Concubine, please respect yourself

Chapter 342 Dice
After Yan Huaijin sent Lu Ziyu back to the Lu residence, Lu Jinyan led a large family to send Yan Huaijin off at the door in gratitude.

"Thank you, Mr. Yan, for finding my fourth mother." Lu Jinyan bowed deeply to Yan Huaijin.

His status was far more noble than Yan Huaijin's, and it seemed that he was really grateful to Yan Huaijin for being able to put down his airs.

"My lord, I can't help it." Yan Huaijin hurriedly supported Lu Jinyan, but before he was completely stable, he couldn't help but squeezed the handkerchief to cover his lips and coughed violently.

Coughing violently, as if to cough up all the bile.

Lu Zhiting stepped forward with a worried face, "Brother Yan, are you okay?"

Yan Huaijin coughed and waved her hand to signal that she was well.

His face was as pale as moon frost, his whole body was cold and stiff, he looked like he was seriously ill.

After a long time, the cough gradually became smaller.

Taking advantage of people not paying attention, Yan Huaijin quickly wiped the tip of her lips vigorously with the handkerchief, wiped off the moisture on the tip of her lips, and then hid the handkerchief under the wide sleeves.

"Brother Lu, don't worry. I'm afraid I caught the wind and cold. I'll be fine when I go back and drink a bowl of ginger soup to drive away the cold." He smiled warmly and cupped his hands, "Si Niangzi is weaker than me. My family got a elixir plant in Japan, and I sent someone to bring it when I returned home in a while."

After finishing speaking, he bowed to the crowd again, stepped back, and finally got into the carriage with his robe lifted.

When the carriage drove out of Qingshui Lane, Yan Huaijin poked out his big palm from under his sleeve.

The palm was dark red, full of blood.

The cold wind blew away a corner of the curtain of the carriage, and the cold air rushed in. He couldn't help coughing again. The blood-soaked handkerchief was useless, so he had to use his robe to cover it up. lip.

Every time he coughed, a large flower of blood sprayed out.

The silk and satin white clothes were covered with blood stains within a short while, which was shocking.

Xu Huai hastily reined in the horse and parked the carriage in a hidden place.

He hurriedly opened the veil to see his young master's appearance, and when he saw the white clothes stained with blood, he couldn't help trembling with fright, "Young master, do you want me to release the flying flower order?"

Yan Huaijin shook his head, "Don't bother those old monsters, I'm fine."

Xu Huai was so anxious that he wished he could jump three feet high, "What is nothing? How could it be nothing! When you carried Si Niangzi down from the top of the mountain, all the internal strength in your body was exhausted. You were already in your arms. Illness, if I get sick again this time, wouldn't the 20 years of self-cultivation be in vain?"

The more he talked, the more impatient he became, and there were so many heaters in the carriage, after a while, fine sweat began to form on his forehead.

"Don't talk about it. I know my own body, and I know whether I can withstand the wind and cold." Yan Huaijin closed his eyes, his lips were pale as snow, and his face was haggard.

"My lord—" Xu Huai wanted to persuade him again, but Yan Huaijin cut him off coldly.

"Shut up!" His sudden reprimand made Xu Huai tremble.

The young master had never spoken to himself in such a harsh tone.

"Mu Linggen, bring it to the Lu family for me later, and say it's an ordinary tonic, to nourish the fourth lady's body and keep out the cold." Yan Huaijin calmly put away the bloody handkerchief, with a warm tone Wen, seems to be talking about something unimportant with Xu Huai.

"Wood Lingen?" Xu Huai stared in surprise, then realized that his voice was a bit loud, and quickly covered his mouth tightly.

There was shock in his eyes.

I'm afraid my son is crazy, right?
What is wood spirit root?That is a good medicine to prolong life, there are very few in the world, and it can be called a rare treasure.

Thousand-year wood roots, ten thousand-year wood spirits.

The wood spirit root is now in the world, and even the Ninth Five Lord would want to salivate for it.

"My lord, the wood spirit root is something that our Yan family has worked hard to obtain for many years, and it is for you—" Xu Huai blushed, and really wanted to speak a few more words to persuade my son.

"I've made up my mind, so you don't need to waste your time!" Yan Huaijin's eyes were calm, and even mentioning such a supreme treasure as the wood spirit root did not cause any ripples.

"From birth to now, I have eaten not more than a thousand, but hundreds of herbs." He bent his lips in relief, as if warm wind was blowing, "The root of the wood spirit is indeed a treasure, but to me it is just a broken piece. It's just wood. Whether I eat this elixir or not, my body will still be riddled with holes."

"Back then, the owner of the Medicine King Valley personally took my pulse and said that I would not last for twenty years. Now that the deadline is approaching, it would be a waste for me to take such a good medicine."

Xu Huai listened carefully with red eyes, his heart dizzy with sourness and bitterness.

"It's a waste for me, but it's different for her." When mentioning the person he likes, the already warm eyebrows and eyes are more rippling with love.

"She is still alive, and she still wants to see for me the spring flowers and autumn moon, the tides, the neon lights in the mountains, the sunrise and sunset in this world."

Yan Huaijin coughed lightly, her lips and teeth turned red again.

He raised his sleeve, and slowly wiped away the blood, "She can still live as beautiful as a colorful cloud, but I can't continue to be a flying goose next to the colorful cloud, and I can't wave my wings silently, lingering around the colorful cloud."

The tone of voice was sad and lingering, but there was a lot of helplessness in it.
He was grateful to God for bringing her to him, so that the four seasons of nearly twenty years were not only cold.

Even though his body was still icy cold, his heart was hot and hot.

"My lord, maybe after you ate the wood spirit root—" Xu Huai pursed his lips halfway through the sentence, he was not sure what to say next.

"You see, even you are not sure whether the wood spirit root is really useful to me." Yan Huaijin smiled in relief, "She has a cold body. Although I vented it today, the coldness in my body is also gone." It's getting heavier and heavier. If you can't regain your vitality this time, I'm afraid you will have regrets in the future."

Pity?

Xu Huai was stunned, he didn't understand what kind of regret he had to use this wood spirit root to nourish?
"Let's go, hurry back to the residence, before it's completely dark, you can deliver the things after you pick them up." Yan Huaijin leaned against the side of the carriage with his eyes closed, his face exhausted.

Xu Huai clenched his hands tightly, and finally walked out with tears in his eyes after a long while.

As the reins were raised, the voice choked up, "Drive—"

The wheels of the car creaked and creaked again, and the streets were bustling with bustling traffic, which had not yet seen the decline after the bustling.

Yan Huaijin who was sitting in the carriage suddenly remembered something, he put his blood-stained palm into his arms, groped for a while, and took out a boxy object.

It was pitch black, like burnt dice.

But there is a small corner that reveals a section of lustrous jade white.

This is?

Yan Huaijin put the scorched dice on his robe and wiped it gently.

After a lot of tossing and turning, what was supposed to be black turned out to be an exquisite jade-colored dice, and a lovesickness red bean was embedded in that dice.

This thing is very familiar to him.

This is the lovesickness knot that the Ninth Prince often hangs on his body, and he even showed it off to himself.

It is said that the Ninth Prince was burned to death by Shizhi in southern Xinjiang, but why is this exquisite dice still functioning as before?
The bodhi root used to make the dice is just a tree seed, so how could it survive fire?

Could it be that there is something strange about it.
(End of this chapter)