kill the immortal

Chapter 87 1, Ning Yan An Yan
Ning Yan only felt a buzzing sound in his ears, disturbing him, the corners of his eyes moved, his brows frowned slightly, and only then did he let go of his gaze.

Everything around him made him extremely strange.

"An Lang! An Lang, you're awake!" A surprised female voice came from beside her ear, Ning Yan looked sideways and found a gentle beauty in a skirt, with a look of tears of joy on her pretty face.

"Huanxi! Huanxi! Call Mr. Sun!"

Ning Yan patted his forehead, thinking he really saw a ghost.

He sat up with effort, took a deep breath, and immediately looked around at everything around him.

Quaint room.

The strange things coming from his body made him extremely uncomfortable.

"An Lang, how are you? You've been in a coma for three days since you came here, and you're going to scare me to death!" The beauty by the bed threw herself into her arms, sobbing.

This soft and delicate body made Ning Yan freeze there motionless, smelling the fragrance of her body, he came back to his senses, and glanced at his fair and slender hands.

"Mirror."

"What did An Lang say?" The beauty raised her head and wiped away the tears from her eyes with her sleeve.

"Bring a mirror."

"Oh, good!"

She quickly got up and went to the dressing table, and brought over the mirror on it.

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

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

so strange...

Ning Yan thought to himself.

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

"Miss, Mr. Sun is here!"

Mr. Sun put down the wooden box and came to the bed, and Wenren Jinping also stepped aside for him.

After checking the pulse, Mr. Sun stroked his beard and thought for a while, and said, "Master An is fine, you just need to rest, and I will prescribe some soothing prescriptions."

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

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

Wenren Jinping turned his gaze to Ning Yan who was on the bed, but saw that he was pinching his face with his hands.

"Husband!" She quickly approached and grabbed his hand.

"Why did my husband hurt himself?"

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

Wenren Jinping's expression froze: "Husband, you..."

Ning Yan touched his head and said, "I seem to... have lost my memory."

Mr. Sun, who was writing the prescription with a pen, couldn't help but paused when he heard the words, and looked over in a blink of an eye.

Wenren Jinping showed a worried expression, and asked urgently: "Husband, don't you remember my concubine's identity?"

Ning Yan shook her head lightly.

Huanxi also came over at this time, and asked, "Master...do you remember Huanxi?"

Ning Yan saw that the worry in Wenren Jinping's eyes didn't seem fake, thought to himself, and said, "I don't even remember who I am."

Wen Ren Jinping said eagerly: "Husband, this concubine is Jinping, your wife!"

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

Wenren Jinping woke up with a start, and quickly got up and stood aside.

Mr. Sun took Ning Yan's pulse again, and looked at Ning Yan's expression with a pensive look.

"Master An...do you really not remember who you are?"

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

"You also forgot your name?"

Ning Yan looked at Wenren Jinping at this time, and Wenren Jinping immediately said: "Husband, your name is An Yan!"

Annoyed...

Just different surnames.

Mr. Sun asked again: "Does Mr. An remember his age?"

Ning Yan still shook his head, while Wenren Jinping said, "My husband is this year."

Afterwards, Mr. Sun asked Ning Yan some questions, but Ning Yan shook his head and answered that he didn't know, and then he checked An Yan's head.

Old Mr. Sun got up slowly, thought for a while and said: "Master An's body is fine, and his head has not been injured, he must have suffered some kind of shock."

"Palpitations?"

Wen Ren Jinping frowned and pondered: "Three days ago, my husband came back from the palace. He didn't speak at that time, but fell asleep, and then he slept for three days..."

The next day, an angel also came to the palace and passed down a decree, saying that An was tired of the imperial court's rudeness and offending the queen, and that she should be dismissed from all official positions.

When Mr. Sun heard Wenren Jinping mentioned the imperial palace, he immediately cupped his hands and said, "Mrs. An, I will prescribe some recuperation prescriptions. Mrs. An's condition is strange, so please forgive me for being old and incompetent."

"Mr. Sun, your medical skills are as good as those of the Grand Hospital, and Uncle Yu also relies heavily on you, please think of a way!" Wenren Jinping said anxiously.

Mr. Sun sighed helplessly: "Since ancient times, the disease of amnesia cannot be easily reversed by manpower. Maybe one day Mr. An will recover on his own."

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 joy on her face.

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

Wenren Jinping was stunned, then nodded quickly: "Does An Lang remember anything?"

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

He also thought of the maid named Huanxi who called him uncle just now. Could it be that he was taking the template of a son-in-law?

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

The physical discomfort is not an illness, but Ning Yan feels a stream of qi circulating in his body, which is a feeling he has never felt before.

"An Lang, you..."

"I want to go out for a walk."

"I will dress you."

Wenren Jinping brought a robe and put it on Ning Yan's body. Ning Yan wiped the material of the clothes and found that it was very smooth and soft. It must be a valuable item, and the one on Wenren Jinping was the same, and it didn't look like a fake. of.

The doubts in Ning Yan's heart were gradually dispelled.

The two walked out of the door and came to the courtyard.

Two maidservants ran over with surprise on their faces.

"Master An! You're awake!"

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

Ning Yan looked at these two delicate maidservants, just nodded slightly, then shook her head again.

"Can I go out for a walk?"

"Where does your husband want to go?"

"Anywhere."

Wenren Jinping immediately asked Xiangyun and Zhenniang to prepare the carriage.

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

The two went up to the second floor, and An Yan saw a painting in the middle of the attic. On it was a portrait of a man, sitting there holding a pastry in one hand and stuffing it into his mouth, while the other hand was holding on to it, for fear of falling into pieces. Scum.

Ning Yan didn't feel anything in his heart, but Wenren Jinping felt hurt.

"An Lang, it's okay. I'll go ask Master Guoshi, she is a fairy! I will definitely restore your memory."

Fairy?

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

There were some waves in his heart.

I have really crossed over...

　Ask for a ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)