Concubine, please respect yourself

Chapter 352 Taste
With the sound of spring, the northern geese formed a "human" shape and slowly returned from the south.

On the four main streets in central Beijing, the bustling hawkers and bargains, and the voice of Doujiachang resounded through the streets and alleys.

Willows are planted in the breeze, and the fragrance of flowers blooms in the spring water

Seasons change, another year.
In an elegant room on the third floor of Mu Cangzhai, Lu Ziyu had been wandering around the room for half an hour.

She held a small satin soft smoke and a peony hairpin in her hand.

Jing Zhe knocked on the door and came in. Before she opened her mouth to speak, she was dragged by her own lady and asked anxiously, "Is Mr. Yan here?"

Ever since Lu Ziyu received the satin letter from Mudan in the morning, he hastened to urge people to go to the Yan Mansion to find Yan Huaijin.

Now that the two of them have formed an alliance, if she has something to make up her mind about, who else can she turn to if she doesn't turn to Yan Huaijin?
Lu Ziyu felt that it wouldn't be a problem if Yan Huaijin always went in and out of his small courtyard. How many vinegar shops
After Yan Huaijin's analysis last time, Lu Ziyu was half-sure in his heart that the master was still alive and well.

"Mr. Yan hasn't come yet, so I guess he's on his way now." Jing Zhe walked up to Lu Ziyu and comforted him softly, "Miss, it would be good if you could transfer your love earlier. The prince is honorable, but he is also a famous family, and his appearance and appearance are all first-class. What's more, he has a gentle temper, so he will treat his daughter-in-law very lovingly in the future."

As she spoke, Jing Zhe couldn't stop her eyes turning red.

Lu Ziyu glanced at her amusedly, "Who said this lady is going to move on?"

As soon as the words fell to the ground, Jing Zhe burst into tears, "If you don't fall in love with each other, is it possible that you still plan to be a widow? Mr. Yan is so gentle and charming, if I don't already have Brother Qin Qiao, I really want to." Give it a go.

"Knock-knock—" There was a light knock on the door, followed by a voice as weak as withered wormwood.

"Sister Yu, Yan is late"

Lu Ziyu stepped forward happily and opened the door, "Not too late, not too late! Si Niang also just arrived not long ago."

For a long time no one spoke.

She involuntarily raised her eyes to look at Yan Huaijin, but was startled by his appearance.

The young man by the door, in just a few days of seeing him, became skinny and skinny, his complexion was as pale as pearl powder, and even half of his rosiness could not be seen.

The robe hangs loosely on his body, like a doll stealing an adult's clothes, which is extremely funny.

Lu Ziyu's heart trembled, he stared worriedly and asked, "Master Yan, what's wrong with you?"

Yan Huaijin saw a trace of nervousness and worry in the eyes of Mei Jiao Niang in front of him, and his heart was as warm as a spring tide, "It's just that I caught a cold a few days ago. It's okay, just take care of yourself."

He spoke intermittently, and his voice was weak.

How could this appearance be caused by the wind and cold?

It can be said that Huaijin didn't want to tell the truth, and Lu Ziyu couldn't force others to tell.
"Come in, drink a cup of hot tea to warm up first."

Yan Huaijin nodded, he tremblingly supported the door, slowly raised his foot and moved towards the room.

Xu Huai's eyes were red and swollen, he hurriedly stepped forward to help him, "My lord, let me help you pass."

Yan Huaijin pursed her lower lip, but did not refuse.

He couldn't refuse.

He couldn't take it anymore.
Just as Xu Huai helped Yan Huaijin to the table, he quickly rushed out with his head down.

Jing Zhe felt that this young man acted in a hurry, but he didn't know that the reason he lowered his head humbly was because when he was helping Yan Huaijin, tears were streaming down his face.

The door was closed, and only Lu Ziyu's breathing seemed to be heard in the room.

"Master Yan, please drink tea."

