Concubine, please respect yourself

Chapter 343 Wooden Box
When Lu Ziyu opened his eyes, it was noon on the second day.

Lanyue Pavilion is full of people.

"Si Niangzi is awake, Si Niangzi is awake—" Luo Ning was standing by the bed and was about to tuck the blanket for Lu Ziyu, when she saw the person on the bed opened her eyes, she couldn't help crying.

As soon as the words were thrown, a motley group of people quickly gathered around.

"Young lady, you finally woke up." Shen Lan didn't sleep all night, her eyes were bloodshot and her expression was exhausted.

She raised her hand to stroke the ends of Lu Ziyu's hair by her ear, not accidentally touching the wound on her daughter's forehead, she moved gently and slowly, "What do you want to eat? There are distiller's lees dumplings in the small kitchen."

Lu Ziyu lay on the bed and shook his head, but didn't say anything.

"Siniang listen to sister-in-law, just eat something, you haven't stuffed your stomach all day." Li Qiong wiped the tears on her face with a handkerchief, crying so pitifully.

She understands the feeling of being in love but not being able to stay together.

Back then, Brother Ting and Brother Ting had to separate because of his father's obstruction.

She knew that the bitterness was uncomfortable, but what happened to Si Niang was far more painful than she imagined.

"I'm not hungry." Lu Ziyu said in a hoarse voice out of breath.

Outside the screen, when the big men of the Lu family heard the hoarse and flirtatious voice, their eyelids trembled and they sighed melancholy.

Jing Zhe came in from outside the house with red eyes, carrying a bowl of decoction.

She passed the decoction to Luo Ning, "Miss, please drink this decoction first."

Lu Ziyu remained silent, his eyes still staring blankly at the top of his head, as if separating the rest of the people in his room.

Lu Erlang's tiger eyes flickered for a moment outside the screen, and his lips squirmed, turning into a sigh.

"You all go out, I'll talk to Si Niang." Lu Jinyan seemed to have aged a lot overnight, his temples were as white as snow, and his face was full of sorrow.

After everyone left, Lu Jinyan moved a red lacquered wooden stool and sat in front of Lu Ziyu's bed.

Just like many years ago, the scene where the father and daughter talked heart-to-heart in the old house in Suzhou.

It's just that at that time, it was Lu Ziyu who comforted his frustrated father, but now it's the other way around.

"Si Niang." Lu Jinyan called out in a low voice, with old tears streaming down the deep wrinkles on his face, "Did you plan to get rid of Daddy yesterday?"

Lu Ziyu's eyelashes trembled slightly, but he was still speechless.

She thought she could hold on, even without him, she could still hold on.

But she still underestimated her feelings for him.

When she climbed to the top of the mountain, she did not make a wish to marry her soul, but prayed to Lushena to return her sweetheart to her.

For a moment, she wanted to go with the wind, to go with him
Tears were like mountain springs, gurgling from the tips of Lu Ziyu's eyes to the pillow.

The father and daughter were speechless.

"Daddy, it's Si Niang's fault, it's my daughter's fault." Lu Ziyu flung himself into his father's arms, finally bursting into tears uncontrollably.

Those wails were even more desolate in the spring.

Lu Jinyan stroked the back of Lu Ziyu's head with his big palm, and spoke intermittently, "Son, you...you don't dare to do stupid things, you can't leave daddy alone!"

Lu Ziyu opened his mouth, and salty tears poured down his cheeks, "My daughter's heart aches, I'd rather die than live."

Lu Jinyan didn't make a sound, he just nodded vigorously.

Tears flowed down from the eye sockets, falling on Lu Ziyu's hair.

It took a long time for the heart-wrenching sobbing in the room to stop, and Lu Jinyan helped her daughter to lie back on the bed.

He wiped his face with his sleeve indiscriminately, put his big palm into his robe, and took out a small satin bright yellow silk cloth from the robe.

The silk cloth is bright in color, and there is an elegant ink fragrance on it, one can tell at a glance that it is not an ordinary thing.

Lu Jinyan carefully stuffed the thing in his palm into his daughter's hands, his voice was low and weak, "This was supposed to be for the Ninth Prince, but now I'm giving it to you for my father, so you can think about it."

Lu Ziyu didn't spread out the things in his hands to look at them, she was lying on the bed, sobbing.

"This is an imperial edict written by a sage. The pen and ink were originally intended to pass on the throne to the Ninth Prince." Lu Jinyan shook his head regretfully, "Unfortunately, it can only be an abolished edict now."

Lu Ziyu stopped crying, and looked at his father with tears in his eyes, "Edict?"

She folded the bright yellow silk cloth in her hand and looked at it.

It is indeed written that the saint will pass the throne to the Ninth Prince Yingsu.

"When did this happen?" Lu Ziyu asked wonderingly.

Lu Jinyan didn't know why his daughter insisted on knowing the details of the edict, but he still thought about it for a while, and then slowly told the truth, "It probably wasn't long before summer. Emperor Zhao asked his father to go to Zhaohui Pavilion, and repeatedly tried to establish a reserve. In the end, this edict was handed over to me."

Lu Ziyu anxiously asked again, "Emperor Zhao tried to test his father's establishment of the heir?"

Lu Jinyan thought that her daughter was blaming him for concealing the affairs of the court.

He looked embarrassing, scratched his head and said in embarrassment, "The matter is of great importance. As a father, I dare not talk about this secret lightly."

I was speechless for a long time.

Seeing her daughter's preoccupied appearance, Lu Jinyan couldn't help but asked worriedly, "What's the matter? But seeing this thing makes me feel uncomfortable?"

Lu Ziyu tightly held the bright yellow silk cloth in her hand, as if she had seen something through the edict.

The truth is like bamboo shoots springing up, ready to break through the ground.

a long time.

"Si Niang wants to be alone." Lu Ziyu looked carefully at the object in his palm.

Her voice was flat, but calmer than before.

Seeing this, Lu Jinyan quickly stood up and nodded, "Okay, okay, you are alone."

No matter what, this person finally thought about it a bit, as long as he didn't look for life and death, he could give it as long as he wanted.

He took two steps toward the door, but suddenly remembered something, and hurried back, "You don't dare to commit suicide again, or your parents won't be able to live!"

Seeing her father's serious face, Lu Ziyu pleaded slightly, and she couldn't help her nose sore, "Si Niang won't do stupid things again, don't worry, Daddy."

Lu Jinyan had just left Lanyue Pavilion, after a while, Luo Ning walked in with a delicate box.

"Miss, this is what Young Master Yan asked me to give you."

Lu Ziyu looked sideways at Luo Ning's hand, "What is this?"

Luo Ning shook his head, indicating that he didn't know, "Mr. Yan just sent it. He said that after reading the contents of this box, Miss might be able to understand something."

understand something?
Lu Ziyu was stunned, she was really troubled now, but how could Yan Huaijin know what her confusion was.

He reached out to take the box in Luo Ning's hand.

Lu Ziyu wasn't interested in this box at all, but somewhere, she felt that she still wanted to open it and have a look.

Pick the lock with your fingertips, and the sandalwood box opens gradually.

In the wooden box, a jade-white lovesickness dice lay quietly inside
　What did Yu Jiaojiao discover? ? .

　　
　
(End of this chapter)