Reborn from the bottom of the coffin, the miracle doctor and the ugly concubine fight against the wo

Dingguan City is more than 100 miles away from Huaizhou City, and Aao rode a fast horse to arrive at sunset.

Before he arrived, Xie Chengfeng and the knights from the Jianghu had already entered the city in twos and threes, but he didn't know where they were scattered now.

After Aao entered the city, he didn't dare to look around. He followed the direction indicated in the letter and searched all the way to the meeting point.

Above the head, Marshal Xiao was circling and following in the sky. Ao looked up at the setting sun and knocked on the door of a private residence.

After a while, the door opened, and a lean and short man poked his head out and asked in a low voice: "Who are you looking for?"

"I don't know." A'ao took out the letter directly, "Someone sent me a letter."

The man took the letter, looked at it, and stretched out his hand: "Give me the knife."

Aao removed the knife and handed it over, and then the man opened the door a little wider and asked him to come in.

Aao took a deep breath and stepped into the yard.

The courtyard door was closed immediately, and the man searched his body again to make sure there were no other hidden weapons, and then led him towards the hall.

A'ao followed behind and looked up again. Marshal Xiao had disappeared.

He looked around again, back, forth, left and right. It was quiet everywhere. There were no soldiers standing guard, and it didn't look like there was an ambush.

it's wired.

This feeling was different from what he imagined.

It's not like a kidnapper handing over, but like opening a door to welcome guests.

But the owner is still missing.

When he reached the corridor of the hall, the man stopped and said to him: "Please wait a moment and let me report to the master."

A'ao didn't say anything, just stood there waiting for him and looked at the rooms on the left and right.

I wonder if the king will be in one of them, or if they will keep her in a more private place.

Just as he was thinking about it, the man had come back and extended his hand to invite him in.

Aao pursed his lips and walked in expressionlessly, but the man did not follow, but closed the door from the outside.

The door made a creaking sound when it was closed. Aao didn't look back and quickly scanned the hall.

There were footsteps behind the screen used as a partition, and a tall and burly figure walked around the screen and walked towards him.

General Timmu!

Aao recognized the person instantly, clenched his fists slightly, and refrained from speaking first.

"Why, you don't recognize me anymore?" General Timu came to him and met his eyes. Maybe he knew that he had no weapons on him, so his tone was very relaxed.

"I understand, he is my defeated general." Aao said contemptuously.

General Timu's expression froze, and his thick eyebrows furrowed: "Apart from this?"

Aao was stunned and frowned: "What do you mean?"

General Timu did not answer immediately. He stared at him carefully for a long time and then said again: "You don't recognize me?"

A'ao didn't know what kind of medicine he was selling in his gourd, so he said in an impatient tone: "I'm here to replace him. I'll let my king go. You can kill or behead him as long as you want."

General Timu chuckled: "Young master, you are joking. I finally saw you, how could I kill you?"

Little Lord?

Aao was completely confused and said doubtfully: "You must have mistaken the wrong person, I am not a young master."

"No, I personally went to Liangzhou to bring the young master back on the order of the old king. How could I admit my mistake?" General Tiemu said, "On the other hand, the young master, was he injured in some way? Why did he hurt himself?" Have you forgotten your identity?"

When A'ao heard the word "Liangzhou", his heart skipped a few beats, but he still managed to remain calm and said: "I don't know what you are talking about. I am here to replace you today. Please let my king go and let him go." I can do anything.”

General Timu smiled and extended his hand to him as an invitation: "Young Master has had a hard journey, let's sit down and have a cup of tea and talk slowly!"

As he spoke, he took the lead and sat down cross-legged in front of the tables with hot tea.

There was a thick tiger skin blanket spread in front of the table. Aao hesitated for a moment, followed his example, and sat down cross-legged on the blanket opposite him.

General Timmu picked up the teapot and poured a bowl of tea for him himself.

The tea is thick and milky white, with a faint fishy aroma.

"Young master, if you don't remember who you are, you should remember our horse milk tea in Beidi, right?" General Timu said, his eyes always on his face, never moving away, as if he was trying to tell whether he was lying.

Horse milk tea?

Aao stared at the steaming bowl of milky white liquid without moving or speaking.

General Timu poured himself another bowl, picked it up and took a big sip: "Look, it's not poisonous, young master, feel free to drink it."

Ah Ao also took a sip and felt a familiar feeling spread throughout his body with heat.

He didn't remember that he had drunk this kind of tea before, but why did it feel so familiar to him when he drank it for the first time?

Is he really the young master this person says he is?

No, it's not possible.

Ah Ao calmed down and returned to his normal expression: "I don't care what you want to say, I just want to see my king as soon as possible. If I can't see the king, it's useless no matter how much you say."

"It seems that the young master really cares about that woman." General Temu said, "Would you rather be a slave next to a woman than take back the supreme rights that should belong to you?"

A'ao was startled again. He was impatient to talk nonsense with him, but then he thought, since he wanted to delay the time for the prince and the others to arrive, why not just listen to what this man was talking about.

"I don't remember." A'ao said, "I have no impression of what you said. What kind of young master do you want me to believe that I am? You might as well say it more clearly!"

Seeing that his attitude had softened, General Temu thought that he had persuaded him, so he patiently talked to him about the past.

"The King of Beidi had five sons, all of whom were brave and good at fighting. However, they fought among themselves for the throne. Four of them died, leaving only the third prince who was the most ferocious.

The King of Beidi did not like this ferocious son. He believed that he would only show off his cruelty and fight, and could not lead Beidi to become strong. On the contrary, he would accelerate Beidi's demise.

One day, he quietly called me and asked me to go to Liangzhou to pick up a child. He said that the child was born to a local woman when he was on an expedition to Liangzhou. He wanted to take the child back and train him well so that he could become a soldier. The first king of Beidi. "

General Timu stopped here and glanced at Aao: "You should have guessed that this child is you, right?"

A'ao looked at him with a stupefied expression, but her heart was in turmoil.

There was nothing good about this story and he didn't want to hear it anymore.

He didn't want to be that child, nor did he want to have the blood of Beidi people in his body.

The Beidi people are the king's enemies, and the king's enemies are his enemies.

He just wanted to follow the king and be her personal bodyguard for the rest of his life, even if he never knew his life experience, it didn't matter.

As long as he could be with the king, he would rather be an orphan with no origin.