Concubine, please respect yourself

Chapter 32 Warmth
Lu Ziyu sat in the carriage and waited for Luo Ning to come back from picking mint leaves.

Today happened to be the middle of the month, and Baili Yao sent her a message a few days ago, asking her to go to Mucangzhai to check the accounts today.

It is said that checking the accounts is just an excuse to visit her sister Yao, and rob some beautiful clothes and jewelry along the way.

Sitting in the carriage, Lu Ziyu felt that his body was getting weaker and weaker, he couldn't even hold the Nuan Nuan in his arms tightly, his wrists softened, Nuan Nuan fell to the ground with a bang.

Seeing the cocktail table in the middle of the carriage gradually blurred, I cried out in my heart that I was not good, thinking that I was afraid that I would be plotted against.

Her delicate body softened, and she fell onto the woolen blanket laid out in the carriage.

When she woke up slowly, she found herself lying on a crude wooden bed, which creaked as she sat up.

Lu Ziyu supported the side of the bed with both hands, hurriedly checked whether his dress was in order, saw the untouched ruyi knot on the outer shirt, he breathed a sigh of relief, and began to look around the room with some precautions.

The trembling old elm wood supported the thatched roof, and there were many gaps in the walls. Looking out from the gloomy window, it was already evening.

The sun was on fire, and it was slanting towards the west.

Sitting in the middle of the room was a man in white mourning, with no expression on his face.

Seeing Lu Ziyu sitting up from the wooden bed, the man lowered his head and asked hoarsely, "Are you awake?"

The situation in front of me is not very good.

Even though Lu Ziyu's scalp was numb, he still suppressed his timidity, forcing himself to calm down and deal with him.

"You are?" She said in a soft voice, full of doubts.

"If your Lu family didn't owe me a life, I'm afraid I'd be so soft-hearted that I wouldn't want to do anything if I saw such a flowery and beautiful lady like you today!" The man sitting on the chair stood up and took a step forward. Pressed towards her.

The rough palm lifted the beauty's jaw.

Lu Ziyu clenched the red sandalwood and green snail hairpin tightly in his hand, and frowned as he looked at the appearance of the man in front of him.

picture!Like Jia Cen who had a quick encounter with her in Fengxian Tower that day.

He is from the Jia family? !
This doubt is like clearing the clouds and seeing the sun, everything is clear.

The man in front of him should be blood relatives to that Jia Cen, and if he found out the ins and outs of Jia Cen's death, he would put the blame on her Duke Lu's mansion.

But the calculation was wrong, and it should be settled with her, Lu Ziyu.

"Do you know why my Duke Lu's mansion cut off business with your Jia family?" Lu Ziyu had a sneer on his face, and he had a plan in mind.

"Why?" Jia Chong stared at her with red eyes.

"Because your Jia family is blocking the way of our government!"

"What do you mean?"

Jia Chong didn't understand, so he asked her again hoarsely.

"My Duke Lu's mansion has been hiding in Suzhou for decades, and now I want to return to Beijing to fight for the future of my brothers. Even if the saint agrees with my Lu manor's return to Beijing, those aristocratic families in Beijing will definitely obstruct it."

Lu Ziyu glanced at Jia Chong's chest trembling with anger, smiled contemptuously and said: "To make those high-ranking and high-ranking families in Beijing be able to sincerely agree to the return of my Duke Lu's mansion to Beijing, one thing is for them to refute to the saint. It's a big deal."

"So all of this is a conspiracy designed by your Lu family?" Jia Chong's forehead was bulging with veins, and he gritted his teeth at the woman who came from the Duke Lu's mansion in front of him.

"You're wrong, it's my conspiracy!"

Jia Chong stared blankly at the smiling woman on the bed for a long time, and the murderous intent in his eyes became more and more obvious.

"You treat my Jia family as a stepping stone?" Jia Chong's eyes were full of madness when he was agitated by the words, and he took off the long sword and scabbard hanging around his waist while speaking.

The sword blade was unsheathed, setting off a cold light.

