I can see, although the second son is sometimes a little confused, he is infatuated with you, the saint."

"Infatuated." The saint sneered.

Said that Cao Cao had arrived, and Sikong Yun hadn't seen the saint for two days. He heard that he had just come to the yard, but he didn't wait for her in the room and came out to look for her.

The envoy winked at the saint, look, the second son is still nervous about you.

"Bring people in." The saint ordered lightly.

"Yes." The envoy carried the sleeping Yu Wan back to the room.

When Sikong Yun crossed the moon gate and arrived at the yard, the wicker chair was already empty. He knew that woman lived here, and he saw her back from a distance once.

He strode towards the saint, smiling all over his face, and said, "Why didn't you come to see me? You are not worried. You are about to get married, so you shouldn't meet me, right? Don't believe that!"

The saint looked at him fixedly, her eyes were a little gentler than before: "Second Young Master."

"Huh?" Sikong Yun let her gentle posture confuse Monk Zhang Er. Although the saint never spoke harshly to him, she was always cold and calm, "You, what's wrong with you?"

The saint opened her mouth, but stopped talking.

"What do you have to say, but it's okay to say, is the injury recurring? Is the cold pool not working? I'll go to my father and let him find a way to find you all the doctors in Mingdu!" Sikong Yun was anxious The look is not fake.

The saint's heart moved a little, maybe it was envy, or maybe it was unwillingness, why couldn't she have a man who was devoted to her?

For the first time, she had longing for love between men and women.

"Second Young Master." The saint said, "Don't see Xiangling again from now on, okay?"

Xiangling, Sikong Yun's favorite concubine.

Sikong Yun thought that he had kept the matter with Xiangling a good one, but unexpectedly, when the saint told the truth, he blushed instantly, and said guiltily: "You... listen to me, Xiangling was sent to me by my mother. The one in the room, gifted by the elder, cannot be denied, I only take care of my mother for her sake, but don't worry, in my heart, you will always be the only one!"

"Then, Xiangling is gone, is it okay?" The saintess rarely used a deliberative tone.

Sikong Yun was flattered, what happened today, the saint suddenly became so gentle, he, he, he was going to be overwhelmed...

"Okay!" Sikong Yun shook his head and said, "If you don't want me to see her, I will disappear! I'll have someone send her out of the house!"

Sikong Yun did what he said, and immediately called his servants, and reluctantly sent Xiangling out of the mansion. Xiangling was indeed Mrs. Sikong's servant girl, in order to prevent Mrs. Sikong from assigning the blame to the saint. , he also went to Mrs. Sikong's courtyard very thoughtfully, and said that Xiangling was flirting with the guards behind his back, but he was so angry that he sent them away.

Mrs. Sikong didn't say anything, her son was about to get married, and a restless housemaid was dismissed.

Sikong Yun handled this matter very well, as long as the saint is not blind, she can see how much he cares about her.

Maybe I don't have to envy that girl, Sikong Yun's appearance is not as good as that man's, and his martial arts are a little worse, but he comes from a good background, he was born to be the son of Sikong's family, what a handsome face and powerful martial arts make up for it no.

The saint carefully convinced herself that she planned to accept Sikong Yun and be a pair of fairy couples with him in the underworld. Unexpectedly, when Sikong Yun came to Yu Wan's small courtyard again to look for the saint that night, he accidentally saw the Yu Wan eating sweet-scented osmanthus cake under the peach blossoms.

Yu Wan didn't know that Sikong Yun was coming, so she picked a piece of milky white sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance, and gnawed on it bit by bit.

The fleshy face, the fat quivering, but it can't stand the whiteness and beauty, the facial features are exquisite, the whole person looks not only not bloated, but cute like a little chubby squirrel looking for food.

The breeze blows, and the petals rustle and fall.

The peach blossoms on the human face are red.

Sikong Yun was dumbfounded.

Afterwards, Sikong Yun came to the small side courtyard more often, apparently to look for the saintess, but the saintess bumped into him several times looking at Yu Wan bewildered, so she understood everything.

It turns out that liking someone can't be hidden like this, just like this woman's longing for her husband-in-law, and just like Sikong Yun's coveting for this woman.

The saint was disappointed, and even felt a layer of nausea in her heart!

"Saint, the wedding dress has arrived, can I send someone to your room?"

The saint's thoughts were interrupted. She raised her head and stared blankly at the envoy in the vanity mirror: "What did you say?"

"Wedding gown." The envoy said, "You were not satisfied with the last wedding gown, and my subordinates made new ones. There are eight sets in total."

"Anything is fine." The saint said lightly.

"Ah?" The envoy panicked, "This is a lifetime event, and my subordinates dare not make decisions for you."

"The big event of a lifetime..." She will face that bastard Sikong Yun day and night for the rest of her life! Of course, she can choose to kill him, but she still can't get rid of Sikong Yun's shadow, can she?

The saint broke the hairpin in her hand.

The envoy's face turned pale with fright.

The saint lowered her eyes and said softly, "Go and call that woman."

"Uh...yes!" The saint didn't understand why the saint wanted to find a hostage, so she went there in doubt.

Yu Wan was taken into the temple.

It's only been a day, and the saint feels like she's getting fat again.

Yu Wan didn't regard herself as an outsider, and sat down on the chair: "Why?"

The saint walked towards her slowly: "I'm going to get married."

Yu Wan glanced at the wedding dress on the bed: "I heard, it will be three days later?"

"I don't want to marry Sikong Yun." The saint turned around, walked to a cabinet, opened the door, and took out a small box from inside.

Yu Wan said: "That apprentice, it doesn't matter if you don't marry." She always looks at her with lecherous eyes, thinking she is stupid, don't you know?

"But I can't break this engagement, so..." The saint carried the small box to Yu Wan's side, took out two human skin masks from the box, and put one on Yu Wan's face, "Marry me for me!" give him!"