The Miracle Doctor’s Two-Faced Toddler

  Chapter 389 [V245] The concubine wakes up, his memory

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

The concubine moved his body and slowly woke up from his sleep. He raised his slightly sore arm, pressed his sore eyebrows, opened his eyes, looked at the top of the tent hung with colorful broken jade, and opened the tent again. Mantle, looking at the simple and elegant house, a strange feeling arises in my heart.

"This is……"

   He opened his mouth hoarsely.

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

   The concubine subconsciously moved inwards, pulling a little distance from her.

  The lady 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.

   It was obvious that she was accustomed to such a situation, and she was not surprised at all.

  The concubine couldn't care about her reaction for a while, because he quickly discovered a new question: "You are my wife, then... Who am I?"

The lady    stretched out her weak and boneless hand and placed it lightly on his forehead.

   The concubine hid, but she didn't dodge. The lady put her hand on it and said softly, "I am the consort of Nanzhao, and you are my concubine."

   "The lady... the concubine..." The concubine murmured in a daze.

The lady smiled and said: "We have been married for many years, you may not remember some things, but it doesn't matter, I will help you remember, your situation is a bit complicated, I will tell you in detail later, let the imperial doctor give it to you first. Take your pulse."

   The concubine didn't seem to hear her words, and only said something to himself. Suddenly, he raised his head: "Zi Jun?"

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

   Lady's eyelashes trembled slightly.

   "Are you... Zijun?" The prince-in-law looked at the lady in a daze and asked, there was a figure in his head, like a halo of mist, making it impossible to tell.

The lady    glanced at the imperial doctor.

  The imperial doctor lowered his head low.

The lady    looked away, and calmly brushed the hair from the concubine's forehead: "Yes, I'm Zijun. I'm glad you still remember the words you took for me after the wedding."

   "Ah." Hearing that she was Zijun, the concubine heaved a sigh of relief, the resistance in his eyes disappeared, and he obediently lay on the bed and let her touch his forehead.

The lady    smiled at him, then turned around and instructed the imperial doctor, "Take the pulse of the prince-in-law."

"Yes." The imperial doctor stepped forward and took the pulse of the concubine carefully, "If you go back to Your Highness, the concubine's body is fine, just a little lack of energy, the minister will take care of the concubine carefully, please rest assured, Your Highness and the concubine. "

   "There is a royal doctor." The lady said.

  The imperial doctor withdrew with the medicine box.

The lady    said to the maids in the room, "You guys also step back."

   "Yes." Everyone filed out.

   "What happened? Why did I..." The prince-in-law pressed his sore forehead, trying to recall something about himself, but couldn't remember anything.

The lady took out the veil and wiped the sweat on his forehead: "Don't worry, I will tell you slowly, you have been injured to save me in the past, not only ruined your appearance, but also caused the root of the disease, and sometimes you suddenly forget the past. It's not the first time."

"No wonder you don't look surprised at all." The concubine said embarrassedly, he first touched his right cheek, but he didn't touch anything, then he touched his left cheek, and finally felt a hideous scar, " I'm really hurting you like this..."

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

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

  The lady's expression paused, she smiled, and said, "On the way back to the mansion, he went on a study tour and said that he was going to come back before my birthday, which is only this month."

  The concubine pressed his head strangely: "Why do I feel like I've only seen him before?"

"You think about him day and night, and you always dream of him." After the lady said, she changed the subject and said, "By the way, we also have an adopted daughter named Xi'er, you love her very much, but now she is If you are not in the mansion, please go to the palace to greet your father and mother."

  The concubine worked hard to construct a picture of a family of four in his mind.

   "Is there a mirror?" said the consort.

  The lady was taken aback: "You..."

   Consort 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 prince felt that he couldn't stand her affectionate gaze, so he lowered his eyes and said, "I just want to see."

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

The concubine took the mirror decisively. He looked at the face in the mirror. Time had left marks on his face, but his facial features were vaguely preserved as they were. The right face looked no different from a normal person, but the left that scar...

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

   The concubine paused and nodded: "Alright."

The lady    handed him a silver mask and said softly, "There are a lot of things you treasure in your study, would you like to take a look?"

   The consort went.

The lady stood under the porch and watched him walk into the study opposite, until he entered the room, the gentleness on her face finally disappeared, and she asked the imperial doctor beside her with cold eyes, "What can he remember? More and more, faster and faster? The last time he remembered Cong'er was three days later, but this time he wakes up and starts thinking about it, and there is another Zijun!"

   The imperial doctor said ashamedly: "Wei ministers don't know why this is happening, Xu Shi, what kind of stimulation did the concubine get?"

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

   "Wei Chen will try his best." The doctor said.

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

   The imperial doctor shivered...

The concubine entered the study and opened the unprocessed memorials on the table. The handwriting of the memorials was familiar to him. He picked up the pen and wrote a few large characters. It was exactly the same as the handwriting on the memorials. wrong.

   Some of the memorials are recent days, and some are backlogged for several years, which more and more shows that he has indeed been living here all the time.

  I also found his own handwriting in the booklet on the bookshelf, and the calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall also come from his brushwork, as well as many letters and handwritten notes.

The   Notes record his experiences and some things that he may need to record in the past, mostly state and political affairs.

   He opened the drawer and took out a stack of well-collected traces of red, inscribed with Cong'er and Xi'er.

   is undoubtedly something of two children.

   He then rummaged and found several family portraits, including a maiden with cardamom youth, 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 concubine was stunned for a moment, then smiled knowingly, it's not bad to be like Zijun.

   After that, he found several portraits of his family. It seemed that every year he would paint another portrait for them. The child in the portrait grew up, and the lady became a gentle and virtuous woman.

   He put the portraits away and put them back in the drawer. Suddenly, he didn't know something, and he heard a click, and a hidden compartment under the drawer opened.

   Is he hiding something here?

   The concubine bent down and took out a scroll from the hidden compartment.

The    scroll was heavy, and his heart was lifted all of a sudden. If he couldn't tell the truth, he felt that there seemed to be something extraordinary.

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

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

   is a portrait of a young man.

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

   "It's Cong'er." The concubine was a little disappointed, and he couldn't tell what he was expecting just now.

  In another room, the lady looked indifferently at the portrait on the table. The person on the portrait had an almost identical face to that of the concubine, only younger and without the hideous scar.

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

   (end of this chapter)