Glancing at the sword's edge that was only a few inches away from the tip of his nose, Lu Ziyu's breath became shallow, and he secretly pointed the red sandalwood and jade snail hairpin in his palm at Jia Chong.

This is going to be a struggle!

"If you want to blame it, blame your Jia family for selling private salt and not keeping goodwill, and blame the short-lived Jia Cen for his greed." Lu Ziyu looked at him with mockery in his eyes, this was undoubtedly the last blow to the man's shaky sanity.

The long sword was raised and landed on top of her head.

"Today, I want you, a woman with a heart of snakes and scorpions, to pay for my second brother's life!" After saying those words, the long sword slashed at her with a chilling intent.

In the nick of time, the woman on the bed closed her eyes tightly, pressed down on the mechanism on the red sandalwood and green snail hairpin, and aimed at Jia Chong's eyebrows.

"puff!"

Lu Ziyu seemed to feel something splash on his face, he raised his hand to rub it, and opened his eyes to see.

Blood, but not hers.

It was Jia Chong who was lying on the ground, the blood spattered from being pricked by hundreds of poisoned silver needles in the red sandalwood hairpin.

This hairpin was specially made for her by Bai Liyao, as long as she goes out of the house, she will definitely wear self-defense.

Lu Ziyu glanced at the man on the ground who had swallowed his breath, finally closed his eyes and let out a sigh of relief, and collapsed on the ground.

She killed someone? !
With tricks, she first forced Jia Chong to mess up his position, and then took advantage of his unpreparedness to kill him with a red sandalwood and green snail hairpin.

Outside the dilapidated courtyard door, there was a horse neighing.

Yingsu pushed open the wooden door, and saw a woman with disheveled hair sitting on the ground, tightly encircling her body, with her head buried between her knees, her fragrant shoulders trembling, her face could not be seen clearly, and she was still lying on the ground not far from her. Looking at a man who died tragically.

Seeing the old wooden door being pushed open, the woman looked up.

The winking eyes are misty, like weeping like complaining.

With just one glance, Ying Su followed her heart, walked quickly to her side, leaned over and asked softly, "Are you alright?"

Shaking his head silently.

Ying Su glanced coldly at the man who was tied into a sieve on the ground, and asked with a tight throat, "Did he ever touch you?"

Lu Ziyu's eyes were dull, he raised his head from between his knees, nodded, and shook his head again!
Sighing lightly, he bent down and took the woman on the ground into his arms, and walked out of the house with big strides, his back as straight as a bamboo.

Lu Ziyu felt that his body was pulled back to his senses, and when he raised his small face, he could only see the thin lips that were pursed and the sharp-edged jaw.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here!" Ying Su seemed to find that the woman in her arms was a little uneasy, and comforted her in a low voice.

The coolness on her body was warmed by the man who was hugging her, she moved her head lightly, then rubbed against the man's arms, found a comfortable position, and finally closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

Mo Ya, who was following Ying Su, was not interested in his master's private affairs at all, so he walked forward with a long sword in his hand and lowered his eyebrows.

Fuyun felt that he was alive today, and his master was afraid that the thousand-year-old iron tree had bloomed?

"Hey, don't you think our master is a good match for this Fourth Miss of the Lu Mansion?" Fu Yun rubbed her hands and covered her mouth, and said quietly to Mo Ya.

"Oh!" Mo Ya didn't even look at him, but continued walking on his own.

"Hey, hey, you don't want to know? If you ask me, I'll know!" Fu Yun grabbed Mo Ya's cuff, leaned towards him with a mysterious face and asked again, still unwilling to give up.

"hand?"

Mo Ya stopped, tilted his head and grinned at Leng Touqing, who was holding his cuff, and smiled broadly.

Sure enough, Fuyun was like a frightened rabbit, and ran to the side of the carriage to lift the curtain for her master.

　The Lu Ziyu I think of is not fearless, she is also a mortal body, she is afraid of death but dares to give it a go.

　　Of course, she will become stronger and stronger, and the next chapter will bury the dark thread~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)