Concubine, please respect yourself

Chapter 355 Hometown
"Yu Jiaojiao, I'm here to marry you." Ying Su stood in front of the sedan chair in a bright red wedding gown.

The jade crown is tied up, and the face is graceful and handsome.

Both sides of Xuanwu Street were surrounded by common people who joined in the fun, not daring to make a sound.

Who knows if the Ninth Prince is a fake corpse or a resurrected soul.
Ying Su sat upright on the back of the white horse, her eyes were slightly cold, and she moved from the sedan chair to the young man in red robe in front of her.

If he hadn't realized that this was a trick earlier, he would really have wanted to deal a cruel blow to Yan Huaijin.

Yan Huaijin didn't have any fear in his heart when he saw Shang Yingsu's sharp eyes, but he still rode his horse out of the way lonely.

Like a defeated tiger beast in the jungle, it fled in despair.

He could never justly stand in front of her, he could only stand silently behind her, accompany and protect her.
Lu Ziyu was sitting in the sedan chair, when she heard that familiar voice falling beside her ears, her heart sank and a tear finally came out
As soon as she took off the hijab, she lifted the curtain of the sedan chair and rushed out.

The gauze skirt is flying, and the jade belt is like a willow.

Her steps are graceful like flowing clouds, and her cheeks are as gorgeous as peaches and plums.

Lu Siniang, who is dressed in a lotus gauze and Xiapei, has surpassed many immortals in paintings in appearance.

The common people were dumbfounded, even more insane
When Ying Su saw that his favorite child, whom he had been thinking about day and night, was running towards him, his handsome eyes couldn't help but warm up a little.

He rode his horse one by one, and took a few steps forward.

Leaning slightly, he hugged the graceful willow waist with his big palm.

With a lift of his arm, he took advantage of the situation and brought the man onto the horse's back, holding him in a firm embrace.

The horseshoe galloped towards the Ninth Prince's Mansion on the outskirts of Beijing.

The robes of the two are chasing in the wind, and they are even more inseparable in the wind.

The white horse, the red robe, the wild goose returns to the south.
They were born in Spring Day, and he died in Spring Day.

Yan Huaijin was sitting on horseback. From the moment Lu Ziyu rushed out of the sedan chair, he had been staring at her until his eyes were sore and blurred, and he could no longer see her.

He knew that she was alive and her heart was alive.

He also knew that he lived because of her
"Honest." Yan Huaijin trembled.

Xu Huai hurried forward, his eyes were already red and swollen like jujubes, and there were still some tears mixed in.

"Have you seen the Jiji gift I gave her?" Yan Huaijin asked softly, his eyes not falling on Xu Huai.

He can no longer see the hypocrisy.

"My lord, please stop talking, and follow me back to the house to rest." Xu Huai's voice was choked up, and he raised his sleeve and wiped tears on his face indiscriminately.

There was a layer of sadness on his face, and his appearance was extremely bleak.

Yan Huaijin's eyes were still looking at the direction where Lu Ziyu was leaving, but he could no longer see the figure, and there was nothing left in front of him.

Today is her Jiji's birthday, and it is also the gift of his twentieth crown.

"Honestly, I will marry her off."

This is his gift of Jiji to her.
Yan Huaijin's voice became weaker and weaker, and when the wind blew, he couldn't hear anything.

Sobbing, he supported his young master with one hand, and waved his arm towards the escorting team behind him with the other, "Follow up, follow the Ninth Prince! And this thing, also send it to the Ninth Prince's Mansion in the suburbs of Beijing."

All the people in Beijing, the servants carrying the sedan chair, and the maidservants who served Lu Ziyu next to him were all stunned.

Was that really the Ninth Prince just now?

It's not a corpse fraud, nor is it a resurrection, the Ninth Prince is still alive and well!
In the crowd, someone yelled, "The Ninth Prince is not dead, the Ninth Prince has returned from Southern Border—"

When the people heard about it, they put down their water-splashing utensils one after another, covered their faces and wept with joy.

Nowadays, no one would care about how the fourth lady was supposed to marry Mr. Yan, how could she be cut off by the Ninth Prince in the end.

But later the Yan family also gave an explanation, saying that the Yan family and the Lu family were on good terms with each other, and that day they were just helping the Ninth Prince to get married, and they didn't want to marry the fourth lady of the Lu family at all.