A cup of tea was handed to Yan Huaijin. The tea soup was golden in color and tasted bitter.

Yan Huaijin looked down at the tea on the table, "This is Wuyi cinnamon. My daughter's family almost never drinks this tea."

He paused, then said again warmly, "Isn't this the tea that the Ninth Prince is good at using?"

Lu Ziyu nodded in embarrassment.

"Yan doesn't like this tea, it tastes too bitter and astringent."

like his whole life.
Lu Ziyu didn't expect Yan Huaijin to pick and choose the tea so directly, she couldn't hold back the embarrassment on her face, "What kind of tea does Mr. Yan like to drink? I'll let Jing Zhe find it right now."

"Siji Chun." Yan Huaijin looked deeply at Lu Ziyu, as if trying to use up his last strength to lock him in his eyes and keep him in his heart.

"Sijichun?" Lu Ziyu was surprised.

This tea is not considered expensive, and the taste is not special, it is almost the same as the sweetness of gardenia.

Ordinary households are accustomed to using this tea, like some honorable mansions, it is estimated that even the servants will not look down on this kind of tea.

"Sijichun tastes flat, but the aftertaste is sweet and sweet."

In the ordinary, joy is always accompanied.

This is exactly what he asked for.

"Master Yan is disappointed, I don't have this tea at Mu Cangzhai." Lu Ziyu said in embarrassment.

"It's nothing." Yan Huaijin seemed to have expected it a long time ago, "I just mentioned it casually. When I come to Mu Cangzhai next time, I will have a chance to taste this tea again."

After finishing speaking, he picked up the teacup, raised his sleeves and drank it down in one gulp.

"Sister Yu called me here today, but do you have anything important to discuss?"

Lu Ziyu was still wondering why Yan Huaijin liked "Four Seasons Spring".

She was in a daze, and when someone asked her suddenly, her delicate body trembled and she quickly came back to her senses.

"There is one thing." Lu Ziyu handed the soft cigarette to Yan Huaijin with a solemn expression, "It seems that we guessed well before. Chang Liao is indeed far from what he appears on the surface Simple."

Yan Huaijin watched carefully while holding the soft cigarette.

After a long while, he cleared his mind and said, "Chang Liao is only the captain of Xunjie, but he was able to enter and exit the right minister's residence many times at this juncture. It seems that the right minister must have entrusted him with some important errands."

"Officer Chang Liao is the captain of Xunjie, how much can he do?" Lu Ziyu was a little puzzled, and muttered Chang Liao's official name again.

Captain Xunjie
Her beautiful eyes narrowed suddenly, as if she had noticed something.

"Last time, you and I deduced that it was the Ninth Prince's delay in entering the capital to quell the chaos. He should be concerned about the lives of tens of thousands of people in the capital." Lu Ziyu smiled, and said unhurriedly, " It seems that the thing that can threaten the lives of the people in the city is in Chang Liao's hands!"

Lu Ziyu said these words in a rather imposing manner, and then let out his soft shoulders, a little dejected, "But what is that thing that makes the Ninth Prince afraid?"

She frowned melancholy.

Yan Huaijin held the teacup and smiled, "Perhaps, the Ninth Prince has already told you in secret?"

Secretly tell her?
Lu Ziyu raised his head to meet Shangyan Huaijin's clear eyes, his voice was hoarse and trembling, "What does Mr. Yan mean?"

"That exquisite dice!" Yan Huaijin explained the mystery with one word.

As soon as the words fell, Lu Ziyu hurriedly found the exquisite dice that was as shiny as jade.

Picking up the dice and sniffing lightly in front of the nose, a smell of turpentine and tartar poured into the breath.

This smell is too familiar.
It's the smell of "fire"!

Lu Ziyu was stunned, and hurriedly said to Yan Huaijin, "It's fire and thunder! The right minister planted fire and thunder in Beijing that can destroy the whole city."

(End of this chapter)