Concubine, please respect yourself

Chapter 375
"Jiaojiao, Yan Huaijin is dead."

After Ying Su's words fell, Lu Ziyu's heart skipped a beat, and his hands involuntarily clenched the blanket under him.

Meimou was absent-minded for a moment, before Jiujiu asked with difficulty, "Dead? Why did he die suddenly?"

Looking up at Huarong Junying in front of him, he asked anxiously, "When did this happen?"

Ying Su frowned, "Xuanwu Street, the day I snatched a kiss."

Lu Ziyu saw Ying Su's slightly raised eyebrows just now.

She pursed her lower lip, and explained in a warm voice, "Brother Su, don't think too much, Mr. Yan treats me kindly."

"I climbed the stairs to Fahai Temple that day. If he hadn't found me, I'm afraid I would have become a pile of dry bones amidst the snow, and you might never see me again."

After finishing speaking, he raised his eyelids and took a careful look at Ying Su, "When the capital was in dire straits, he was also the one who helped me break the situation and came up with the method of 'fighting fire with water' to save the lives of the people in the city."

"He's a good man." At the end of the sentence, there was only a faint sigh left.

Talking about Yan Huaijin's death, although Lu Ziyu would not cry, but his heart was full of regret and sorrow.

What a good one Ru Yulang-jun.

Those eyebrows and eyes are warm, blending with the beauty of many good days in this world, mixed with the endless flowers in this world.

"He has been suffering from deficiency disease since he was born." Ying Su squinted his eyes and thought, as if recalling the old things, "The loyalty of the Yan family to the father is a lesson, so when Yan Huaijin was a baby, the father asked for medicine. The owner of the Valley of the Kings came to see it once."

"What did the Valley Master say?" Lu Ziyu asked.

Ying Su breathed heavily, shook her head and said, "The owner of the valley said that he would not live to be a weak crown."

Survive twenty?
Lu Ziyu's heart was heavy.

The weak crown is the time when a man's glory and ambition have just started.

Yan Huaijin is upright and upright, with good conduct.Although he is young, he can consider all the affairs of the court, just like those ministers who have been officials for more than ten years.

If he can have a healthy body, he will definitely be a pillar of the country in the future.

"Could it be that there is no way to heal it?" Lu Ziyu frowned, a little confused.

Yan's family is well-known anyway, and Yan Huaijin's mother's family is from the Jianghu family. Why didn't they think of a way in the past 20 years?
"There is a way." Ying Su looked up at the charming lady on the imperial concubine's couch, with indistinguishable ups and downs in her eyes, "There is a 'fairy grass' in the world, and its life is the wood spirit root. Legend has it that the wood spirit root can It can cure the virtual disease, but it is just a legend, true or false, there is no definite answer."

Lu Ziyu knew about the wood spirit root.

Bodhisattva trees are hard to come by, and even gold and mountains cannot be exchanged.

"That wood spirit root is too precious, no wonder the Yan family has no way to save Yan Huaijin in the end." Lu Ziyu brows regretfully.

I also pity Mr. Yan and his wife, who have no choice but to watch their own flesh and blood disappear like this.

Ying Su stretched out her hand to hold Lu Ziyu in her arms, "Jiaojiao, the Yan family has actually found a way. They found the wood spirit root."

After hearing this, Lu Ziyu felt even more sad.

It took a lot of hard work to find a good medicine, but in the end it was of no use at all.

It was like a little boy who dug out all his pockets, and finally took out two copper coins to buy the candied haws he had always dreamed of.

I took a bite full of joy, but found that the candied haws I bought were not coated with icing sugar, and it was not the cloyingly sweet taste I thought in my heart.

"It seems that legends are legends." Lu Ziyu rested his head on Ying Su's shoulder, feeling uncomfortable in every possible way.

Yan Huaijin got along very well with her elder brother, and treated her with the kindness of saving her life. In fact, her identity has long been the same as that of her elder brother.
"The wood spirit root is not a legend, but it does have miraculous effects." Ying Su's words made Lu Ziyu dumbfounded.

