The reborn woman returns

Chapter 164

Purple jade flute? !Xue Yan, who had never spoken all this time, suddenly frowned, staring at Uncle Yu with fiery eyes.Could it be the legend...

Seeing Xue Yan's expression, Uncle Yu already understood what he knew, so he didn't want to say more. He bent down and cupped his hands, then turned and left. He had to explain some follow-up things about Jingshui after his death. There is no treasure that others can miss, but it should be safer.

Seeing her husband's solemn expression after Uncle Yu left, Huo Hanyan already guessed what her husband knew, "Husband, do you know the purple jade flute that Uncle Yu said?" Otherwise, how many purple jade flutes are there in the world? I don't know who will give this thing to in the future.

"It's just a legend." When I heard this legend in the border town, I didn't believe it at all, but now I believe it a little bit. "It is said that when the Zizhu sage appeared thousands of years ago, he was holding a purple jade flute."

Huo Hanyan couldn't help raising her eyebrows, "Sage of Purple Bamboo?!" Thinking of the layout of Jingshui, a thought arises spontaneously. Could it be that Jingshui is related to the purple bamboo forest in Xianzhou.Purple Bamboo Forest...

Purple Bamboo Mural!

So these things could be...! !

I finally understand why Mrs. Vegetarian wants to get them so madly. This is indeed a hot potato. "Husband, what are these things you are talking about?"

"Open it and have a look." Xue Yan seemed indifferent. Before Huo Hanyan could react, he took two steps forward to unfold the wooden box and looked at the contents inside. Huo Hanyan was a little dazed. What is this?
A hairpin, carved from emerald, an ordinary woman's hairpin——

Is this what Mrs. Ru Su is obsessed with, and what the Yu family has guarded for generations?Could it be Yu Bona's fault?

Huo Hanyan stretched out her hand, opened the silk scroll on the table, and looked at the contents inside, feeling a little unacceptable, what does this mean? !No wonder when Uncle Yu handed it over to them, he didn't say that they were not allowed to open it, but that this thing was just ordinary and there was no need to hide it at all.

The silk scroll that Mrs. Su Su disregarded her image that night and tried to snatch it was just a portrait, without signature or inscription.The painter is extremely skilled, even if the silk scroll is white, you can still clearly see the youth in the painting, with silver hair hanging over the waterfall, red seals between the brows, and stars shining in the eyes, revealing a fairy posture and elegance, he is extremely handsome man.etc!What he holds in his hand is...

Compared with Huo Hanyan's curiosity about this matter, the more important thing in Xue Yan's heart was when Mo Lao would arrive.The distance between Xuanlin County and Nanjiang is not far, and it takes only three or four round trips to go back and forth quickly. Now it is the fourth day, and he is about to be unable to hold back.

Just when he was about to take Huo Hanyan to the southern border, Jie finally brought him along.

Looking at the middle-aged man in front of him taking his pulse, Huo Hanyan was a little dazed.White hair and beardless, with green eyebrows, he looks young, but his husband calls him Mo Lao, and his voice is neither male nor female, which feels very weird. "Husband, is there something wrong with me?" Although he occasionally had heart palpitations a few days ago, and he vomited blood when he felt uncomfortable, he had already told Su Yan not to tell him about the vomiting of blood, so he probably didn't know about it.In the past few days, I haven't felt any discomfort, not to mention full of energy, my breath is also very smooth, even if I use my internal energy, I can get twice the result with half the effort.

Xue Yan looked at her and said softly. "It's all right, seeing that you've been sleeping quite unsteadily these days, I'll ask this doctor to check your Ping'an pulse."

Mo Lao raised his eyebrows when he heard that, and the snake-shaped totem on the center of his brows wrinkled into a ball. Lao Tzu is one of the four great protectors of the Southern Xinjiang Sacred Religion.For the sake of Xue Yan's kindness to the Holy Church, he didn't bother with him, and just concentrated on diagnosing the pulse, from doubt to seriousness.

"Doctor, how am I?" Seeing his expression, Huo Hanyan couldn't help asking in doubt.

Mo Lao stopped, stood up and said: "Madam, has she ever had heart palpitations, and even vomited blood."

"Not bad." Could it be that he is really ill?However, Xue Yan's eyes were dark and inexplicable. Hanyan had vomited blood, but she didn't tell him.

Mo Lao stood up, glanced at Xue Yan, and said with an inexplicable smile: "From now on, be careful about intercourse, too much force, and don't take too long. Don't worry about kidney deficiency, your wife is so delicate~"

Huo Hanyan was a little dumbfounded, what does this mean?Is my palpitations and vomiting of blood related to sexual intercourse?
"Ahem..." Xue Yan coughed in embarrassment, seeming a little angry. "Let's go out and talk!"

Mo Lao shrugged his shoulders and raised his eyebrows at Huo Hanyan, made a farewell gesture and walked out.But Xue Yan squatted down, stared at Huo Hanyan, and pecked her forehead affectionately, "I'll go out and ask, you are waiting in the room, huh?"

"Yeah." Just now the doctor talked about the intercourse, and it was really inconvenient for him to go out and ask each other.It's better for my husband to go, if it is really related to this, there will be a way to solve it.

As soon as Xue Yan went out, he saw Mr. Mo holding the flagon on his waist, took a sip and did not turn around, his voice was a little low. "It's a loss of heart." Turning to look at Xue Yan, he asked suspiciously: "How did she get this kind of poison?"

"I don't know." Xue Yan asked both Su Yan and Jue carefully, and Su Yan said that when she came back from the palace, the princess started to have heart palpitations for the first time when she drank tea.But everything in the Duke's Mansion is under his nose, and anything that passes through Huo Hanyan's hands must have been tried by someone, and there is absolutely no possibility of poisonous things. "Is there a solution?"

Mo Lao frowned, "Yes, unless..."

(End of this chapter)