kill the immortal

Chapter 14, Chapter 14

On the carriage back, Yu Jingtang looked at An Yan and asked, "What do you think of this girl?"

"As rumored, he is both talented and beautiful." An Yan replied.

"Then are you satisfied with her?"

"My nephew's own conditions are far inferior to others, he dare not pick and choose, and is not greedy enough."

"What's so bad about your conditions, aren't you my nephew?" Yu Jingtang said lightly.

"..."

An Yan is speechless, the fact is true, if you marry the prime minister, even a beggar can become a nobleman.

"Since you don't have any objections, I'll send someone to hire someone on another day."

"It's all up to uncle to arrange."

Yu Jingtang nodded lightly, and said again: "There is a house next to Yunhu Lake, and I have placed it under your name. You can go and have a look if you have nothing to do in the past two days. Now you are the only one left in the Anjia. You should remember to continue the house." As for the incense, we can move in when we get married."

An Yan took a deep breath, got up and said: "Uncle is so kind and loving, my nephew really has nothing to repay."

Yu Jingtang held up a hand, and said calmly: "You don't need to repay the favor, I am the one who repays the favor."

As he spoke, he sighed softly, his face revealing the color of reminiscence.

Yu Jingtang continued: "The servants and maids in the house are fully equipped, and there is no need to worry about food and clothing expenses, but after you become a family, you have to come to the prime minister's mansion often. The same is true with your two uncles. We can help each other in the future.”

"My nephew remembers my uncle's instructions."

Yu Jingtang finally nodded, stopped talking, and sat there with his eyes closed to rest his mind.

This made An Yan hesitate, whether to tell the other party about Yu Nian.

The prime minister's mansion is so big, and it is all supported by Yu Jingtang, but it is too impersonal, and An Yan feels sorry and worthless for her uncle.

He looked at Yu Jingtang, who had a cold face opposite him, with light flickering in his eyes.

If you know how to repay your kindness, you should at least do so.

After returning to the mansion, An Yan bid farewell to Yu Jingtang, walked to the gate of the other courtyard where she lived, and saw a figure pacing back and forth there.

It was Ming Lan from the Jiang family, and when she saw An Yan's return, she immediately beamed with joy.

"An...young master."

She quickly regained her composure and ran towards An Yan in small steps.

"Master An."

After confirming that there was no one around, An Yan said calmly, "What's wrong?"

"I've already told Madam." Ming Lan said in a low voice.

"Ma'am, she wants to see you."

An Yan frowned when she heard this. Wouldn't it just give Yu Nian a handle on what to do when they met at this time, what was this woman thinking?
Minglan continued: "Madam said that she wants to discuss with you how to resolve this matter."

An Yanhu glimpsed that there seemed to be red marks under her collar, which were a bit glaring on her white and tender skin.

"Were you beaten?" An Yan asked calmly.

Ming Lan immediately shrunk her neck, and stretched out her hands to cover her collar more tightly. It was revealed that she delivered the letter for Madam, how could Madam forgive her so easily.

"Where's her lover?" An Yan asked again.

"Madam has already sent someone to send him out of the city!" Ming Lan said hastily.

An Yan frowned and said, "Just sending him out of the city? Are you not afraid of him being picked up again?"

Ming Lan said in a daze: "Master An, you mean..."

An Yan just looked at her coldly.

Minglan's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly lowered her head: "This servant knows... this servant will tell Madam again."

An Yan felt that the thoughts of these two women were too naive. He didn't want to meet Jiang, but after thinking about it, he was afraid that they would do something stupid again, so he murmured: "Tomorrow afternoon, I will go to the cloud. play on the lake."

"Slave go back and tell Madam."

An Yan was about to leave when she found Ming Lan reaching out and grabbing her sleeve.

She stood there timidly, pursed her lips and looked at An Yan, and said in a low voice: "Master An, last night... the master has never touched a slave, and the body of the slave is still clean..."

She suddenly brought up the matter of climbing onto An Yan's bed last night. At that time, she took off her clothes, and An Yan also looked at her whole body, but An Yan didn't have that kind of thought at that time.

Is this woman trying to make herself responsible for her?
An Yan just tugged at her sleeves and replied coldly, "Did I touch you last night?"

Ming Lan looked at the back of An Yan's departure, her eyes were a little lost. Master An's attitude did not make her feel angry or disappointed, but she felt a sense of steadfastness. She did not expect Master An to be responsible for her. She said all this just to tell the other party that she is innocent, so that Master An would not feel that she is promiscuous and hates herself.

Ming Lan didn't know where this feeling came from, she was thinking about Master An all day long, she felt like she was going to be dazed, just now when she waited here until An tired of seeing his side, she had a kind of addiction The thrill of being satisfied.

Master An...

An Yan was also thinking about Yu Nian and Jiang's affairs. His future seemed to be bright and beautiful, but the premise was that the immediate matter should be resolved properly.

Back in the yard, Xiangyun and Zhenniang came to ask An Yan what he wanted for dinner, An Yan suddenly remembered something, and took out a piece of paper from his arms.

"Do you all know the medicinal materials on it?"

