As a medical concubine

Chapter 395 Children (1)
Ugh!
Yan Bo sighed bitterly to himself, and then smiled flatteringly: "I said I won't touch anyone anymore, why don't you believe me? Shou Sui, who celebrates Chinese New Year, I will naturally be with you and our son. What's the matter with my aunt and concubine?" Son?"

Nian Jiangzhu smiled with satisfaction and kissed him on the cheek.

She was not as open as Hua Zhu, and it was the first time in so many years that she took the initiative to kiss her husband in broad daylight.After the kiss, her face turned red.

This shy and charming look made Yan Bo's mind shake for a while, and he rolled onto the bed while hugging her.

Compared with the "dire waters" here, Liao Zicheng and Nianhuazhu in the outhouse are Haiyan Heqing.

Several maids crawled around in the room, and the two sat on two chairs separated by thousands of miles, sneaking glances at each other, but did not dare to rush up.

"Did you sleep well?" Liao Zicheng asked softly.

"It's okay." It's not good at all, I'm exhausted from sleeping.Huazhu got up, went to the table and picked up a pair of couplets. A maid brought a new pile of couplets and said, "Cousin, grandma, look at this again."

"Oh, good." Hua Zhu flipped the pages absently, and asked Liao Zicheng, "Did you drink late last night?"

"It's not too late, I went out later." While speaking, Liao Zicheng came to Hua Zhu's side, lowered his wide sleeves, and gently held her hand under the cover of the wide sleeves.

The corners of Hua Zhu's lips curled up slightly. On the opposite side, an ingenious maid was cutting window grilles. Hua Zhu praised "It's so beautiful", and the maid smiled shyly, bowed her head and continued cutting.

Liao Zicheng gently scratched her palm, itching and numb.

Huazhu's heart skipped a beat, and she asked softly, "Where did you go?"

"I went to find Luohua Cave Girl, and Yan Bo said that she is psychic, so she might be able to help us find the missing ship." Liao Zicheng paused, and then said, "I showed her the things my parents used before they were alive. She successfully told the place where my father died. She said that because my father died in vain, she felt a lot of resentment, and she could feel it. My mother died without any worries, and she couldn't feel it."

"So miraculous?" Hua Zhu stared, and continued to lower her volume, "If she can feel the resentment of those crew members, does that mean someone died on board?"

Liao Zicheng nodded, his eyes became complicated.

"Then it's better not to feel it, at least they are alive." After finishing talking, Hua Zhu patted her forehead, "Hey! How can we believe in this superstition? There are no ghosts and gods in the world. Her so-called feeling resentment may be just a coincidence. "

Even Huazhu herself didn't believe the words. Only she and Liao Zicheng knew about Mr. Liao being burned to death in the Yamen. Everyone outside thought that Mr. Liao died of illness at home.

Could it be that the spell of this Luohuadong girl is real?
Liao Zicheng squeezed Huazhu's little hand: "I have an appointment with her in three days, and she will help sense the crew's grievances."

An indescribable strangeness surged in Hua Zhu's heart, and she always felt that some things were resolved too quickly, which was not true: "Zicheng, do you know where the fourth map was hidden by Shuyun?"

Liao Zicheng shook his head lightly: "Not yet."

Huazhu pursed her lips, and said thoughtfully, "Do you think Shuyun really knows where the map is? Could she have given the map to others a long time ago, and then just lied to us?"

"What? Do you think Shuyun died too suddenly?" Liao Zicheng heard the meaning in Huazhu's words.

Hua Zhu nodded: "That's what I really meant, maybe—oh, forget it, I was thinking too much, it shouldn't be like that."

Liao Zicheng took a deep look at her, and rubbed the couplet carefully with the other hand: "Or maybe you guessed right."

"You..." Huazhu looked at her blankly.

"Do you still remember what the four daughters of Meizhuang learned from Meizhuang?" Liao Zicheng also looked at her and asked softly.

Huazhu thought for a while and said, "Remember, the art of consciousness can manipulate people's emotions, destroy people's memory and mind."

Liao Zicheng pulled her, sat down on the soft couch beside him, and asked, "What is your impression of the other girls in Meizhuang?"

Huazhu adjusted her sitting posture, looked at the maid who was cutting the window grilles not far away, and said in a low voice: "Liu Zhaozhao, Ran Qianhua, Princess Changle, Empress Dowager Mingde, they are all very strong and powerful woman."

Liao Zicheng flicked his fingers on the soft couch a few times: "What else? What similar experiences do they have?"

Huazhu rubbed her eyebrows: "Similar experiences, they all...their relationship was frustrated, and they couldn't love each other."

Liu Zhaozhao loved He Liansheng, but lost to Li Wan.

Whether Ran Qianhua loves Chen Xuan, or Ran Qianhua loves Tianci, they all end in failure.

Princess Changle loves Chen Xuan, but Chen Xuan only has Meizhuang and Ran Qianhua in his heart.

Empress Dowager Mingde loved the prince of Murong's family, but that prince married a wife and had a son.

In short, they are all miserable women.

Thinking of this, Huazhu's eyes blinked suddenly: "Shuyun is different from them! Temperament, IQ, and temperament are all several grades lower. And the experience is not quite the same, Shuyun has no feelings at all in her heart. Could it be—"

Liao Zicheng's eyes overflowed with a bit of cold light: "I told you before, I have seen more powerful consciousness techniques, so I didn't fall for Shuyun's trick."

"What is the more powerful technique of consciousness...?" Huazhu asked, tightening her sleeves.

Liao Zicheng clenched his fists, his eyes were as cold as water: "Shuyun only knows how to erase people's memories. She has a technique of consciousness that can create brand new memories for people."

Huazhu opened her mouth wide: "Shuyun...Shuyun, she..."

Liao Zicheng said: "Shuyun is a puppet, the real four daughters of Meizhuang are still alive!"

"Fourth Uncle, Fourth Aunt, here we come!"

Six-year-old Yan Hengzhi and five-year-old Yan Hui rushed in with couplets in hand. When they saw Liao Zicheng and Hua Zhu, they were both taken aback. Then Yan Hengzhi asked with wide eyes, "Who are you?"

Huazhu smiled, walked up to Yan Hengzhi and Yan Hui, touched their cheeks, and said, "I'm your cousin. I hugged you at this time last year, don't you remember?"

Yan Hengzhi thought about it seriously, then shook his head: "I don't remember."

(End of this chapter)