The Miracle Doctor’s Two-Faced Toddler

   Chapter 401 [V257] Brothers Meet

Although Yu Wan didn't have the memory of the previous ten years, she could know a lot of information after staying in Lianhua Village for a long time, even if she didn't deliberately ask about it. For example, she was illiterate at first, but she would get it after she disappeared, so she guessed that it was probably What adventures did "myself" have in the year of disappearance.

   And Xu Shao also threatened her, don't you want to know who she was with in the first few months of pregnancy?

   Could it be... is it the little princess of the Queen's Mansion?

  Yu Wan looked at the calligraphy she bought for a tael of silver, and then looked at the words she had written on the ground, only to think that there is nothing more fuckable than this in the world.

   Yu Wan returned to the Helian Mansion in a daze, thinking about how to explain the matter to Yan Jiuchao, but as soon as he entered the door, he found that Yan Jiuchao was not there, and even the servants did not know where he went.

   "The eldest young master wants to be alone and won't let us follow." Shisu said ashamedly.

   Therefore, the son's failure to run away is really an inheritance from their own father. Yu Wan felt guilty for punishing the three little black eggs and thought about it. She should punish the black eggs and their father first.

  …

  The mother and son have been separated for too long, and they have endless things to say to each other. Even the little county master has worked so hard to find a gift for his brother, and the two of them are not finished talking.

   The three of them had dinner together, and Nangong Li sent her reluctant sister back to her boudoir and then turned back to her mother.

   It was late, but the lady was still dressed neatly, not even a single bead hairpin was messed up.

   She sat on the Taishi chair and motioned for the maids to step back. Then Fang said to Nangong Li, "I guessed that you still have something to say. It just so happened that I also remembered something, and just now I almost forgot to tell you."

   "What's the matter, mother?" Nangong Li walked slowly into the room, not forgetting to close the door.

The lady    frowned and said, "I saw the child back then. I'm not sure if it's just someone who looks similar, or him. He and your father...really alike..."

   Speaking of this, the lady sighed helplessly, not knowing whether it was envy or something else.

  Nangong Li calmly sat down on the chair next to her mother, across the table.

   "Really?" he murmured.

   He is the son of his father, yet he does not look like his father.

The lady pressed her eyebrows and said with a headache: "He is the newly recognized eldest young master from the Helian family, but I always don't think so. I sent someone to Yancheng to inquire about his whereabouts, but the two suddenly disappeared. ."

   "Dead." Nangong Li said lightly.

The queen looked at her for a while: "Dead? How could it be? One of them is a supreme scout, and the other is a dead man with a golden face. When I left Xicheng, I even received their flying pigeons, and when I left Xicheng, I was close to Dazhou. Now, does Da Zhou have more powerful masters than them?"

   On this point, the lady is deeply skeptical.

  Nangong Li looked at the candlestick opposite and said, "There is a sky outside the sky, and there are people outside the human world. There are always experts in this world that we didn't expect."

   Zhizi Mo Ruomu, upon hearing what he said, the lady turned slightly to the side: "Did Li'er have some adventures in the past two years?"

  Nangong Li chuckled: "There's no such thing as an adventure, but a master did get one. I'll recommend it to my mother later when the time is right."

She is a dignified lady, and she has always been the only one to wait for others. If someone else said this, she would have been charged with a great disrespect, but Nangong Li is her son, and she always has to give her son's face. .

   "Okay, mother will wait for Li'er's arrangement." She said, "By the way, what does Li'er want to tell her mother?"

  Nangong Li said: "I caught an assassin outside the National Teacher's Hall. I think, maybe this person is related to the case of the relic. I will personally interrogate him later, and try to find the whereabouts of the relic as soon as possible."

  The lady said: "You have a hard time on your way. Go tomorrow. Zuo Bianren has already caught it, and you won't be able to run for a while. It's not bad for the night."

  Nangong Li said with a light smile: "My son is not tired, mother will go to rest first and wait for the good news of my son."

   "You child..." The lady patted her son's face dotingly, and let her son go with a helpless expression.

  Nangongli did not leave the house in a hurry after leaving the yard of the queen, but came to a secluded courtyard. A dark carriage was parked outside the courtyard, and the person inside was no longer there.

   When the guards on duty saw Nangong Li, they hurriedly stepped forward and bowed respectfully, "Your Majesty."

   "Is he okay?" Nangong Li asked.

   The guard said: "Yes, the county king."

  Nangong Li said: "Don't let anyone disturb him, and don't ask him to disturb others."

  The guard hesitated for a while. The first request seemed fine, but the second one was a bit difficult, but the master had an order, so he had to obey, so he had to answer: "Yes, the county king."

  Nangong Li stopped for a while before leaving the house with a few dead soldiers.

  The carriage went all the way to the National Teacher Hall.

Different from the low-key concubine, Nangongli never rejects the convenience brought by his identity. He is the eldest grandson of Nanzhao, and he will also be the monarch of the mountains and rivers in the future. So what is the point of accepting the admiration and worship of the people earlier and later. different?

