Houfu Key Class

Although he had many complaints against Luo Jingfeng, at least he could bring his son home, so the old marquis forced himself to swallow his anger.

There were many people escorting them back to Beijing.

He was afraid that Zong Yan would resist on the road, but since he was locked in the prison car, he became honest, motionless, and did not communicate with anyone.

The old marquis was a very emotional person. Seeing his son become like this, he always couldn't help crying, but Zong Yan's expression still didn't change at all.

He didn't seem to know the old marquis at all.

Even though Luo Jingfeng had concluded that he didn't have amnesia, the old marquis was still unsure and kept telling him about his childhood all the way.

It was the end of the month and the weather was dry and cold.

Except for Xu Wan, who was about to give birth and stayed in the yard, the whole family was looking forward to Zong Yan's return.

The carriage could only enter from the side door, and the old marquis asked people to drive the car into the yard to avoid being seen by others.

The moment the curtain was lifted, the old lady's eyes turned red, and she cried out his name with tears in her voice: "Yan'er!"

Zong Yan didn't look up.

He was waiting.

The door of the prison car opened, and the old marquis reached out to take him out, but Zong Yan seized the opportunity to push him away and ran out.

"Zong Yan!" The old marquis shouted in panic.

Zong Zhao quickly stepped forward and pulled Zong Yan's arm back. The two quarreled and fought directly in the yard.

Yan Suxue and Zong Wenxiu were originally uneasy, not knowing how Zong Yan would react when he saw them. Who would have thought that Zong Yan didn't look at anyone at all, and wanted to run away.

The mother and son pulled the old lady on the left and right, fearing that she would rush forward and be hurt by the two people in the fight.

The old lady was so anxious that she kept shouting: "Zhao'er, be careful, don't hurt him."

At the age of sixteen, Zong Yan was no match for Zong Zhao.

At the age of twenty-eight, he was still not.

But Zong Zhao's goal was just to take him down, and he didn't use his full strength, but Zong Yan's attack was fierce, which made Zong Zhao angry. He pulled his brother's arm away and said angrily: "Zong Yan, calm down, you are home and safe."

Zong Yan ignored him, pulled out his arm like a dragon, and looked for an opportunity to escape. His martial arts moves were more flexible than before. If he didn't use ruthless hands, it was unknown when he would fight.

Zong Zhao found an opportunity and knocked him unconscious with one blow, and ordered: "Bring the iron chain and lock him in the room."

"Yes, General."

Because Yan Suxue was a concubine when she first came into the family, she didn't let her live in Zong Yan's room. Later, after she was promoted to the main wife, she didn't care about these things and didn't move there, so Zong Yan's room has been empty. The decoration inside is the same as twelve years ago, all in the bright style he likes.

The iron chain found by the servants was thick and strong. Zong Zhao decisively locked it to Zong Yan's feet and fixed it to the side of the bed, leaving enough length for him to move around the bed.

The old lady was distressed. She squatted beside the bed and wanted to touch Zong Yan's face, but she didn't dare to touch him: "Zhao'er, he is Yan'er, right? He looks exactly like my Yan'er, he is Yan'er, right?"

Zong Zhao didn't answer this question, but reached out to touch Zong Yan's pulse to check if there was anything wrong with his body.

But who knew, his wrist was exposed.

There were several scars.

One by one, long and thin small scars.

The old marquis took a breath: "What is this? Does anyone want to pick Yan'er's tendons?"

"It shouldn't be, his martial arts has not been abolished." Zong Zhao quickly turned over his other arm, and there were still such scars on his wrist.

The old marquis also went to help. The others were terrified, and soon they heard him say: "There are no scars on the ankles."

Zong Zhao was silent for a moment, stretched out his hand to pull open Zong Yan's shirt, and there were countless such small scars on his well-defined chest, exactly the same as on his two wrists.

Everyone was shocked and speechless.

The old lady said in a trembling voice: "What...what is this? How can there be so many tiny wounds?!"

Her breathing became increasingly rapid, and her steps gradually became unsteady.

Zong Zhao frowned and said: "Father, you should go back to your room first. Zong Yan is not seriously injured. There is no need for so many people to watch him here. I will tell you when there is news."

The old marquis saw that the old lady was indeed a little bit exhausted, and quickly agreed: "Yes, yes, everyone should go back first. Too many people will easily scare Zong Yan."

As he said this, he helped the old lady out of the house, and asked Zong Wenxiu to take care of Yan Suxue and not to come to this courtyard first, so as not to be hurt by Zong Yan.

Zong Wenxiu nodded obediently: "Grandfather, don't worry, we won't cause trouble at this time."

"Good boy, go."

After everyone left, Zong Zhao undressed Zong Yan and continued to check.

As he expected, the scars were all over Zong Yan's body, some of which were very old, and some were the newest.

The wounds looked small. If they had been properly treated at the time, there wouldn't have been so many scars left. But it seemed that Zong Yan didn't have the conditions to treat them at the time.

Zong Zhao's fingers trembled with pain. He put on his clothes one by one. All that came to his mind were the sixteen-year-old beauty-loving boy who exercised in the martial arts field every day, either showing off his figure to him or yelling about which nice clothes he wanted to wear.

He cared so much about his appearance.

Zong Zhao felt his pulse and found nothing unusual, so he ordered someone to go to the palace to invite the imperial physician. While waiting, he sat by the bed and never took his eyes off his brother.

The boy who always had a smiling face when he was young, because he hadn't smiled for too long, his facial aura had changed. Even when he closed his eyes and slept, he was cold and indifferent.

"Zong Yan..."

The imperial physician from the palace came on the emperor's orders. He quickly bowed to Zong Zhao and sat down to check Zong Yan's pulse.

After checking the pulse, the imperial physician said, "General, the second son's pulse is normal and he is healthy."

It was the same as his own judgment, but it was not reassuring.

Zong Zhao asked again, "Can you diagnose memory loss?"

The imperial physician replied in embarrassment, "General, memory loss is mostly caused by a major brain stimulation or a heavy blow. I just checked the second son's head and found no scars, but it may be because it has been a long time, and the scars have healed."

Zong Zhao looked at the person chained to the bed and suddenly said, "What should we do with him?"

The imperial physician was also asked.

He hesitated and replied: "Why don't we observe him first? When he is familiar with the environment he once lived in and his relatives, maybe he will let down his guard?"

Zong Zhao nodded and said: "Thank you for the trip, imperial physician."

"You are too polite. This is what I should do."

After sending the imperial physician away, Zong Zhao returned to his room.

Told Xu Wan about what happened after Zong Yan came back.

Xu Wan had been waiting for news. After listening to him, she said: "Since he has been a counselor to the Prince of Jin'an for so many years, he must have been controlled by someone. Maybe we can check Zong Yan's experience in Youguo? I mean, a more detailed one, including the time of his appearance and his daily life."