Ning Yan only felt a noise buzzing in his ears, which made him upset, the corners of his eyes moved, his brows frowned slightly, and only then did he spread a ray of light.

Everything around him was extremely strange to him.

"Anlang! Anlang, you're awake! A surprised female voice sounded in her ears, and Ning Yan looked sideways and found that it was a gentle beauty wearing a Luo skirt, with tears of joy on her pretty face.

"Huanxi! Huanxi! Go and call Mr. Sun! ”

Ning Yan patted his forehead, thinking that he had really seen the hell.

He sat up with great difficulty, let out a long breath, and quickly looked around at everything around him.

Antique room.

The constant strangeness of his body made him extremely uncomfortable.

"An Lang, how are you, once you come to a coma for three days, you will be scared to death of the concubine!" The beauty beside the bed threw herself into her arms and wept.

This soft and delicate body made Ning Yan freeze there motionless, sniffing the fragrance on her body, before he came back to his senses and looked at his white and slender hands.

"Mirror."

"What did An Langling say?" The beauty looked up and wiped the tears from her eyes with her sleeve.

"Bring me a mirror."

"Oh, good!"

She quickly got up and went to the dresser, where she took the mirror.

This room is antique, but the mirror is not a bronze mirror, and Ning Yan can see his own appearance reflected in it very clearly, sword eyebrows and phoenix eyes, extremely handsome.

It's just that there is no vitality on his young face.

What a stranger......

Ning Yu thought to himself.

Not long after, Huanxi came in with an old man carrying a wooden box.

"Miss, Mr. Sun is here!"

Mr. Sun put down the wooden box and came to the bedside, and Wenren Jinping also gave him the place.

After checking the pulse, Mr. Sun stroked his beard and thought for a while, and said: "Lord An's body is fine, just rest and recuperate, and I will prescribe some calming prescriptions." ”

Wenren Jinping thanked him again and again, and then gave Huanxi a look.

Huanxi prepared pen and ink for Mr. Sun to write the prescription, and went to get some silver taels.

Wenren Jinping turned his gaze to Ning Yan on the bed, but saw him pinching his face with his hand at the moment.

"Husband!" She hurriedly leaned over and grabbed his hand.

"Why did the husband hurt himself?"

Ning Yan shook his head, looked at the beauty in front of him, and said in a deep voice, "Do we know each other?" ”

Wenren Jinping's expression was stunned: "Husband, you ......"

Ning Yan touched his head and said, "I seem to be ...... Amnesia. ”

Mr. Sun, who was writing a prescription with a pen, couldn't help but be stunned when he heard this, and turned his eyes to look at it.

Wenren Jinping looked worried, and asked anxiously: "Husband, don't you remember the concubine?" ”

Ning Yan shook his head slightly.

Huanxi also came over at this time and asked, "Uncle...... Remember Huanxi? ”

Ning Yan looked at the worry in Wenren Jinping's eyes, and he thought about it secretly, and said, "I don't remember who I am." ”

Wenren Jinping said eagerly: "Husband, the concubine is Jinping, your wife!" ”

Mr. Sun said at this time: "Mrs. An, don't worry, how about letting the old man diagnose Mr. An again?" ”

Hearing this, Jinping woke up in shock, and hurriedly got up and stood aside.

Mr. Sun re-checked Ning Yan's pulse, and looked at Ning Yan's expression with a contemplative look.

"Lord An...... Don't you really remember who you are? ”

Ning Yan shook his head: "I don't remember." ”

"Forgot the name?"

Ning Yan looked at Wenren Jinping at this time, and Wenren Jinping immediately said: "Husband, you are disgusted!" ”

Ann disgusted......

It's just that the surname is different.

Mr. Sun asked again, "Does Master An remember his age?" ”

Ning Yan still shook his head, and Wenren Jinping said: "Husband is eighteen years old this year. ”

Then, Mr. Sun asked Ning Yan some more questions, Ning Yan shook his head and replied that he didn't know, and then he checked An Yan's head.

Mr. Sun got up slowly, thought for a while, and said, "Lord An's body is fine, and his head has not been traumatized, so he should have suffered some kind of palpitations." ”

"Palpitations?"

Wenren Jinping pondered: "Three days ago, my husband came back from the palace, and he didn't speak at that time, he fell asleep, and then slept for three days in a row......

The next day, an angel came to the palace and passed down a decree, saying that An was tired of being rude and rushing into the queen, and dismissed all official positions.

When Mr. Sun heard Wenren Jinping mention the palace, he immediately gave up his hand and said: "Mrs. An, I will prescribe some more prescriptions for recuperation, Lord An's condition is strange, and he is incompetent." ”

"Mr. Sun, your medical skills are not inferior to the hospital, and Uncle Yu also relies on you very much, please think of a way!" Wenren Jinping said eagerly.

Mr. Sun sighed helplessly: "Since ancient times, amnesia cannot be easily reversed by manpower, maybe one day Lord An will recover on his own." ”

He thought for a while and said: "Mrs. An can try to accompany Lord An to get in touch with some old things, maybe Lord An can think about the scene and think about it." ”

Mr. Sun left, and Huanxi went to see him off.

Wenren Jinping came to Ning Yan's side again.

"Anlang ......"

She shook Ning's hand and looked at it.

"You and I are husband and wife?" Ning Yan asked.

Wenren Jinping was stunned, and nodded hurriedly: "Does An Lang remember anything?" ”

"I'm just asking." Ning Yan said, looking at Wenren Jinping's beauty, he thought that he was really blessed.

He thought of the maid named Huanxi just now calling him uncle, could it be that he was holding a son-in-law template?

Ning Yan wanted to get up from the bed, but Wenren Jinping hurriedly reached out to help him.

The physical discomfort is not a pain, but a feeling of qi circulating in the body, which has never been felt before.

"An Lang, you ......"

"I want to go out for a walk."

"I'll dress you."

Wenren Jinping took a robe and put it on Ning Yan's body, Ning Yan wiped the material of his clothes, and found that it was very smooth and soft, it must be a precious thing, and Wenren Jinping also had it, not like a fake.

The doubts in Ning Yan's heart were also dispelled little by little.

The two of them walked out of the room and into the courtyard.

Two maidservants came running with a look of surprise on their faces.

"Young Master An! You're awake! ”

Wenren Jinping introduced: "It's Xiangyun and Zhenniang, the descendants of the family." ”

Ning Yan looked at the two delicate maidservants, just nodded slightly, and then shook his head.

"Can you go out and walk around?"

"Where do you want to go?"

"Anywhere."

When he heard the people, Jinping immediately asked Xiangyun and Zhenniang to prepare the carriage.

After leaving Anfu, the two didn't go too far, and Wenren Jinping took Ning Yan to the West Garden next to Cloud Lake.

The two of them went up to the second floor, and Anyan saw a painting in the center of the attic, on which was a portrait of a man, sitting there with a pastry in one hand and stuffing it in his mouth, and the other hand below, for fear of falling the crumbs.

Ning Yan didn't feel anything in his heart, but when he heard the Jinping, he was sad.

"An Lang, it's okay, I'll go and ask the national teacher, she is an immortal! It's sure to get you back to your memory. ”

Immortals?

Ning Yan turned his head to look out the window, the ancient city was crowded and prosperous.

He had some waves in his heart.

I actually crossed the ......

Ask for a ticket!

(End of chapter)