   He didn't let the coachman go down the path, and took the carriage of the Queen's Mansion through the most prosperous and bustling market in the imperial capital.

  The night view of the imperial capital is charming.

   In the past, when his carriage was driving on the street, it was always easy for the people to recognize him, and he would respond politely. This was the etiquette of the royal family, and it was also his recuperation as the eldest grandson of the emperor. However, things seemed to be different tonight.

  The street is deserted, and pedestrians don’t know where they are going.

   Suddenly, there was a gasping exclamation from the other end of the alley on the right, followed by a commotion.

  Nangongli opened the curtain: "Go and see what happened."

   "Yes!" The coachman parked the carriage on the side of the road and crossed the alley to the crowded place.

   After a while, the driver came back and reported strangely: "There are too many people, my subordinates didn't see it clearly, I just heard that someone was going to jump into the river."

  Who jumped into the river and attracted the people of an entire street?

  Nangong Li asked himself that he might not be so attractive, and couldn't help but feel a little curious. He got off the carriage and, escorted by the dead man, also walked across the alley to the crowd.

   Behind the alley is a street facing the river. Usually, the flow of people is on the main street. On the contrary, there are few people on this small road along the river. Today, it is almost congested.

   "Don't hurt anyone." Nangong Li said.

The dead man received the order, lightened his strength, slowly pushed aside the crowd, and protected Nangong Li to the front row. As a result, he saw a man in a white robe, facing the direction of the crowd, standing on a line across the road. On the wooden arch bridge over the river, there is like a trace of isolated white moonlight.

  Nangong Li seemed to understand why all the people were attracted to him. They didn't come to see him jump into the river, but simply to see him.

   It is not enough to say that "Mo Shang is like a jade, and the son is unparalleled in the world", this person should only be found in heaven.

   murmurs rang out from the crowd.

   "Who is that?"

   "Is it the little prince?"

   With such a celestial appearance and national beauty, who else is there other than the small county king of the Queen's Mansion, who is rumored to have pushed Dong Xian'er to the top of the list?

  Nangong Li knew that it was not herself.

  Nangong Li's gaze fell on the other person's face for a split second. Although there was only one profile, it was still enough for him to recognize something.

   This is a profile that is almost exactly the same as that of the concubine. I really didn’t expect my mother to mention him to me just now, and then she turned her head and ran into him herself. Is this very fateful?

   Is this the person who made the father provoked?

   "Little County King." A dead man felt the murderous aura in his master's eyes.

   I'd rather kill a thousand by mistake than let one go. Whether he is the young master of Yancheng or not, in short, I can't let my father see him again, so there is no more effective way than letting him die in the river.

   Didn't he want to kill himself?

   I will help him.

  Nangong Li winked at the dead man hiding beside him.

   The dead man understood and silently retreated from the crowd. After a while, a scream came from behind the crowd: "Killing! Killing--the murderer is running--"

   Everyone was shocked, and the crowded crowd dispersed with a sigh!

  A masked dead man took a knife to drive the crowd away, and the other two dead men walked towards Yan Jiuchao coldly.

   Yan Jiuchao's interest in watching fish was interrupted, and he frowned displeasedly on his handsome little brows.

   The dead man can feel his breath, but he is an ordinary person with no internal strength. As a top gold-faced dead man, it is easy for them to push such a person.

   The two of them mostly walked towards Yan Jiuchao.

   "Ah, I'm so annoying." Yan Jiuchao weighed the thousand receiver in his hand.

  The thousand receivers are out, and the blood seals the throat.

  Yan Jiuchao didn't like killing people, at least he didn't like killing himself. The smell of blood would make him feel sick.

   But there is no other way. If you don’t kill them, will you be waiting to be killed by them?

Just when Yan Jiuchao was about to pull the mechanism, a strong figure descended from the sky, he landed beside Yan Jiuchao, lightly pressed Yan Jiuchao's wrist, and said in an almost gentle tone: "The murderer. Just leave it to your subordinates.”

  Yan Jiuchao looked at Ying Shisan who appeared out of thin air: "You're back."

"Yes, this subordinate is back." Ying Shisan drew out his long sword, blocked Yan Jiuchao behind him, looked at the dead man in front of him with cold eyes, and said softly, "Young Master, find a place to sit down, it will be fine in a while. ."

   "Hmm." Yan Jiu walked to the steps lightly, leaning against the pillar and sat down.

   The two sides fought fiercely. As early as half a year ago, Ying Shisan and several silver-faced dead men were almost unable to fight.

The dead soldiers were surprised that the other party was only a half dead soldier. This was just a defective product in the dead soldier camp. However, this defective product made them useless to fight. After a cup of tea, they should have killed Yan Jiuchao. The dead man who pushed him into the water made Ying Shisan sting his heart and kicked him down the river.

  Not far away, Nangong Li, who witnessed this scene, squinted slightly.

  Ying Thirteen wiped off the blood on the sword, and walked to Yan Jiuchao's side when he could smell no more blood.

   Yan Jiuchao was tired and fell asleep leaning against the pillar.

  Ying Thirteen didn't wake him up, bent down and gently picked him up.

   (end of this chapter)