When Mrs. Ouyang saw that her grandson was up, she hurriedly stepped forward, hugged Yan Hong, looked at it carefully, and asked, "Baby grandson, you, are you so good?" Do you recognize grandma? ”

I saw Yan Hong snorting and tears, and pounced on Mrs. Ouyang: "Yes, grandma, grandson is fine." In fact, when my grandson was the sickest, he also recognized his grandmother! I just want to open my mouth to scream, but my mouth and tongue don't seem to be my own. My grandson thought that I would never be able to do my filial piety to my grandmother again! As he spoke, he made a bird like a human. The old lady who just turned crying into laughter, where could she stand his trick? Suddenly, the old man burst into tears, hugged Yan Hong and cried, while shouting "heart" and "good grandson".

The surrounding concubines and Yan Da also cooperated to move to tears, wiping the corners of their eyes one by one, blowing their noses, and the color was fresh and fragrant.

After crying for a while, Mrs. Ouyang let go of Yan Hong: "Grandson, look around again, do these people recognize you?" ”

Yan Hong's eyes widened and he looked at it for a while: "The chief manager, the grandson naturally recognizes it." These aunts and grandchildren are a little blurry, hey......" said as he patted the back of his head.

Mrs. Ouyang hurriedly took his hand: "Don't worry, don't worry, good grandson, you know the chief manager, it's good to know that these people are aunts." You've just regained your senses, and you need to rest more, so don't get tired. Lie down, lie down. ”

That Yan Nian is an old man, how can he not seize such an opportunity? Immediately sang another fat promise to the old lady:

"Congratulations to the old lady, congratulations to the old lady! Sure enough, the elder and the old lady are blessed with all the blessings, and the young master of Yin Pihong turns evil into good fortune, and this soul-leaving disease is actually cured! Then Mrs. Liu is really a doctor! ”

Since he received Liu Wensheng's silver ticket, of course, this good favor is to be given. A group of aunts also congratulated one after another, and for a while, the words were endless.

As soon as Ouyang saw that his grandson spoke clearly, his eyes also returned to his old spirit, although the corners of his mouth were still hanging with the white foam he had spit out before, but between the shaking of his lips and tongue, it was no longer a babbling and muffled sound, so he believed that his grandson was really healed. She wiped the old tears from her face and stared at her grandson who was pressed back to the bed by him, as if she was afraid that if she didn't pay attention, her grandson would be gone again.

Listening to Yan Da's flattery, Ouyang smiled tearfully and patted his chest with both hands:

"The sky has eyes, the sky has eyes, thank you Bodhisattva, thank you Buddha, save my grandson and return it. What Liu Laoyuan made the doctor do, in my opinion, but it was the flower doctor who really had magical powers, and the person had not come, just mentioning the name, the frightened demon fled in a hurry, and the grandson was able to wake up. ”

As soon as the concubines beside Yan Shifan heard that Mrs. Tai had set the tone, they immediately nodded one after another, vying to praise Hua Qing's magical powers, and the public opinion in the hall suddenly changed greatly, and for a while, this Hua Tai Doctor seemed to have become a land flying immortal.

Yan Nian has been a slave for decades, and he still doesn't understand this rule? Hurry up and also drop the canopy with the wind:

"Yes, yes, it's still the old lady's vision, and the flower doctor has great powers. According to the small one, the flower doctor has the magic power to exorcise the demons, and the Liu Taiyi acupuncture and medicine are solidified, and the credit is great, and the most important thing is the yin gong of the old man and the old lady, and the blessing of the young master Hong's own family. The little one will go to the old man and the old man, and make the old man and the old man happy. The old lady Mingjian, the meaning of small, is that the flower doctor should give a heavy honorarium, and the recommendation of the doctor Liu should not be neglected. ”

Mrs. Ouyang nodded: "Go quickly." No matter what my lord and Donglou mean, the old man has prepared two other gifts here to send to the two imperial doctors. You stopped by and told Imperial Doctor Liu on my behalf, I have a big temper today, don't care. ”

Yan Nian agreed, turned around and went out. Before going out, he secretly glanced at it and found that the house was full of happy faces, only the young grandmother of Young Master Yan Hong, Hu Wanniang, and her maid pendant, but the master and servant didn't say anything, and their faces seemed to be even more ugly than just now.

It's just that Yan Nian is a slave after all, and he doesn't dare to stare at the young grandmother more. When he went out, he had already come to the conclusion that he must have been squandered by the silver ticket today. In this world, how can there be a reason why your own man is good, but the lady is unhappy?

