But three months later, when Yan Qing opened the old urn with trembling hands, he was stunned: there was no stench in the urn, let alone Tao Huan's bones, only an urn of black and shiny soup, with a layer of grease floating on it, fragrant for ten miles, fragrant and fragrant.

Yan Qing suffered from a throat disease that did not heal all year round, so in order to test the efficacy of the red jade soup, he first drank the first bowl of soup with himself as a test product......

The taste of the soup...... It is very fragrant, unlike ordinary medicinal wines that are pungent, fishy, or bitter......

The entrance slid down his throat, leaving no trace of stickiness and impurities on his tongue.

But even so, Yan Qing still knelt on the ground and vomited for a long time after drinking this bowl of decoction, vomiting all the bile.

He thought that the soup had been spit out, and there would never be any more curative effects, but a miraculous thing followed.

He didn't cough all night, and when he woke up the next day, his throat was no longer dry and painful, and the foreign body sensation that had been associated with swallowing food for many years was gone. And when he spoke, he could barely recognize his own voice. Because that voice is clear and lovely, it is comparable to the pillars in the troupe.

Yan Qing was ecstatic and couldn't help but be surprised in his heart, he didn't expect the effect of this red jade soup to be so miraculous and immediate, which on the one hand showed that the records in the ancient books were not false, and on the other hand, it also confirmed that Tao Huan's body had completely dissolved into the medicinal wine......

The red jade soup is Tao Huan, who used his flesh and blood to create this urn soup.

After that, it is the story told by Yan Qingcheng, Yan Qing relied on the red jade soup to soar and become a well-known miracle doctor, and even the royal family invited him to see a doctor.

And he himself lived to be one hundred and four years old because of this bowl of decoction, and finally died of old age at home.

But after his death, the red jade soup was still playing its magical effect: the Yan family had accumulated a considerable amount of wealth because of this urn soup, and more importantly, the Yan family also got acquainted with a number of big figures in the political and business circles. These people were originally out of reach of the Yan family when they climbed the ladder, but now because of this urn of soup, the Yan family has become their lifesavers. And this dense network of relationships has laid a solid foundation for the development and prosperity of the Yan family.

"It's better to say that it was Tao Huan who used his own flesh and blood to contribute to the prosperity of the Yan family, and the root of the Yan family's fortune was too inhumane, so Uncle Yan did everything possible to hide it from the outside world, and he didn't even reveal it to his son."

Zhao Zimai slowly got up from the chair and looked at the misty eyes of Old Lady Yan, from the chaotic and empty eyes, he seemed to see the black urn, but the urn was no longer empty, but full of decoction, and the aroma was compelling.

"After the red jade soup was consumed, the Yan family asked a master to seal the urn because of their weak hearts, right, but what is the red cloth at the mouth of the urn? Could it be some kind of evil spirit-warding object? Zhao Zimai saw the shocked look on Yan Qingcheng's face, but he had no time to pay attention to it, and only said his own speculation.

"That's not something to ward off evil spirits," Old Lady Yan smiled, her eyes revealing a seeping light, "When Yan Qing pushed Tao Huan into the medicinal wine, he didn't even take off his belly pocket because of a momentary panic. That's right, Tao Huan was already sixteen years old at the time, but he was still wearing a red belly pocket, and it is said that because his sister loved this brother many years younger, she had to sew a belly pocket for him every year to prevent him from catching a cold when he slept. ”

"If his belly pocket falls into the medicinal wine, where does he dare to reach out and take it back, he can only let it go."

"Who thinks," Mrs. Yan turned her gaze to her son's face, and stretched out her hand to gently rub his three-dimensional facial features, as if it was Tao Huan's face, "Who thinks, that child's whole body is melted, and his belly pocket is ...... But his belly pocket was still floating on top of the red jade soup, swaying slowly, like a soul that he couldn't settle down......"

Later, they found someone to see it and said that on the belly pocket that was blackened by medicinal wine, Tao Huan's last trace of good thoughts was condensed, so ...... As long as the mouth of the urn is sealed with it, Tao Huan's resentment will not come out, and he can protect the peace of the Yan family for generations......"

So they did so, built a tablet for Tao Huan and put it in the urn, sealed the old urn with a belly pocket, and put it in a courtyard built exactly like the Tao family's old house, so as to trap Tao Huan's resentment.

"That's why that courtyard is so abrupt in the Yan Mansion in the style of Jiangnan Water Town, it turns out that it was built specifically for Tao Huan." Zhao Zimai's eyes were filled with a cold light, and his face darkened, "But why did that old urn break?" ”

Yan Qingcheng shook his head, "I remember that on the day Jiayan fainted, the whole house was busy, and later, someone came to report that the urn had fallen and broken......

Speaking of this, he looked at Mrs. Yan blankly, "Mother, I don't believe it, you all said that the ancestor of the Yan family practiced medicine, so he was benevolent and courteous, and even his business opponents were unwilling to kill them all." Yan Jia...... How could such a conscientious thing be done? Yan Qingcheng's body slowly slid down the bed, but his hands were still resting on Old Lady Yan's knees. It was as if all his strength had been drained of him now, but the little uncertainty left in his heart supported him to ask this sentence.

"The person who told me this is dead, killed by it, and now, do you still not believe it?" A tear fell from Old Lady Yan's thin face and landed on Yan Qingcheng's jet-black hair.

***

In front of Zhao Zimai is a small village, the village is built according to the mountain, according to the situation, the height is staggered, the ups and downs are natural, the mountain stone slope is divided into two layers by the middle ten feet high, and it looks like a bungalow surrounded by a stone wall mountain fort from a distance.

Now, the whole village seems to be covered by a thick woolen blanket, and if you don't look closely, you will mistake it for a small mountain.

"It's snowing, Zhangtai is located in the southeast, even in winter, there will be no snow. So, this is my dream again, right? ”

As he thought so, he stepped on the stone steps all the way up, which were all paved with purple stone slabs and bluelimestone, and if you stepped on them, you would slip if you were not careful. Fortunately, he was in a dream, and his body was light and fluttering, so he avoided a painful catastrophe.

After walking up the steps, he stopped and looked up at a small courtyard on the left side of the slope. The courtyard was almost identical to the one he had seen at Yan's house, only slightly old, apparently some years old.

Looking at the mottled wooden door in the courtyard, Zhao Zimai hesitated to stop. As Mu Xiaowu said, he is extremely weak in his congenital eight characters, and he often senses some things that ordinary people can't feel. Sometimes, these things are even shown to him in the form of dreams.

Of course he didn't like it, but he couldn't help it. Now, for example, his body is like being led by an invisible thread, and he has come to the courtyard without being called.