I suddenly realized Yan Shao's intentions, so my disgust with Yan Shao was even worse, Yan Rong couldn't bear to see me forced by Yan Shao, and stepped forward to dissuade: "Uncle Wang, since Ah Yan is unwilling, it's better to ......"

"Yuxu, don't worry, this king has a reason." Yan Shao stretched out his hand to stop Yan Rong's dissuasion, turned around and ordered towards the outhouse, "Xiao Yuan, please Mr. Wen come in." ”

The plain man who bowed into the room came to me after saluting Yan Shao Yanrong, and he leaned over and said to me, "Girl, offended." ”

I glanced at this Mr. Wen indifferently, it was actually a young man in cloth, handsome, tall and long, but a little pine and bamboo, Mr. Wen saw that I was looking at him, so he smiled at me friendly, and then took out the pulse pillow and put it on the small table on the side of the couch.

I rolled up my sleeves and put my wrist on the pulse pillow, in order to avoid suspicion, Mr. Wen threw a white silk handkerchief on my hand, and Yan Shao dragged a low wooden stool for Mr. Wen behind him to facilitate his pulse diagnosis.

I wasn't interested in how this Mr. Wen diagnosed the pulse, I glanced at Yan Shao coldly, and saw that he also happened to be looking at me, I looked away and looked at Yan Rong who was standing in front of the screen window on the west side, Yan Rong smiled and nodded, signaling me to be restless.

About half a cup of tea, Mr. Wen got up, he first saluted Yan Shao, Yan Shao looked at him, he shook his head at Yan Shao, and I saw Yan Shao's eyes dimmed instantly.

"Because I lost all my memories from two years ago, I have less confidence to pat my chest to ensure my innocence, and I will also doubt myself if it is the female assassin who dared to sneak into the palace to kill the princess on the wedding day of King Ming, Lord, because of this scruple, I will repeatedly tolerate your suspicion and rudeness, and I have also accepted Mr. Wen's so-called consultation, so can I ask Mr. Wen to tell me now, is it possible that I was a martial artist two years ago? A master who has enough ability to infiltrate the palace and kill people. ”

Yan Shao's silent communication with Mr. Wen gave me enough courage to question them, but since Yan Shao pointed someone to examine my body, then I have the right to know the result.

In the face of my questioning, Mr. Wen looked at Yan Shao again, this time Yan Shao's eyes were a little less cold, he just looked at me deeply, and then nodded to Mr. Wen and said, "Sir, just tell the truth." ”

Mr. Wen said "yes", hesitated for a moment, and asked me, "Does the girl have many wounds in her heart?" ”

I was shocked, my chest was suffocated again, the pain hit again, I endured the pain and pressed my hand tightly on my scarred heart, blurted out, "How did Mr. know?" ”

As soon as my words fell, Yan Rong and Yan Shao took a breath of cold air at the same time, Yan Rong was even more incredulous, and he said in a trembling voice: "Ah Yan, why is this? Why haven't I heard you talk about it? ”

I shook my head, knowing that my heart disease must be related to the cobweb-like wound at the mouth of my heart, which was made up of countless scars. Yan Xian knew that I was suffering from heart disease, so the imperial doctor in the palace always consulted me, and the imperial doctors often prescribed me a lot of heart-protecting medicines.

I am a daughter, and I have a wound in my heart, and I don't know how the wound came from, so for two years I have never mentioned the shocking scars on my heart that even I dare not look at.

Unexpectedly, today I was recognized by this young man, except for shock, I can no longer express my feelings at this moment.