After dinner, the old man only left Meng Cimo, and the rest went back to each courtyard.

Jiang Yixi waited until the end of the day, and Meng Cimo didn't come back, so he slept first.

When she was in a daze, she felt someone kiss her face, and the familiar smell and moist lips made her obsessed.

Jiang Yixi didn't open his eyes, and laughed softly, "I'm back." ”

"Hmm. Miss me? ”

"I think, I dream about it."

The kiss continued to wander away, all the way down......

After the two made love, they didn't feel sleepy, and hugged each other and whispered together.

"I heard my grandfather say that, and we've got an eyebrow. You are heavy now, take care of the fetus, these things are for us men to worry about. ”

Jiang Yixi still couldn't help but ask, "Eyebrows...... Is it over there in Jiaohai? ”

The horn lamp in the corner of the wall was on, and the light passed through the thick tent, and the red light inside the tent was dim.

Meng Cimo smiled when he saw that his little daughter-in-law's red eyes were full of curiosity.

He pinched her little nose and said, "I just said I didn't want you to worry about it, and I asked again." Or said, "We investigated the matter of Zhennan Hou Mansion, and accidentally found that the people of Zhennan Hou Mansion were secretly looking for red-headed turtles in the Jiaohai area, saying that Mrs. Zhao was seriously ill and wanted red-headed turtles to be used as medicine, and the older the better."

"When our people inquired, they found out that three years ago someone saw a red-headed turtle with horns on its head, and it is said that the red-headed turtle with horns on its head is a thousand years old. What is puzzling is that they are still looking for it, but they have already sent someone to invite the Panwu monk.

"It's possible that they've found other spirit beasts to spare, or they've already found a thousand-year-old red-headed turtle, and they continue to search for it to confuse the public. There is also a possibility that they know that there is a spirit beast somewhere, in a deep mountain or a wild bird somewhere, which is difficult for humans to take, but the Xuan Diao can find it. ”

Red-headed turtles?

Jiang Yixi's aura flashed, and he remembered that in his previous life, his master, Old Divine Doctor Shen, had said that the red-headed turtle.

The red-headed turtle grows in the deep sea, has a long lifespan, is extremely scarce, and is a precious medicine. In particular, the red-headed turtle with horns on its head has survived for at least a thousand years. If this turtle is boiled into ointment, it can not only prolong life, but also cure many diseases.

Doctor Shen will also find a way to get a red-headed turtle, but he will never use a red-headed turtle with horns on his head. He said that animals that have lived for more than a thousand years are blessed by heaven, are spiritual, and their intelligence is not even lower than that of humans, and it is not good to torture and kill such spiritual creatures.

He also said that three years ago, someone caught a red-headed turtle with horns in Shengzi Bay in Jiaohai. The red-headed turtle wept, and took advantage of the fact that its guards were not paying attention, stretched out its head to swallow a dagger placed next to it, and committed suicide.

That year was the twenty-first year of Jianrong. Three years ago, it should have been the eighteenth year of Jianrong, and it happened to be next year. In this way, next year, maybe the Zhao family really found the red-headed turtle with horns on its head, but the person who captured it didn't look at it and let it kill it by itself......

Meng Cimo saw Jiang Yixi's eyes showing horror, his mouth opened slightly, and asked, "Xixi, what's wrong with you?" ”

Jiang Yixi patted his chest incredulously and said, "I didn't expect that there really would be a spiritual creature that has lived for so many years......

Her eyes fluttered, and she adjusted her lying position, "Sleep." ”

I thought to myself, many things have changed in this life, what if the red-headed turtle hadn't committed suicide? It's better to tell them about it and find it in advance.

Meng Cimo glanced at his wife, who was asleep, and he hadn't said anything yet. This time, he disguised himself to go to Jiang Chen's grave to pay respects before meeting Zheng Ji, and actually met Zheng Ji there again......

Thinking about the affairs of the family again, internal and external troubles, he did not feel sleepy at all, and looked at the top of the bed to think about things.

I don't know how long it took, but I opened my eyes with an "ah" from Jiang Yixi, and kept panting, as if I had a nightmare.

Meng Cimo hurriedly turned sideways to comfort her, "Don't be afraid, I'm here." Having a nightmare? ”

Jiang Yixi turned his head sideways and took his hand and said, "Cimo, I just dreamed of a red-headed turtle with horns on my head, really." In my dream, I heard that there is a place in Jiaohai called Shengziwan, so I flew there. I really saw a red head with horns on its head*** and neck that were red, the shell was dark green, and it was very large, similar to a small soup pot.

"It was tied with ropes, and it couldn't get out of it, and it was in tears. I couldn't shout when I wanted to, I couldn't rush to save it, and those people didn't see me...... Later, when it saw a man who had not paid attention to drop the dagger not far from it, it craned its neck and swallowed the dagger, killing himself. ”

Meng Cimo looked at Jiang Yixi in surprise, "The red-headed turtle committed suicide by swallowing a dagger?" However, there is really a small island in Jiaohai called Shengziwan......"

Jiang Yixi's appearance was more surprised than him, "I've never heard of Shengziwan before, is there really this place?" ”

Meng Cimo nodded, stroked Jiang Yixi's face and said, "If you have this dream, maybe God is warning us again." Tomorrow, I will personally ...... "Thinking about not revealing that they are also looking for the red-headed turtle, he said, "Let Lu Zhan take people." ”

Lu Zhan was the small leader of Mengfu's private soldiers, and he was quite trusted by the old prince and Meng Cimo.

Jiang Yixi asked, "It's just a dream, can it be accurate?" ”

Meng Cimo said, "My daughter-in-law's dream is accurate, I would rather believe it." ”

After hearing this, Jiang Yixi really fell asleep.

Meng Cimo couldn't sleep anymore, thinking about how to tell the old man, how to send someone to look for it without letting people find out......

Both of them slept late, and they were only awakened by the fragrance of water outside.

After Meng Cimo finished washing, he went directly to Fu'an Hall to find his husband.

"I'll have breakfast there."

As soon as he walked out of the door, he poured back, picked up three purses from the kang and handed them to Jiang Yixi.

"It's not good to bring things on the road, but I only brought you and your grandmother, eldest sister, and Xin'er. I will bring my grandmother's, and you will give them to the eldest sister and Xin'er. ”

What Jiang Yixi, Meng Yue, and Huang Xin brought was a hosta, a carved chrysanthemum, a carved lotus, and a carved rabbit.

After Jiang Yixi finished breakfast, he asked people to take out the good ornaments from the warehouse, and then hung colorful silk lanterns under the corridor on the tree, and the courtyard immediately became festive.

At the beginning of noon, Jiang Yixi and Huahua, who were dressed up happily, went to Fu'an Hall, where they would eat dinner and dinner, and also brought her and Meng Cimo's filial piety to their elders.

Filial piety to the old man and the old lady is each a set of winter clothes made by Jiang Yixi himself, and a century-old Ganoderma lucidum. Filial piety to Cheng Guogong and Fu is a pair of cotton shoes each, their shoes Jiang Yixi did not sew a single stitch, all made by his subordinates.

Jiang Yixi fully believes that those two will not wear it.

Jiang Yixi quietly instructed some Huahua who was too happy, "When Mrs. Fu is here, you must be low-key and low-key." It's okay to play a little trick, and put away the extra expressions. ”

Huahua hated Mrs. Fu to death, and meowed out, "She is worse than Ma Erlang's mother, why don't you poison her with a bag of poison." ”

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