The Miracle Doctor’s Two-Faced Toddler

The mask had medicinal effects, and the moment it was attached to her face, Yu Wan passed out.

After that, Yu Wan wasn't sure if it was real or not. In a daze, she felt that someone was pinching her face and groping her stomach, not knowing what she was measuring.

These consciousnesses were intermittent, and Yu Wan fell asleep again after a while.

...

In the twilight of the morning, the house exudes curling sandalwood, and the tulle is blown by the cold wind.

The saint sat quietly in front of the bronze mirror, looking at the face in the mirror without blinking.

The envoy stood behind her speechlessly, from being stunned at the beginning to being helpless at the moment, who knows what she, the envoy, has experienced.

"Saint." She whispered.

"Yan Jiuchao." The saint interrupted her, "Is that the name she was chanting in her sleep?"

The envoy nodded: "It seems to be."

The saint raised her hand and straightened Yun's temples: "It turns out that the man's name is Yan Jiuchao, and his name sounds nice."

He looks handsome too.

Of course, the saint didn't say this.

The saint looked at the bronze mirror and raised her hand to caress her cheek.

"Like it?" she asked.

The envoy hesitated to speak, saying that it was not fake, after all, it was made according to that face, but it is not always true if it is carved out of a mold, after all, no matter the figure or the face, that woman's is too fleshy .

The saint knew what she was worried about, looked at her own face in the mirror, and said lightly: "Isn't there a poem in the Central Plains, 'The belt is getting wider and you will never regret it, and you will be haggard because of Yixiao'. It has been gone for more than ten days. Tossing and turning, having trouble sleeping and eating, it is inevitable to lose weight."

"But..." The envoy hesitated to speak again.

The saint looked at herself in the bronze mirror and murmured, "But she is pregnant, so I should have a happy pulse too."

This is an unexpected discovery. The woman eats and eats all day long, and her whole body is full of flesh. The lump of flesh on her stomach makes people think of fat. Is pregnant.

This news, apart from the saint, is only known to this confidant holy envoy.

The envoy walked to the door, looked at the empty corridor, closed the door, fastened the latch, and carefully walked back to the saintess: "Holy maiden, I don't understand why you do this? If you refuse to marry Sikong Second Young Master...I mean, if you want to find someone else to worship and get married on your behalf...you can choose from among the envoys, I believe there must be someone more suitable."

The saint didn't speak.

Some things can be told to the holy envoy, but some thoughts are hard to say.

"What if something goes wrong during the worship hall? What if she reveals her identity in the wedding hall?" No matter how she thought about it, the envoy felt that this method was too risky. As the confidant of the saint, she naturally understood that the saint despised Sikong. For a dude like Yun, the saint has great ambitions, marrying Sikong Yun is just a stepping stone, but... this stepping stone is the heir of the Sikong family, if you are not careful, what awaits the saint may be doomed what!

"If the saint doesn't dislike her, my subordinates are willing to serve the saint." The envoy knelt down. She said this definitely not for her own selfishness, and she and Sikong Yun never had any unreasonable thoughts.

But the saint didn't seem to hear her words, she just took a bright and attractive hairpin and put it on her bun.

She has been a saint without dust since she was born, and she has never been dressed so brightly.

There was a trace of novelty in her eyes.

And the envoy at the side saw her getting more and more out of tune, and she was almost like an ant on a hot pot. She was chosen to be next to the saint when she was five years old, and the saint was less than two years old at that time, a little exaggeration In other words, she grew up watching the saintess. The saintess has many rules, and she has long developed a temperament that puts the overall situation first. However, since Lan Mei's death, the saintess seems to have changed, even her temperament is rebellious. up.

What happened that night...? !

Of course, strictly speaking, it wasn't that night that made the saint completely like this.

The holy girl went to look for that woman every now and then, and every time she came back with a dark face, but she couldn't help looking for her the next day. The holy messenger could clearly feel the change of the holy girl after interacting with her.

But...it's obvious that I am there too, isn't it just some nonsense that you hate me and I hate you? Which sentence did the saint hear in her heart?

The envoys dare not complain.

Although it is puzzling for the saint girl to let Yu Wan pretend to be her own marriage, it is much easier to accept the saint girl pretending to be Yu Wan's envoy. In the eyes of the envoy, his master must do this to prevent the man from taking advantage of the big wedding. The day came to save him in disguise, pretending to be Yu Wan can give him a fatal blow when he is not prepared.

"The medicine." The saint stretched out her hand to the envoy.

"Does the pulse condition have to be so similar? He is not a doctor." The envoy muttered, and poured a bottle of dark pills into the palm of the saint. "The medicine works for ten days. After ten days, the happy pulse It's gone."

The saintess took the pill without saying a word.

"Stand back," said the saint.

The envoy said: "Tomorrow will be the big wedding, and the subordinates will stay and serve you."

The saint gave another pair of white jade flowers and said, "Just go and serve her. If you are by her side, others will not be suspicious."

"...Yes." The envoy went to Yu Wan's room as promised.