Yan Huaijin fell to the ground amidst the joyous noise of the common people, he finally couldn't hold on anymore, and he made it to the end.

When he fell to the ground, Yan Huaijin seemed to be able to see that delicate figure appearing in front of his eyes again.

The most regrettable thing in this life is that I didn't get to hear her call myself "Brother Yan" sincerely.

She is his calamity, and also her own calamity.

It's life for him, death for me
Sister Yu, if there is an afterlife, I would like to have a healthy and disease-free body, and I will never hand you over to others.

I want to take you to see the blooming mountain flowers, the sea of ​​fog and tides, the deer in the deep forest, and the habitat of migratory birds
I want to stand in front of you without any worries and tell you how much I like you.

It is better than the snow-capped happy mountain top, and it is better than the bright moon and nostalgia for the clouds.

It's a pity that I can't say it in this life.

Brother Yan is tired. After 20 years of support, he can finally live without worrying about it every day.

Yan Huaijin's bony body fell to the ground, and his red robe was covered with dust.

His warm eyebrows and eyes were still looking at the place where Lu Ziyu left.

After watching for a long time, he slowly closed his eyes.

A contented smile unfolded on the tip of his lips, and his soul returned to his hometown, leaving with the wind.

The white horse galloped, and in a blink of an eye, it arrived at the Ninth Prince's Mansion in the suburbs of Beijing.

Lu Ziyu's waist was held in Ying Su's arms, and his body was inseparable along the way, like sugar figures stuck together.

"Here we are." Ying Su's cold breath fell on Lu Ziyu's head.

He got off his horse and carried Lu Ziyu down again.

The two stood in front of the mansion gate, without speaking for a long time.

After a while, Ying Su called "Jiaojiao" in a deep voice.

Lu Ziyu originally wanted to hold back the grievances in his stomach before finding Yingsu to settle the score. She knew he still had important things to do, and she didn't want to disturb his mood at this time.

But as soon as the sound of "Jiaojiao" came into his ears, Lu Ziyu's heart trembled, and he couldn't hold back the grief he had been feeling these days, and he started to make a fuss when he let go.

"You heartless person, why didn't you tell me that this is a game before you leave Beijing? You know that when I saw the sandalwood coffin on Zhuque Street on the day of Lichun, I was on the verge of losing my mind. Your life is gone. Whether you are playing tricks or deceiving people, you can't bully me?" Lu Ziyu cried while talking, his small fists landed on Ying Su's chest non-stop, like a cat with teeth and claws Son.

Ying Su just stood still, letting her vent her anger on herself.

"What are you doing back here? Do you think I haven't shed enough tears? Or do you think—"

In the middle of speaking, someone leaned over and blocked the chattering delicate lips.

Gentle yet urgent.

After a long time, Lu Ziyu broke free from the domineering restraint of the man, "Don't think the matter is over after two kisses."

Ying Su raised her eyebrows, "The future is long, I'm waiting for Jiaojiao to make trouble in the bridal chamber at night."

Lu Ziyu blushed with embarrassment, and hurriedly interrupted the conversation and said coquettishly, "The Right Prime Minister planted fire mines in Beijing, you should send someone to investigate!"

"The investigation has been completed a long time ago. There are a total of 430 barrels of fire mines. One barrel is a lot, and they have been confiscated into the national treasury."

A bucket of Huo Lei costs as much as a hundred taels of silver.If it is more than 7000 barrels.
Lu Ziyu pulled his soft fingers and calculated, "That's quite a lot of money. But Huo Lei has been damp, and I'm afraid it won't work anymore. It's a pity that so much money was wasted."

Ying Su looked at her amusedly, and raised her hand to straighten the slightly slanted phoenix crown on her head.

Lu Ziyu seemed to have thought of something suddenly, and hastily untied his Xiapei, and took out a bright yellow satin from his bosom.

Before she could say anything, she heard a hoarse voice close to her ear.

"Jiaojiao, don't be impatient, it won't be too late for you to take off your clothes when Master comes back from the palace."

Lu Ziyu finally understood that this person came back specially to anger him.
　Ahhhhhhhhh my brother Yan! ! ! !My white moonlight! ! !I am a vicious stepmother, I wrote down the kindest person to death, accept your scolding me.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)