A dark villain came to Jinting Bulaoxiang

Xiao Sizhe was completely confused. He had no idea that the Lan Xi that Sikong Yan often talked about was actually himself.

His mind was filled with every little detail of his time with Sikong Yan. It seemed that only Sikong Yan remained in his memory, and he had even forgotten his original name.

Although I still have some impressions of my father and mother, they are only the important parts, and the trivial past is almost gone.

He wanted to tell Sikong Yan countless times that he remembered every detail of their time together.

However, he has become a different person now, and he is afraid that Brother Yan will think he is an imposter, so he decides not to tell Sikong Yan the truth.

At this moment, Sikong Yan suddenly asked, "Where were you before, little beggar?" When Xiao Sizhe heard this question, he felt flustered and didn't know how to answer.

Xiao Sizhe's thoughts involuntarily drifted back to that extremely painful scene. However, facing the current situation, he could only try to explain it by using the excuse that it was a dream.

He held Sikong Yan's hand tightly, and the scene of being pierced through the heart by an arrow from Emperor Yuxuan kept flashing in his mind. At the moment of death, he clearly heard the sound of brother Yan hugging him and crying. In this world, only brother Yan loved him so sincerely.

"I often heard a crying voice haunting my dreams, and when I woke up, I was already a ragged crazy beggar."

"Who is crying?" Sikong Yan continued to ask questions. Xiao Sizhe hesitated for a moment, then said, "It's my dearest person! Brother Yan, don't ask anymore. I will teach you the turtle breathing method, but you must not tell anyone else! This is our secret!"

When he said this, Si Baodang suddenly grabbed his hand, because he found that this was a catchphrase that Xiao Lanmao used to say. This discovery made him even begin to doubt whether Xiao Sizhe was Lanmao's reincarnation.

At this moment, Xiao Sizhe suddenly laughed, and her laughter was like a silver bell: "Brother Yan, you caught my armpits..."

"Oh," Sikong Yan finally woke up from his dream and quickly let go, saying apologetically, "I'm sorry! I lost my composure."

"You can't be too stupid! If you can't learn it, we'll all be doomed!" Xiao Sizhe poked his nose with her hand mischievously and said, "It's so ugly!"

This familiar action made Sikong Yan's certainty even stronger. He was ecstatic. It turned out that Lan Zhen had always been by his side.

No wonder every time he was with him, he would feel an endless power surging. Xiao Sizhe was his protector, god of fortune, and god of luck. With Xiao Sizhe by his side, he firmly believed that his plan would succeed, and his belief in changing the dynasty became stronger.

Sikong Yan's heart was as sweet as honey at this moment, but in order to confirm it more accurately, he decided to test it from many aspects. He was in a very good mood and said with a smile on his face: "Such a smart master can teach even the dumbest apprentice?"

The implication of these words was self-evident. Upon hearing this, Xiao Sizhe leaned gently into his ear and carefully told him how the Turtle Breathing Technique worked.

On this cold night, Sikong Yan kept trying under the patient guidance of Xiao Sizhe, sometimes dying, sometimes coming back to life, and repeating this many times. Gradually, he finally understood that the reason why he dared to tease his father and the imperial teacher so openly before was because of this.

The next day, before dawn, Shui Qinglian, Han Mingguang, and Xiao Sanlang rushed in. Xiao Sizhe was lying on the bed, rubbing his eyes and complaining, "Can't I sleep? Ah!" He was really sleepy, and then he turned around and continued to sleep soundly.

Before Han Mingguang and Xiao Sanlang could urge her, the anxious Shui Qinglian had already quickly felt Sikong Yan's pulse. As soon as Dai's cold hand touched Sikong Yan's wrist, she found that his pulse was completely gone. Shui Qinglian was so scared that she quickly retracted her hand, turned around with a horrified look on her face, and said in a trembling voice: "The young prince is really dead!!"

When Han Mingguang heard this, he couldn't help laughing and said, "It's a good thing he died, it's a good thing he died! I wonder how this little Sizhe did it?" As a civil servant, he knew nothing about martial arts.

Shui Qinglian was filled with worry at this moment. His brows were furrowed tightly, and he kept thinking: Is Sikong Yan gone forever? What if he is really dead? What should I do?

The more he thought about it, the more uneasy he felt, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. In a hurry, he quickly took out a silver needle from his bosom and was about to stab Sikong Yan. At this moment, he was full of anxiety, fearing that even a miracle doctor like him could not save the situation.

And Sikong Yan was actually faking his death. He could hear every sound outside his body clearly, and he knew exactly what those people were thinking and what they wanted to do.

Just when Shui Qinglian's silver needle was about to pierce him, Sikong Yan suddenly opened his eyes! His eyes were full of astonishment and anger. This sudden change frightened Shui Qinglian so much that he seemed to be bounced back by an invisible force. He staggered back several steps and fell to the ground.

His face was pale and his lips were trembling. He shouted in horror, "Oh! He's dead!" This shout was particularly loud in the silent room and even woke up Xiao Sizhe who was still sleeping.

Xiao Sizhe jumped up from the bed with a startled look on her face, which was both angry and funny.

He muttered to himself: I am usually very confident in my medical skills, so why did Brother Yan's fake death scare him so much?

Thinking back to Shui Qinglian's panicked, disoriented and terrified look just now, it had never happened before. Xiao Sizhe knew that the friendship between him and Sikong Yan was as strong as steel and indestructible.

He raised his little face and said in a teasing tone: "Counterfeit! What are you afraid of? We can just counter your moves when the time comes! Hurry up and ask Sister Huolongguo to prepare breakfast and bring it in! You can't act well on an empty stomach! Also, only a few of us know about this, so you must not leak it out, understand?" After saying this, he blinked mischievously.

Han Mingguang watched from the side, his eyes wide open, full of disbelief. He secretly marveled in his heart, this little guy who was only six or seven years old was really a god!

Why is it that things that adults think are difficult can be solved so easily by him?

He looked at the clever and mischievous appearance of little Sizhe and couldn't help wondering: Is this still the same crazy little lunatic? What on earth is in this little guy's head? How can he be so smart?