The Leisurely Countryside of the Farmer’s Daughter-in-law

  Chapter 837 Looks similar

  Yang Lan'er can only say that looking at him is like looking at Tan Anjun decades later. Looking at him, one can know what Tan Anjun's appearance will be decades later.

   Wouldn't it be what she thought?

  Yang Lan'er looked at Tan Anjun with questioning eyes: "What's going on?"

  Where did the people come from?

   Tan Anjun looked at the man in front of him who had been silent since entering the door with complicated eyes.

   "He is a farmer in a small village within the jurisdiction of Ganzhou, named Qingshan."

  From Tan Anjun's mouth, Yang Lan'er learned that this middle-aged man who looked a lot like Tan Anjun was called Qingshan, and he was a citizen of a small village under the jurisdiction of Ganzhou.

  He is not a native of Ganzhou, but was rescued sixteen years ago by a girl who was chopping firewood on the mountain.

  Because of his head injury, he lost his memory after the injury healed.

  Because it was picked up on Qingshan, it is called Qingshan.

   Very casual name.

   It just so happens that this family only has two daughters, and having no offspring is the biggest headache for this family. The eldest daughter, who is fifteen years old, is the girl who saves lives.

   While recuperating from their injuries, the two got along day and night, and the eldest daughter fell in love with this young man.

  The young man lost his memory and had nowhere to go, the two secretly fell in love, and as time passed, the woman's parents realized what was going on, and decided to let the young man marry into the farm.

  The young couple lived their lives like glue. They had two sons and a daughter after marriage. Life was hard but the family was happy.

  Until Tan Anjun accidentally discovered him this time and brought him back to the palace.

  The story is very cliché, but the story comes from life, and life is sometimes so dramatic.

  Yang Lan'er sighed inwardly. Fate tricked people. She blinked at Tan Anjun and asked, "Have you told him everything about your situation?"

Tan Anjun nodded, his straight eyebrows frowned slightly, and said helplessly: "I told him, but unfortunately he didn't believe it. I learned from his family that when it rains or cold these years, he will Unscheduled headaches, I think it should be because the congestion in his brain has not cleared, Lan'er, can you do anything?"

   "I'll take my pulse first."

  At this time, Yang Lan'er noticed that the middle-aged man's hands were tightly clenched into fists. Is this nervous? Who do you still want to maim?

  It seems that he is not as indifferent as he appears on the surface!

   She gestured to him dumbfounded, and said in a conferring tone: "Master, stretch out your hand, let me feel the pulse?"

   "Puff!"

  Tan Anjun happened to take a sip of tea and almost choked him to death. It was clearly his father who just lost his memory, and his little wife actually called him 'Master! '

   What is this called?

  The middle-aged man looked at the man who claimed to be his son with disgust, and put his hand on the table.

   Tan Anjun stared at his little wife reproachfully, please don't speak so down-to-earth, sometimes it's really scary and I'm not used to it.

  Yang Lan'er looked left and right, a young face was busy wiping his mouth, and a middle-aged face was frowning and showing disgust, looking very happy.

She took the pulse and checked the place where his head was injured, and asked some questions, then took the wet handkerchief from Li Chun's hand and wiped his hands, and said under the expectant eyes of the two men: "It's not a big problem, After taking medicine and acupuncture for ten and a half months, the congestion in the brain can be almost gone."

  Hearing this, Tan Anjun breathed a sigh of relief, as long as he can recover.

  During the acupuncture and moxibustion period, the old prince had been observing the young couple quietly. When he learned from the young man that he was his son, he was undoubtedly like a thunderbolt in the clear sky, and his mind became a mess.

  Because he has no memory of the past, it is scary to have multiple sons out of thin air.

  In the past ten years of living in a small mountain village, he has learned the skill of farming, and now he can use this skill with ease.

  Suddenly someone came up and said that he used to be a high-ranking prince, and whoever believes in the matter of the pie in the sky is a fool.

