Ning Yan felt a buzzing sound in his ears, which made him upset. The corners of his eyes moved, his brows furrowed slightly, and then he let out a ray of light.
Everything around him felt extremely strange.
"Anlang! Anlang, you're awake!" A surprised female voice came to her ears. Ning Yan looked sideways and found a gentle and beautiful woman wearing a skirt, with a look of 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 a ghost.
He sat up with effort, took a deep breath, and immediately looked around at everything around him.
Quaint room.
The strange things that kept coming from his body made him extremely uncomfortable.
"Anlang, how are you? You were in coma for three days and you scared me to death!" The beauty beside the bed threw herself into her arms and cried.
This soft and delicate body made Ning Yan freeze there without moving. He smelled the fragrance of her body before he came back to his senses and glanced at his white and slender hands.
"Mirror."
"What did An Langyi say?" The beauty raised her head and wiped the tears from her eyes with her sleeves.
"Bring me a mirror."
"Oh, good!"
She quickly got up and went to the dressing table and took the mirror from it.
The room was antique, but the mirror was not a bronze mirror. Ning Yan could clearly see her own face reflected in it, with sharp eyebrows and phoenix eyes, which was exceptionally handsome.
It's just that there is no vitality in his young face.
So strange...
Ning Yan thought.
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 made way for him.
After checking his pulse, Mr. Sun stroked his beard and thought for a while, then said: "Mr. An's health is fine. He just needs to rest. I will prescribe some prescriptions to soothe his nerves."
Wenren Jinping thanked him repeatedly, and then winked at Huanxi.
Huanxi prepared pen and ink for Mr. Sun to write prescriptions, and went to get some silver coins.
Wenren Jinping turned his attention to Ning Yan on the bed, only to see him pinching his face with his hands.
"Husband!" She quickly approached and grabbed his hand.
"Why did your husband want to harm himself?"
Ning Yan shook her head, looked at the beauty in front of her, and said thoughtfully, "Do we know each other?"
Wenren Jinping's expression froze: "Husband, you..."
Ning Yan touched her head and said, "I seem to have... lost my memory."
Mr. Sun, who was writing a prescription, couldn't help but paused when he heard this and looked over.
Wenren Jinping looked worried and asked urgently: "Husband, don't you remember my identity?"
Ning Yan shook his head gently.
Huanxi also came over at this time and asked: "Uncle...do you still remember Huanxi?"
Ning Yan saw that the worry in Wen Ren Jinping's eyes didn't seem to be fake, so he thought to himself and said, "I don't even remember who I am."
Wenren Jinping said eagerly: "Husband, I am Jinping, your wife!"
Mr. Sun said at this time: "Mrs. An, don't be anxious. How about letting me diagnose Mr. An again?"
Wenren Jinping suddenly woke up and quickly stood up and stood aside.
Mr. Sun checked Ning Yan's pulse again and looked at Ning Yan's expression with a thoughtful expression.
"Master An...don't you really remember who you are?"
Ning Yan shook his head: "I don't remember."
"Forgot your name too?"
Ning Yan then looked at Wen Ren Jinping, who immediately said, "Husband, your name is An Yan!"
Anyan...
It's just that the last name is different.
Mr. Sun asked again: "Does Mr. An remember his age?"
Ning Yan still shook his head, and Wenren Jinping said, "My husband is eighteen years old this year."
Later, Mr. Sun asked Ning Yan some more questions. Ning Yan shook his head and answered that he didn't know. Then he checked An Yan's head.
Mr. Sun stood up slowly, thought for a while and said, "Mr. An is in good health and has no head trauma. He must have been frightened."
"Panic?"
Wenren Jinping frowned and thought: "Three days ago, my husband came back from the palace. He didn't say anything at that time, fell asleep, and then slept for three days in a row..."
The next day, an angel came to the palace and delivered a decree, saying that An Yan was being dismissed from all official positions because he was rude to the emperor and had offended the queen.
When Mr. Sun heard Wenren Jinping mentioning the palace, he immediately raised his hand and said, "Mrs. An, I will prescribe some more prescriptions for recuperation. Mr. An's condition is weird, so I'm sorry for my incompetence."
"Mr. Sun, your medical skills are not inferior to those of Tai Hospital, and Uncle Yu also relies heavily on you. Please think of another way!" Wenren Jinping said urgently.
Mr. Sun sighed helplessly and said: "Since ancient times, amnesia has not been easily reversed by human intervention. Perhaps Mr. An will recover on his own one day."
He thought for a while and then said: "Mrs. An can try to accompany Mr. An to get in touch with some old things of old friends. Maybe Mr. An will be reminded of the scene."
Mr. Sun left, and Huanxi went to see him off.
Wenren Jinping came to Ning Yan's side again.
"Anlang..."
She held Ning Yan's hand with a look of sadness on her face.
"You and I are husband and wife?" Ning Yan asked.
Wenren Jinping was startled for a moment, then nodded quickly: "Did Anlang remember anything?"
"I'm just asking." Ning Yan said, looking at Wenren Jinping's beauty, she thought to herself that she was really lucky.
He also thought about the maid named Huanxi calling him uncle just now. Could it be that he was taking the template of a son-in-law?
Ning Yan was about to get up from the bed, but Wenren Jinping quickly reached out to help him.
The physical discomfort was not due to illness, but Ning Yan felt a flow of Qi inside her body, which was a feeling she had never felt before.
"Anlang, you..."
"I want to go out for a walk."
"I'll get you dressed."
Wenren Jinping brought a robe and put it on Ning Yan. Ning Yan wiped the material of the clothes and found that it was very smooth and soft. It must be a valuable thing. The same was true for Wenren Jinping. It didn't look like a fake. of.
The doubts in Ning Yan's heart were also eliminated little by little.
The two of them walked out of the room and came to the courtyard.
Two maids came running over with surprise on their faces.
"Master An! You're awake!"
Wenren Jinping introduced: "They are Xiangyun and Zhenniang, servants of the family."
Ning Yan looked at these two pretty maids, nodded slightly, and then shook his head.
"Can I go out for a walk?"
"Where do you want to go, husband?"
"Anywhere will do."
Wenren Jinping immediately asked Xiangyun and Zhenniang to prepare the carriage.
After leaving An Mansion, the two of them didn't go too far. Wenren Jinping took Ning Yan to the West Garden next to Yun Lake.
The two went up to the second floor. Anyan saw a painting in the center of the attic. It was a portrait of a man. He was sitting there holding a cake in one hand and stuffing it into his mouth. He was holding it underneath with the other hand, probably for fear of falling to pieces. Come on.
Ning Yan felt nothing in her heart, but Wenren Jinping was emotionally moved by the scene.
"Anlang, it's okay. I'm going to ask the National Master. She is an immortal! She will definitely be able to restore your memory."
Immortal?
Ning Yan turned around and looked out the window. The ancient city was crowded and prosperous.
Only then did some waves arise in his heart.
I actually traveled through time...
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