Since the wood spirit root has miraculous effects, why would people die?

Lu Ziyu gave Ying Su a puzzled look.

She looked up, only to see that Ying Su was also staring at her closely.

The fundus of the eyes is dim, and there is a faint complexity.

"Jiaojiao, after you returned to Duke Lu's mansion from Fahai Temple, what panacea did you take?"

Lu Ziyu didn't understand why this master suddenly inquired about Fahai Temple, but she still thought about it carefully for a long time, and said without concealment, "I was rescued from Fahai Temple by Yan Huaijin that day and returned home. , I was indeed given a lot of decoction after I fell into a coma, but I can’t remember the general outline.”

"Did the Yan family send someone over?" Ying Su asked again.

"Yan family?" Lu Ziyu was stunned for a while, as if he suddenly thought of something, he quickly grabbed Ying Su's sleeves, "Yes! I heard from Luo Ning that the Yan family sent me a century-old ginseng to make soup for me Drink the medicine, after drinking the decoction for half a day, my energy improved and my strength was restored. My mother was worried, and she was afraid that it would be a flashback, so she specially invited a doctor to show me. Said that my body is gone." Big problem.

Lu Ziyu didn't say the last two words, she suddenly raised her head and stared blankly at Ying Su, her eyes filled with disbelief.

On the day she went to Fahai Temple to marry her soul, she happened to meet Chunri Feixue.

The wedding dress on her body was already as light and thin as mist, and it was cold even by the cold wind in early spring, not to mention kneeling down nine thousand steps in the salty white snow.

A strong and strong rough man, tossing and tossing like this may leave a root cause of his body, not to mention the delicate daughter's family. Even if he doesn't die, he will be tortured by the disease. .

But after Lu Ziyu ate the century-old ginseng given by Yan's family, his Qi and blood became stable, and his cold symptoms gradually disappeared.

Not to mention hundred-year-old ginseng, even a thousand-year-old ginseng may not have such medicinal effects!
So what exactly did Lu Ziyu eat?
The answer speaks for itself
Yan Huaijin gave her the wood spirit root?

Lu Ziyu's whole body was stiff, and the ups and downs of his breath gradually became weaker.

Her chest seemed to be weighed down with a weight of gold, and she didn't even have much strength left to take a deep breath.

Layers of cold sweat oozed from his back, and his light white fingertips kept trembling.

There was only one voice hovering in Lu Ziyu's head.

"He is dead, he gave his life to you!"

Why did Yan Huaijin give up his life for her?

Could it be that the person he likes
No, she never felt his love.Did he hide it too deeply, or was her heart so full that she didn't notice it at all?

If she hadn't gone to Fahai Temple to marry her soul that day, if he hadn't peeped out what was in her heart that day, if the two of them had never met each other in this life.

Does she not owe him this life?
A sense of guilt flooded my whole body.

Even Lu Ziyu himself didn't know that tears were streaming down her face, as crystal clear as rain.

Lost in both eyes, paralyzed in Ying Su's arms, choked up and unable to speak.

Ying Su clenched her fists tightly as she looked at Lu Ziyu's weeping face.

He knew that she was full of self-blame, guilt, and remorse at the moment, but she couldn't be blamed for this matter.

Yan Huaijin would not hesitate to take out the wood spirit root, which meant that Yu Jiaojiao's life was already hanging by a thread, and if she refused to accept the wood spirit root, her life might be in danger.

If Yan Huaijin had been more selfish, he would have become a walking dead.

He should have confessed this matter to Yu Jiaojiao long ago.

If she had known about her plan when she left Beijing, she would not have done stupid things
The person who should feel guilty and remorse is himself, and it has nothing to do with his Jiaojiao.

Ying Su raised her hand, and gently wiped away the teardrops on Lu Ziyu's cheeks with her rough fingertips.

His voice was firm and reassuring.

"Fate, I can give it to him. You, I won't let anyone!"

　It's going to be clear~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)