   This is what I thought in the past, but now looking at the 'son' who looks 80% similar to myself, it's hard not to doubt it in my heart!

  The peaceful life was disrupted, think about the excited expressions of the wife and children at home.

  The old prince thought it was too difficult for him!

  Yang Lan'er stood behind the old prince for acupuncture and moxibustion. From such a close distance, he could see the current situation of the old prince more clearly. His skin was rough and dark, and his hair was thick and rough. At a glance, he could tell the result of lack of nutrition and hard work all day long.

   But looking at his external temperament, she thinks he should be a refined and handsome uncle when he recovered.

On the second day, the old prince continued acupuncture and moxibustion to remove stasis, and Ai Yu also handed in a letter of worship. Under such circumstances, Tan Anjun was definitely unwilling and had no time to meet outsiders. Knowing Ai Yu's purpose in Liangzhou, he was not embarrassed Let him take office with peace of mind.

   "I haven't seen this kid for several years, has he changed his appearance?" Yang Lan'er asked while twisting the needle.

   "After all, I have lived up to your care for him at the beginning, and now I can be regarded as an official of the imperial court."

   "It's not that your fief is not prepared to accept officials appointed by the court, why did you compromise again this time?"

  Tan Anjun looked at Yang Lan'er with a look of betrayal, and hummed: "It's not for your sake, don't be cheap and good-looking."

   "Ahem!" The old prince coughed.

  Yang Lan'er chuckled silently, okay, father-in-law is still here, don't be presumptuous!

   is really embarrassingly capitalized.

   After half a month of acupuncture and moxibustion, the old prince's headache was obviously relieved, and his memory showed signs of recovery.

   In half a month, the relationship between the old prince and several juniors doubled. He was very talkative in front of other people, and he was very talkative in front of his grandchildren, and had common topics.

  Today is the last time for acupuncture and moxibustion.

  Tan Anjun and the children waited aside nervously and excitedly.

  Yang Lan'er glanced at her man with great interest, there are few mundane things that can make him so concerned, and can affect his emotions.

  Looks like a lack of love!

  She felt sorry for her man's lack of paternal love since he was a child, and said to him gently: "After the acupuncture, he can't remember the past immediately. He has to drink the medicine and sleep. If you have anything to do, go and do it first."

   Tan Anjun shook his head and refused: "No, it doesn't matter if the sky falls today, I'll wait!"

  Yang Lan'er shrugged, well, you can do whatever you want.

  The children trembled every time they saw her get a needle.

  Looking funny and heartbroken!

   Let them go out to play first but refuse.

  Since you don’t want to, then you can accept it!

   "Mother, will Grandpa recover after this injection?" Kun'er asked.

   "Almost good."

   "Does grandpa hurt?" Yingzi looked at his head full of needles, feeling sorry for the old prince for a second.

   "It doesn't hurt." The old prince smiled.

   "Mother, will grandpa remember me when he is well? Can he remember me from before?" Kun'er asked again.

   "Hehe!" Everyone was amused by him.

  Yu'er covered her face, ashamed to look at his brother.

   Tan Anjun smiled and said, "You were not born when your grandfather left. Where will he remember you?"

  Kun'er looked at grandpa and mother, is it like this?

  The old prince couldn't nod his head with needles stuck in his head, so he could only wink mischievously at him.

Yang Lan'er walked over, hugged him and sat on her lap, and kissed him: "Yes, son, what your father said is correct, but you don't have to be sad, mother is just like you, she never saw your grandfather before. In the future, I will not be in his previous memory."

"real?"

   "Really!"

   Kun'er sighed like a little adult, "Well, my son was successfully comforted by you."

   The crowd laughed again.

   The waiting time seemed extremely long.

   When the time came, Yang Lan'er started the injection, and then took the medicine that had been prepared early in Lichun, and asked the old prince to drink it and sleep well.

   And let others not disturb him, let him sleep until he wakes up naturally.