The servants in the Prime Minister's Mansion are all literate. The second daughter carefully looked at the prescriptions and said, "Most of them are some common medicinal materials, but I haven't seen this 'Red Dimple Fruit'. Are you sick, Young Master An?"

After thinking about it, An Yan called Zhang Quan again, and said, "Go and help me grab some herbs, this is the prescription."

Zhang Quan went out of the yard with the prescription, An Yan said to Xiangyun and Zhenniang again: "I won't eat dinner, and send some fruits to my room."

Afterwards, An Yan went back to her room and started reading. She didn't go to Wentang Pavilion for the past two days, and she had already read several history books two or three times.

But the history of a dynasty is not a peaceful text. Whenever An Yan reads it, she will have new feelings in her heart and a deeper understanding of this era.

After all, this is not an ordinary ancient time, but a world where mechanical technology and immortal cultivation coexist.

It's just that the fire phosphorus is firmly controlled by the state, and it is only used in military industry and construction. It is still a little far away from ordinary people, which makes An Yan sometimes feel that this is an ordinary world.

The fire phosphorus technology that can be seen on weekdays is only the brass dragon lying on the palace, the mysterious armored soldiers patrolling the city, and the gear device on the city gate.

More than half an hour passed, and Zhang Quan came back with several packs of medicinal materials.

"Master An, this is the medicine you gave me according to your prescription. Among them, the pharmacy near the Hongzhuoguo Mansion is not available. I went to the largest pharmacy in the city to get it. It was a waste of time."

An Yan opened the paper bag containing the red choke fruit, and there were three shriveled fruits lying quietly inside, a bit similar to persimmons, red and black, An Yan had never seen it before, picked up one and smelled it, and The strange fragrance rushed straight into his nostrils, and then he felt extremely refreshed, as if a cool air was rushing through his body, which felt extremely comfortable.

He took a long breath and asked, "Did the people in the pharmacy say anything?"

"Say it, I read the prescription and said it is a prescription for nourishing qi and nourishing blood, so I got the medicine for me."

"Where is this red scorpion fruit?"

"This... I didn't ask." Zhang Quan was a little embarrassed.

An Yan looked at the red fruit in his hand, pondered for a while and said, "Go to decoct the medicine."

Xiangyun and Zhenniang took the medicinal materials to brew as instructed. They found the medicinal pot early, and put the medicinal materials into the fire according to the prescription.

However, after a while, An Yan was told that the water in the medicine pot could not be boiled no matter what.

An Yan walked over to look at the red fruit floating on the water, and suddenly reached out to pick it up. There was a huge fire under the medicine pot, but the water inside was still cool.

Could this be those rare spiritual fruits in the novel?
An Yan thought about it, and felt that it was very possible. After all, it was the prescription prescribed by Master Xuanyi. Just after smelling it, he felt refreshed all over his body.
He couldn't help looking forward to it.

After An Yan took out the red fruit, the medicine pot soon became steaming.

As the sky gradually darkened, Xiangyun and Zhenniang entered An Yan's room with a bowl of boiled medicinal soup.

Those herbs smelled nothing, but this bowl of medicinal soup was extremely pungent. An Yan sipped it, feeling extremely bitter. This was the worst medicine he had ever tasted. In his previous life, he was not joking when he said that Chinese medicine was unpleasant.

An Yan resisted to drink a bowl of medicine, then put the red fruit in his mouth and chewed it raw.

The red fruit looks shriveled, but the juice is unexpectedly rich, and it feels more refreshing than eating mint.

But other than that, there is no other taste, there is no bitterness, sweetness, saltiness in the whole stomach, An Yan wonders if he drank too bitter medicine just now, which caused the sense of taste to fail, and he can't help but secretly think it's a pity.

Resisting the urge to try another one, An Yan took a shower and went to bed to rest.

This sleep was very heavy, and he had a dream, dreaming that he was in a bright world, surrounded by golden mist, just like the fairyland in the TV series.

He saw a soft light group approaching him and enveloping him. This feeling was unprecedentedly comfortable, as if floating in the clouds...

When I woke up, it was daylight.

An Yan stood up and stretched, feeling all the fatigue on her body was swept away, and her whole body felt light.

He drank a glass of water to rinse his mouth, and then went to the toilet. He had the habit of drinking water before going to bed at night, and he just got up in the morning to excrete.

But after standing for a long time without any urge to urinate, An Yan thought that it should be the effect of the red scorpion fruit yesterday. If it is really a rare and spiritual product that is beneficial to the body, she should buy more and take good care of her body.

An Yan was washing up here, when Yu Huanzhang came to the door again. He was dressed in expensive white clothes, but he didn't have any dusty temperament, and he spoke carelessly.

"Yo! Brother Yan got up early today!"

"Brother Huanzhang also came early."

"Hahaha, I came to look for you yesterday, but you were not at home, so I had to come earlier today." Yu Huanzhang said with a smile.

An Yan paused for wiping his face. Yesterday he accompanied Yu Jingtang to Wenren's mansion, and his marriage with Wenren Jinping was about to be finalized.

Then what about the brother Huanzhang who has been obsessed with Wenren Jinping and threatened to marry Wenren Jinping before?
(End of this chapter)