However, all the people in this house, from Mrs. Ouyang to the chief manager of Yan Nian, from Yan Shifan's concubines to Hu Wanniang's master and servant, none of them knew the core truth of the Dao:

In fact, the soul wrapped in the zongzi lying on the bed at this time is no longer the genuine little Hades king Yan Hong who fell from a horse a few days ago, but Yan Donglai, who was hit and killed by a truck in the same place hundreds of years later.

Since the moment he was hit by the high-speed car, Yan Donglai fell directly into the endless darkness under the stimulation of the headlights and the sound of brakes, with no five senses, no consciousness, and not even the concept of "existence".

However, at some point, the originally depressed consciousness began to gradually become prominent and clear. At first it was a sense of presence, an awareness of my presence. But where am I? What am I doing? Not at all.

There is no light, no sound, no touch, let alone smell and taste. It's probably similar to the feeling of getting drunk when I first arrived in Beijing two years ago.

Next, the sense of touch and taste is restored first. He was obviously lying somewhere, soft, and his mouth was filled with some bitter liquid from time to time.

But there was still no light in front of him, and he could not hear in his ears.

At least one thing, life was saved.

"Where am I? Hospital? It seems that the driver did not have a knife on him, but took me to the hospital? ”

But as the sense of hearing gradually recovered, the world outside was full of weirdness. I could vaguely hear someone crying, but this voice was definitely not my familiar parents, relatives and friends.

And the voice of the call was "good grandson" and "young master Hong".

"Grandchildren"? Neither my grandmother nor my grandmother sounded like that. Who is "Young Master Hong"? Yan Donglai struggled hard, and opened his eyes with the energy that was slowly recovering.

Outside, in the vague world of the world, I saw a group of women dressed as ancients, surrounded by an old lady with a blurred face, all watching with concern in front of the sickbed.

Holy, what's going on? The light penetrated through the gap in his eyes, causing his head to ache, and he quickly closed his eyes again.

Voices from outside still kept coming. According to the changes in the daylight and light that fell on his eyelids, Yan Donglai felt the alternation of day and night. Bitter potions, and perhaps high-end soups, poured into his mouth, and the pain from the top of his head to his limbs gradually lessened.

In the dead of night, he often heard the old lady beside him chattering to God for the Bodhisattva's blessing and to save her grandson.

However, who is Nima is her old man's grandson?

Lying on the bed physically, Yan Donglai's mind was inevitably cranky.

At this moment, in the depths of my mind, another powerful consciousness was forcibly instilled.

It's just that the information transmitted by this consciousness made Yan Donglai feel even more inexplicable.

He didn't call Yan Donglai, but Yan Hong.

The identity is not a small North Drifter, a crappy insurance salesman, but the eldest grandson of Yan Songzhi, the head of the dynasty, and the famous little Yama King in the capital.

This information is not read to him by anyone, but as if a TV series is playing in front of his eyes. Yan Hong's origins, the people he knew in the past, and the things he experienced were played again and again.

And this TV series is not a logical and coherent documentary, but more like many fragments that are crookedly mixed together.

Some are in black and white, some are in color, and some are even comic book style. Some have sound but no pictures, some have pictures without sound, and some actually type lines of subtitles in their heads. Some go on for hours, playing one thing on a clear loop; Some are inexplicable fragments that are suddenly inserted. Some things are understandable at a glance, while others are completely illogical.

All of them are repeatedly emphasizing only one problem, I am Yan Hong, I am Yan Hong, I am the master of this body, and you Yan Donglai do not exist. You're just a nightmare for me, just a split personality of mine.

I want to continue my life of glory and wealth, and you, a lonely ghost from nowhere, just go back to where you go.

The memories and consciousness from Yan Hong are like waves on the seaside, rolling and washing the soul of the traverser.

Yan Donglai's consciousness was initially very happy to receive these messages from the old master Yan Hong. But if this development continues, then the consciousness that belongs to Yan Donglai will completely disappear and return to nothingness. Yan Donglai, who was killed in Beijing a few hundred years later, will really disappear completely from the world. Yan Song's favored grandson, Yan Hong, just fell seriously ill after falling from a horse, and a split personality was temporarily generated in his brain.

It was only at this point that Yan Donglai finally figured out the situation. I should have crossed weirdly when I was in a car accident. But compared to the physical crossing, he is the soul crossing, according to his own experience in reading fantasy novels, this should be called parasitic seizure.

Now, it is the struggle between his own soul and Yan Hong's soul for the ownership of this body, and the loser of this struggle is afraid that it will completely disappear. And the method of struggle is to repeatedly emphasize one's past, one's own, and use these to prove one's existence.

So a war that could not see the smoke of gunpowder unfolded between two souls in the body of this noble son lying on the hospital bed.

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