The saint picked up the comb, combed her delicate bangs, then bent the corners of her lips in satisfaction, got up and left the temple.

...

In the other courtyard in the east of the city, three little buns were sitting on the threshold, looking at the directions on both sides of the street.

Xiaobao was the first to stand up, walked to the middle of the street, probed his head and said, "Why hasn't mother come back yet?"

Soon, Erbao also stood up, walked to his younger brother, and looked around with him: "I want mother to come back."

Dabao is the eldest brother, he didn't show it on his face and words like the two younger brothers, but it was all written in his eyes involuntarily.

The three of them waited here before dawn every day, until the sun was setting and the western mountains were setting in. After more than ten days of exposure to the sun, they managed to raise back a fat white man, and turned into little black eggs again.

The three little black eggs touched Fa Zhuangzi on the little bald head, the hair has grown out, it's time to shave the head, mother came back to shave the head.

Awei cooked the three people's favorite goat's milk, put it in a small feeding bottle and gave it to the three of them.

The three of them held the small feeding bottle with both hands, looked at the teacher with aggrieved eyes, and handed the small feeding bottle back.

Don't drink milk (the first sound) milk, use grandma, change mother and come back.

Ah Wei let out a low sigh, took the hands of the three useless disciples, and led them back to the courtyard.

The three of them turned their heads one step at a time, and they were looking forward to seeing their mother's figure until they entered the room.

When the saint arrived at this alley, what she saw was the scene of the three little black eggs looking back. The three ridiculously beautiful little faces were very similar to the face that had amazed her all her life.

Did you already have a child? Still three.

Three babies are too rare, and such a healthy and beautiful one is even more rare.

The saint touched her fake belly, hesitating whether to walk over now.

Although her injuries have already healed, if she is found out, she may not escape death.

While hesitating, a familiar black figure stepped out, tall and straight, with a blue face and a mask of fangs.

is it him?

Perhaps because he didn't fight, his aura has faded a lot, but he can still be recognized by others.

The saint looked at him steadfastly, and her first reaction was not to walk over, but backed away. However, at this moment, the man seemed to have noticed something, and looked in the direction of the alley.

He caught sight of the saint who was too late to escape, he was slightly stunned, a trace of disbelief flashed in his eyes under the mask, and then he walked towards the saint with strides.

The saint suddenly became nervous.

I can't tell if it's because of a guilty conscience or because of throbbing.

He stopped a step away from the saint, and looked the saint up and down: "You..."

The saint took a deep breath, covered up the flash of guilt, lowered her eyes and said softly: "I escaped."

"How did you escape?" Yan Jiuchao asked.

This voice is deeper than expected, but with this face, it sounds good.

The saint thought about Yu Wan's voice, and replied softly: "The Sikong Mansion is about to get married, and the saint called me to the temple. I hid in the shopping cart while she was choosing the wedding dress, and then came out. .”

"You've lost weight." Yan Jiuchao said distressedly.

The saint said with aggrieved tone: "I miss you and my son these days, and I feel depressed in my chest. I can't sleep or eat well. I haven't even eaten a drop of rice in the three days since I was taken to the temple..."

"I made you suffer." Yan Jiuchao stretched out his powerful palm and grabbed the saint's weak and boneless hand.

The holy girl grew up so big, she had never had skin-to-skin contact with a man, not even Sikong Yun, when she was suddenly held by the hand, she flinched back in shock.

"What's wrong?" Yan Jiuchao asked.

"No, nothing." The saint said.

The saint raised her eyes, stared fixedly at the mask, hesitated for a while, raised her hand, and took off the mask.

Seeing that haunted face, the saint let out a long breath.

"Why are you looking at me like that? Is there something on my face?" Yan Jiuchao said.

The saint shook her head: "No, I haven't seen you for a long time, I want to see you."

Yan Jiuchao looked at her tenderly and dotingly and said: "I planned to save you on the wedding day, but who would have thought that you would be so smart that you escaped by yourself. Are you hungry?"

The saint opened her mouth: "I..."

Yan Jiuchao looked at her slightly protruding belly, and smiled lightly: "You are not hungry, he should be too."

The saint's eyes flashed.

Yan Jiuchao took her hand again, this time, she moved her fingertips but did not withdraw her hand.

Yan Jiuchao led her to the other end of the alley.

She looked at the yard behind her: "Don't... go back?"

Yan Jiuchao said: "Take you to a good place."

The saint lowered her eyes and glanced at the interlocking hands of the two, her heart beat faster, and there was an indescribable feeling in her heart.

"Yan... Yan Jiuchao."

"Ok?"

The saint's other hand touched her hot cheek: "It's nothing, I'll just call you."

When the wind picked up, Yan Jiuchao took off his cloak, put it on her body gently, and tied a ribbon for her, his eyes were gentle and focused.

The saint was originally just curious, having lived for so many years without knowing what love is like, but at this moment she looked at him and felt his thoughtful remarks, as if she understood the little happiness that the woman inadvertently revealed.

