The Miracle Doctor’s Two-Faced Toddler

Do you not escape after saving someone, but stay and wait to be caught?

Or... They were too tightly entangled by the Sikong family and couldn't get away for a while, so they bit the bullet and got married?

Until here, the saint thought that the two of them were passively trapped in the mansion, so she was in the middle of her arms, and after a while, they gathered the masters of the Sikong family, and they would definitely chop that woman and Yan Jiuchao, who had schemed against her, into pieces. !

But soon, the saint discovered a problem, they couldn't even enter the gate of Sikong Mansion!

The masters of the Sikong Mansion are in charge, and they cannot force their way no matter what.

The saint glanced at Sikong Yun, who was at the side, and suddenly felt a little regretful that she had swollen Sikong Yun's face, but the swelling was not much, so she should be able to recognize it.

She grabbed the guard by the neck and forced him to look towards Sikong Yun: "Open your dog eyes and see who this person is!"

The guard was forced to take a look, and then froze.

This, this, this... Isn't this the second son of his family? Even though his face was swollen, he could still make out his features.

"How is it? Finally recognized it?" the saint said coldly.

Sikong Yun didn't want to talk to him, a majestic big man, his face was swollen by a bitch, he didn't even have time to hide, how could he have the nerve to let his servants stare at him?

As for whether he can enter the Sikong family, he is not in a hurry, he is the second young master of the Sikong family, so can this matter be faked? If you can't get in today, just get in another day! Why bother to show yourself at the gate?

Sikong Yun turned around and wanted to leave, but was stopped by the saint: "Stop!"

It's fine to bully him in Huafang, but when he arrived at the gate of Sikong's house, he even shouted at him in front of the guards, don't give her some color, she really thinks she is a dish, doesn't she?

Just as Sikong Yun was about to shout to stop the saint, he saw a middle-aged man in a fine attire walking towards the mansion.

"What's going on? Don't you know that today is the big day for the Second Young Master and the Holy Maiden? Are you still letting people make trouble in front of the mansion?"

With a majestic voice and an extraordinary aura, it was a high-ranking steward of the Sikong family, surnamed Qian.

The saint let go of the guards.

The guard flashed to Guanshi Qian in fear, pointed at the two troublemakers and said, "Reply, if Guanshi Qian returns, it's not that I want to make a fuss, it's really, it's..."

Guanshi Qian said coldly: "Don't stammer, talk about something! After a while, the guests in the mansion will see it, and you can't even hold a wedding at Sikong's house!"

The guard leaned close to Guanshi Qian's ear and told the story of the incident.

Guanshi Qian frowned: "Nonsense! I just met the Second Young Master in the banquet hall, why is there another Second Young Master here?"

"He, he, that's what they said... If you don't believe me, look at it." The guard tremblingly pointed at Sikong Yun who had a disdainful face.

Guanshi Qian took a closer look and was taken aback. This kid has a bruised nose and a swollen face, but he does look a bit like his second son.

"Tell him, you are Sikong Yun." The saint looked at Sikong Yun and said.

Sikong Yun snapped: "I'll tell you what you want me to say?"

"You..." The saint choked with anger.

"Who are you?" Steward Qian's suspicious eyes fell on the saint.

The guard whispered: "She said...she is a saint."

"Heh." Steward Qian smiled disdainfully. The second young master had a little imagination, but the saint is completely different. "I don't know where the liar came from. Find someone who looks like the second young master." I want to sneak into the Sikong mansion, what do you think of the Sikong mansion? I can't even tell the real master from the fake master, so I, the manager, don't do it!"

The saint is in a hurry, you just can't tell the difference!

Qian Guanshi said: "Today is the big day for the Second Young Master and the Holy Maiden. It is not appropriate to see bloodshed, so I will not pursue your crimes. Go back to where you came from! Otherwise, I will have you arrested... Sikong's prison food is not so delicious!"

After finishing speaking, Guanshi Qian stopped talking nonsense with the two of them, turned around, and walked towards the mansion without looking back.

But the saint can't let him leave here so easily. He is the only one who can bring them into the mansion. If he loses this opportunity, he won't know when the next time will be. Even though those two guys are fakes, just let them go Putting it in the mansion, the saint is always a little worried.

