MTL - Water Recovery System-Chapter 53 Extra (Sanskrit)

This space water used to heal the plague must have its drawbacks, but adding a little bit of boiled medicinal materials is a miraculous effect.

After the plague in Mocheng was dealt with, Sanskrit returned to Beijing with Shen Jiayan.

It's midwinter in Beijing, and the snow is flying in the snow. Some deceased have already cooked tea in the snow and swept the couch to welcome each other.

Yuchi Yan greeted them to sit down on the soft and thick cashmere blanket, and the red Firefox fur coat buried Yuchi Yan inside. His lips are pale, even if the room is warm like spring, there is no trace of blood on his face.

Last time I left Mocheng, Yuchi Yan was a little thin, but he was not as lifeless as he is now.

Yuchi Yan took out a copper coin from his arms. The copper coin had changed its shape, with blood stains on it: "That day, I returned to Beijing with my account book and ran into an ambush on the way. The entire Grand Canyon was full of archers."

As he said, the fingertips of Yuchi Yan holding the teapot were slightly white, "Aniu was guarding me to death. When he escaped, his body was densely covered with arrows. And the last arrow that was shot at me was The prince personally shot it with one arrow. If it weren't for this copper coin, there should be no such person in the world as Wei Chi Yan."

Fanyin saw the deep hatred in Yuchiyan's eyes, and asked in a cold voice, "Then what are you going to do?"

"I once told my father about this, but he said that he is an emperor, he must be so cruel and unscrupulous." Yuchi Yan slowly drank the tea in his cup, "If this is the case, then Yuchi Yan must also be careful. Follow the instructions of the emperor!"

Fanyin looked at him with a calm expression: "Are you going to seize that position?"

"Yes." Yuchiyan looked back calmly, but there was a shocking storm hidden under his eyes, "If the sky is with it, I will take it; if the sky is not with it, I will take it for myself."

Hearing this, Fanyin stretched out his hand under the table to hold Shen Jiayan's hand, loosened and tightened, and finally said: "Okay, I'll help you."

There was a little surprise on Yuchiyan's face, and he smiled bitterly: "I thought you would stop me as Da Yong Guoshi. No matter how bad you are, you will stand by without thinking, but you will say to help me."

"As Yun Chen said, I also believe that you will be a good emperor." Fanyin looked at Shen Jiayan, who was sipping tea, his eyes softened.

Yuchiyan followed Sanskrit's gaze and looked at him, suddenly relieved.

Yu Chiyan reached out and held the copper coin on the table tightly in the palm of his hand. Even if it hurts, he didn't want to let go. The blood on this belongs to that person.

In a daze, Yu Chi Yan's thoughts floated back to the day when he was in trouble in the mountains.

The man just walked a dozen miles of rugged mountain roads with his back on his back, without blushing and breathing. But when he was treating his injuries, his dark complexion suddenly blushed, and he whispered: "My mother said, life-saving grace must be promised by the body. From now on you will be Aniu's wife."

This fool!

He obviously didn't agree to him at the time.

He was still trying to protect himself, and had a dead end!

Taking the opportunity of drinking tea, Yuchi Yan blinked the water vapor in his eyes. But why didn't I agree to him at the time?

In the blink of an eye, it was a big cold.

It was the coldest day in Dayong and the coldest day in the entire palace.

Stepping on the winding bloodstains under his feet, Yuchi Yan slowly walked towards the old emperor who was lingering and sick, with a sneer on his face: "Father, you said that the emperor needs any means, so the eldest brother and the sixth brother were ended up with a cup of poisoned wine by the children. You said that being an emperor needs to be cruel, so those who disagree with the children will be killed. Do you think that the children are suitable princes?"

"You, you messenger and thief! This throne belongs to your eldest brother..." The old emperor glared with anger, so angry that he couldn't breathe.

Yuchi Yan nodded: "Yes, Father, your eldest brother is naturally the one you are focusing on. But no matter what you think, the name of this imperial decree can only be'Yuchi Yan' after all."

After Yuchi Yan finished speaking, in front of the old emperor, he covered the jade seal on the imperial edict that he had prepared.

The old emperor's face flushed red, and several "you" were heard repeatedly, but he couldn't catch his last breath, and he died. Before he died, his eyes were full of roundness, and he obviously couldn't squint.

Yuchiyan stepped forward and stretched out his hand to close the eyes of the old emperor: "Heh, father, how come your son will let you turn yourself into a cold-blooded person like you? As for the eldest brother and the sixth brother, you can rest assured that I will let you They live, live'long, long time', live'good'."

Because only by living can you slowly atone for the crimes you have committed, right?

On the day that Yuchi Yan became the throne, Fanyin and Shen Jiayan came to him to say goodbye.

Yuchi Yan tried to stay: "If you are willing to stay, the position of the national teacher is still yours. Whatever you want, I will give you what you want. Even, whatever you want to do with Su Yichen, I promise that no one will dare to gossip. ."

"No need." Fanyin took Shen Jiayan's hand, "For the rest of my life, cloud dust is enough."

Yuchi Yan couldn't keep him, so he could only stand quietly, looking at the back of the two who were taking them away. He sighed softly: From now on, he will be truly alone.

At this point, there was one less Sanskrit Chinese teacher in the palace; but above the rivers and lakes, there was one more genius doctor.

If you want to ask the genius doctor for help, you must first ask his wife. If he can please his wife, or if it can cause his wife to move in compassion, then this genius doctor is willing to save people.

And this genius doctor’s consultation fee for saving lives is also very special, only accepting a freshly picked lotus.

Because no one has ever seen the wife of this genius doctor, there are rumors that the wife of this genius doctor looks like a god, but some people say that the wife of this genius doctor is as ugly as saltless. But only one thing is beyond doubt, this genius doctor's wife is really very kind-hearted.

"Master, do you really like lotus flowers so much?" Shen Jiayan put the newly sent lotus into the water, smiling back, "Look, there is no place to put this full pond."

Looking back and smiling, the room is full of brilliance, and even this pool of lotus is not comparable to his beautiful face.

"On the day of the Flower God Festival, you gave me a lotus lantern. On that day, sending a lantern meant to show your liking." Sanskrit gently took the person into his arms, "I owe you a lantern. So I thought. I want to give you the lotus of your first life to make up for it, okay?"

Shen Jiayan's eyes were slightly moist, smiled and kissed Sanskrit's lips, and said "OK".

Later, the legend of the genius doctor and his wife was circulated for a long time.

Even if it is a hundred years later, the offspring who have been rescued by a genius doctor will still send a lotus flower that blooms most beautifully every time they walk to the house.

Volume Five