Let such a perfect and dedicated man be pampered, probably no woman in the world can resist it.

"Okay." Yan Jiuchao finished tying the ribbon, gave her a doting look, and took her slightly cold little hand, gently but not frivolously.

The saint let him hold her hand and walked into the crowd of traffic.

Yu Wan fell into a coma for a long time, and when she woke up, it was already her wedding day.

She was groggy, and felt that her body was not her own. Someone helped her into the bathtub, bathed and changed her clothes.

"You all go out, and I will serve the saint."

"yes!"

Saintess... what saintess?

Yu Wan opened her eyes half asleep and half awake, and saw a face that was not unfamiliar, but due to the effect of the medicine, she was slow to react, so it took a long time to recognize that the face was the saint's confidant and holy envoy.

Isn't she going to serve the saint? What do you do to yourself?

The envoy brought soap soap that exudes the fragrance of flowers, and carefully combed Yu Wan's long hair.

Yu Wan leaned against the tub, and being poked around by her, she became more and more awake.

The envoy stood behind Yu Wan, but he hadn't noticed that Yu Wan had opened her eyes yet.

Yu Wan looked around, and was a little dazed immediately.

What's the matter with this house full of happy characters? Could it be that the holy maiden's big wedding, even the house where she is a hostage, must be filled with happiness?

"Emissary Li, the saint's flower oil is ready."

Outside the screen, a servant girl reported.

"Bring it in," said the envoy.

"yes."

The maid brought the flower oil into the room, and the envoy dipped a little with his fingertips, and gently applied it to Yu Wan's hair.

Yu Wan sensed something was wrong now, why did she use it on her head while talking about something dedicated to the saint? Also, when the saint gets married, what does she dress up? The wedding of the saint is so particular that the hostages are also taken back?

clang!

"what!"

Something broke in the house.

The envoy hurriedly walked around the screen: "What happened?"

"Report to Li Shengen, the bracelet was accidentally broken."

"Forget it, I'll go to the warehouse to get another pair, you stay here and don't disturb the saint."

"yes!"

saint?

Where is the saint here?

Yu Wan looked around, but she didn't see the second figure. She got out of the bathtub with her hands, wrapped herself in a robe, and walked out of the screen strangely.

The maids in the room fell to their knees in a clatter: "Saint!"

Yu Wan was taken aback! ! !

Yu Wan looked back, no, no saint...

So far Yu Wan didn't realize that she had changed her face, until she walked to the bronze mirror by accident and took a closer look, she was dumbfounded.

This, this, this... This is not her face!

When Yu Wan touched her head, the "Saint" in the mirror also touched her head; when Yu Wan pinched her ears, the "Saint" in the mirror also pinched her ears. What's going on? How did she become a saint?

Yu Wan touched her belly subconsciously.

Fortunately, fortunately, the stomach is still there!

It's not time to cross again.

However, how could she bear the face of the saint?

She had been in a coma for several days, she didn't eat much, and she was thinner, but she was still plumper than the saint, but the group of people stared intently, and didn't notice it at all, or, even if they did, she didn't notice it. Dare to doubt the saint.

Yu Wan looked at herself in the bronze mirror again. Since her body was her own, it seemed that this face had been manipulated by someone. As early as in the Young Master's Mansion, Yu Wan had seen a special mask. It is called a human skin mask because it resembles a complete face.

Could it be that he also had that thing on his face?

It is said that the character mask should not have too much expression, otherwise it will fall off easily.

Yu Wan winked at the mirror, pouted and bulged her cheeks.

The maids secretly glanced at the saint with twitching facial features, and were so frightened that they almost didn't kneel on the ground!

Can't get down...

Yu Wan frowned strangely, and started to expose it again.

"That's a great post too."

It can't be uncovered! ! !

"I've already said, these things should be moved to the wedding room in time!"

Li Shengshi's voice came from the corridor, Yu Wan recalled Li Shengshi's abnormal reaction, and determined that she was the saint's accomplice, Yu Wan took a cloak, put on the hat and went out without looking back up.

The holy envoy entered the room and saw that the bathtub was empty, and immediately frowned: "Where is the holy woman?"

The maids said in unison: "Go out."

"Are you awake?" The effect of the medicine should at least last through the bridal chamber...

Everyone looked at her puzzled, what woke up?

"Not good!" Li Shengshi's eyes turned cold and he walked out.

Yu Wan still remembered the way she came here, and she only remembered this way. After leaving the temple, she had no choice but to go back to Sikong’s house. Today is the day of Sikong Yun’s and the saint’s celebration. In a hurry, for a while, no one noticed her.

Even so, she still dare not take it lightly.

She walked quickly towards the entrance of the secret passage.

At this juncture, I am afraid that only Mingshan can make her hide.

However, today, in order to prevent accidents with guests, the secret road of Mingshan has already been guarded by guards.

Yu Wan secretly thought something was wrong, and turned around to find another hiding place.

At this moment, Li Shengshi chased over with Huazhi and several trusted holy envoys.