"Guanshi Qian, you've offended me!" The saint's eyes turned cold, and a strand of white silk was thrown out, wrapping around Guanshi Qian's waist.

Guanshi Qian only felt his waist tighten, and in the next second, he was held in the hands of the saint, who grabbed his neck, and said to the stunned guard: "Go and call the second son and the saint, or I will kill him!"

Although Guanshi Qian is not the chief steward of the mansion, he is Mrs. Sikong's companion and is distantly related to Mrs. Sikong. The guards dare not let him have an accident in front of their eyes, so they hurried to the banquet hall for guests to invite Mrs. Sikong and the second son. Showed off.

Mrs. Sikong was called by several wives of Mingdu to watch a play in the garden. In the banquet hall, only Yan Jiuchao and Yu Wan were entertaining the guests. Yan Jiuchao was in charge of entertaining, and Yu Wan was only in charge of eating.

Xiao Liu... No, it should be called Ying Liu now. He followed Yan Jiuchao silently, and reminded him in a low voice: "The third son of the Zhuge family is walking this way. His name is Zhuge Yu. He is ten years old this year. Eight, one year younger than Sikong Yun..."

"I've only been out for a long time, and you'll be married when you come back!" Zhuge Yu strode over, putting his arm on Yan Jiuchao's shoulder.

Yan Jiuchao glanced at his arm lightly: "Boy, I'm afraid you don't want your hands anymore."

Ying Liu swallowed his saliva, and finished speaking in a low voice: "...The seniority is Sikong Yun's grandfather."

Zhuge Yu who was threatened by his grandson: "..."

Yan Jiuchao who accidentally threatened his grandfather: "..."

The saint is a very special existence in the Ming Dynasty. In the eyes of everyone, she is pure and cold, and she does not eat fireworks in the world. Many guests dare not approach her because of her cold aura, but...how do they feel that today's saint? The girl has become a little down-to-earth?

The Holy Maiden is the second wife of the Sikong family and the future head of the Lan family. Her power and fame destined her to be unable to sit in the bridal chamber and wait for the groom like ordinary women. Small plates, sat behind the banquet table and ate.

Everyone stared at her intently.

The saint is fat...

Little hands are whistling...

The appearance of eating is so cute...

Suddenly, I feel that the saint is a little bit cute... What's the matter...

Yu Wan hiccupped halfway through eating.

"Hi~" Her chubby body trembled.

Everyone looked at the cheeks of those two lumps of meat, they were so numb...I really wanted to go up and pinch them...

Yu Wan stopped, and the guards rushed over with a hurried look, and whispered something to Yan Jiuchao. Yan Jiuchao calmly brushed off his wide sleeves, walked up to Yu Wan, and stretched out his hand to Yu Wan: "What a show!" , do you want to see it?"

look~

Yu Wan handed him her hand, and stood up happily.

Well, no more hiccups.

The two went to the gate of Sikong Mansion.

The Holy Maiden and Sikong Yun have been waiting for a long time. Of course, it is the Holy Maiden who is full of anxiety. Sikong Yun just waited in passing. He still doesn't believe that Xiao Liu betrayed him. How could such a smart person be tricked like that? He's not out of his mind, is he?

This woman, not to mention interrupting his plan, but also alienating his relationship with Xiao Liu, was really blind at the beginning to fall in love with this kind of wicked woman!

"Second Young Master, Holy Maiden! Help me!" As soon as Guanshi saw the two of them, he seemed to grasp the straw for life when he was drowning.

Sikong Yun also saw the two, he was surprised: "Eh? Why are there two saintesses?" He turned to look at the saintess, "You also prepared a substitute?"

The saint didn't bother to pay attention to him, she looked at Yan Jiuchao and Yu Wan coldly and said, "Guard Qian, you need to keep your eyes open to see clearly, these two are fake, we are the real Second Young Master and the saint."

Yu Wan snorted, thinking it was some kind of excitement, it turned out that the rightful lord had returned, but unfortunately, it is easier to ask the gods than to send the gods away, and with her current status, she will not let her out!

She wants to let her understand what it means to reap the fruits of oneself!

Yu Wan smiled lightly: "Where did the troublesome people come from, pretending to be me and the second son, and kidnapping the steward of the Sikong Mansion, come here, arrest them for me! They will be executed tomorrow!"

Sikong Mansion's guards rushed forward.

Sikong Yun finally realized that he was panicking now, he can spend his days outside, but he can't be beheaded!

"I... I am the Second Young Master!" He yelled loudly, and said to Yan Jiu, "Xiao Liu! You tell them! You are Xiao Liu! I am the Second Young Master!"

"Chi~" Yan Jiuchao smiled disdainfully.

Ying Liu came out from the shadow, and said with an innocent face: "Where am I? The Second Young Master is beside me. Who are you? Why do you want to pretend to be my master?"

boom--

Sikong Yun's mind thundered for a while, and suddenly went blank.

At this juncture, if you still can't guess that you are being tricked, then you can't justify it. The saint guessed everything, and he really fell into their tricks. This Xiaoliu...is a spy sent by Yan Jiuchao!

So... this man who pretended to be himself...

"Yan, Jiu, Chao!" The saint guessed the other party's identity.

How much she admired this man in the past, now she hates him so much, it's fine if she doesn't accept her overtures, but actually designed her to let Sikong Yun ruin her innocence!

There was only one thought left in her mind - kill him!

She thought so, and she did.

Perhaps because of her anger, she didn't catch Yu Wan, who was not good at martial arts, as she did last time. She went straight to Yan Jiuchao, and her attack was a killer move.

With a flick of his sleeve, Yan Jiuchao sent Yu Wan behind Yingliu with his internal force. Yingliu protected Yu Wan tenaciously, and Yan Jiuchao caught the move of the saint with his bare hands.

Under the powerful hatred, the Holy Maiden's skills were improved several times, the surrounding winds were strong, flying sand and rocks, the guards and Qian Guanshi were all fascinated and couldn't open their eyes.

Sikong Yun also covered his eyes with his sleeve.

Just when the two were fighting to the death, Patriarch Sikong appeared.

"Stop!"

Accompanied by Patriarch Sikong's stern shout, an invisible internal force stood in front of the two of them like a barrier.

The saint withdrew her skills in time, took several steps back, and bowed to Patriarch Sikong: "Patriarch Sikong."

Patriarch Sikong glanced at her suspiciously: "Who are you? Why do you know the martial arts of the temple? You still have the aura of a saint on your body?"

The Holy Maiden fought Yan Jiuchao just now, besides wanting to kill Yan Jiuchao, she also had the intention of spilling her breath, even if her face was wrong, her skills were always right.

But before she could open her mouth, Yu Wan walked out in a big stride: "So you are the thief who stole my secret book back then!"

Stealing secrets?

So, this person learned martial arts secretly?

Patriarch Sikong's eyes turned cold.

The saint gritted her teeth: "Okay, you say I learned it secretly, why don't you show me a trick!"

There was no trace of panic on Yu Wan's face, she raised her brows and said, "You can do what you want me to do? Don't think I don't know, just now you drugged me, and when I exercise, my tendons will reverse."

Make it up, who is not a master?

"You..." The saint's lungs were about to explode, she took a deep breath, and looked at Patriarch Sikong, "Listen to me... I am the saint, and he is your own son, Sikong Yun!"

"Father—" Sikong Yun cried and rushed towards Patriarch Sikong, but just halfway through, the guards on the side stopped him.

"What are you stopping me for? I'm Sikong Yun! It's your second son!" Sikong Yun said angrily, then looked at Patriarch Sikong again, "Father, trust me! I'm really your son! There's a mole on your chest! "

The guards couldn't hold back any of them, and sprayed collectively.

Patriarch Sikong's face turned pale, and in public, he revealed such a private matter. If this person wasn't his son, he, he, he would have chopped him off!

"Whether it's true or not, don't you know if you check it?"

"Yes! Test! He is fake! His face is fake!"

Patriarch Sikong looked suspiciously at Yan Jiuchao.

Yan Jiuzhao stood there upright, Sikong Yun rushed up and took off his human skin mask——

Uh, didn't it come off?

what happened?

Sikong Yun looked at the empty fingertips, and the next second, Ying Liu reached out and peeled off his human skin mask.

The saint was startled immediately: "How could this be?"

Sikong Yun was also dumbfounded, didn't the mask on his face fall off? How can I take another one off?

Sikong Yun looked at the disdainful expressions of the crowd, walked up to a puddle of water, lowered his head, and said, "Ah——"