Chapter 213 – Red-Headed Turtle

After dinner, the old master only left Meng Zhimo behind, and the rest of the people went back to their respective homes.

Jiang Yishi waited until the end of the eleventh hour when Meng Zhimo had not returned, so she went to sleep first.

When she was in a daze, she felt someone kissing her face, the familiar flavor and wet lips made her obsessed.

Jiang Yishi didn’t open her eyes and laughed softly, “Back.”

“Hm. Miss me?”

“Wanted, dreamed about it.”

The kiss continued to wander, all the way down ……

Neither of them were sleepy after making out, and cuddled together and whispered.

“I’ve heard Grandfather talk about that, and we’ve come to a head. You’re in a heavy body now, get well and have us men worry about these things.”

Jiang Yi shi still couldn t help but ask, “Is the eyebrows …… on the Jiaohai side?”

The goat horn lamp in the corner was on, the light through the thick Luo tent, the red light inside the tent was dim.

Meng Zhimo lost his smile when he saw his little daughter-in-law’s reddish eyes filled with curiosity.

He lightly pinched her small nose and said, “Just said I don’t want you to worry about it, and then asked again.” Still, he said, “We investigated the Marquis of Zhennan’s affairs, and accidentally discovered that the people of the Marquis of Zhennan were secretly searching for red-headed turtles along the Jiaohai area, saying that Dowager Mrs. Zhao was seriously ill, and that she wanted red-headed turtles as a guide for her medicines, and that the older they were, the better they would be.

“Our people went to inquire, only to find out that three years ago someone saw a red-headed turtle with fleshy horns on its head, and it was said that the red-headed turtle with horns on its head was already a thousand years old. What’s puzzling is that they’re still looking for it, but they’ve already sent someone to invite the Fanwu Monk.

“It is possible that they have found other spirit beasts to spare, or they may have already found the thousand year old red headed turtle and continue to search for it to confuse the public. There’s also a possibility that they know that there’s a spirit beast somewhere, somewhere deep in the mountains or somewhere in the barren birds, where it’s not good for humans to fetch it, but the Xuan Eagles can find it.”

A red-headed turtle?

Jiang Yishi’s aura flashed, remembering that in his previous life, his master, Old Divine Doctor Shen, had once talked about red-headed turtles.

Red-headed turtles grew in the deep sea, had a long lifespan, were extremely rare, and were a precious and good medicine. Especially the red-headed turtle with horns on its head, surviving for at least a thousand years. If this turtle is boiled down into a paste, not only can it prolong life, it can also cure many diseases.

Dr. Shen would also think of ways to get red-headed turtles, but would never use red-headed turtles with horns on their heads. He said that animals live for more than a thousand years is to get heaven care, is spiritual, intelligent degree is not even lower than people, abuse this kind of spirit is not good.

He also said that three years ago, someone captured a red-headed turtle with long horns in Shengzi Bay of Jiaohai. The red-headed turtle was in tears and committed suicide by stretching out its head to swallow a dagger placed next to it when the person guarding it was not paying attention.

The year was the twenty-first year of Kanei. Three years ago would have been Jian Rong eighteen years, exactly next year. In that case, next year, perhaps the Zhao family really found a red-headed turtle with long horns on its head, only the person who caught it didn’t keep an eye on it, letting it kill itself ……

Meng Zhimo saw Jiang Yishi’s eyes showing panic, her small mouth slightly open, and asked, “Shishi, what’s wrong with you?”

Jiang Yishi incredulously patted her chest and said, “I didn’t think that there really are spirits that have lived for so many years ……”

Her eyes drowsy, she adjusted her lying position, “Sleep.”

In her heart, she thought that many things had changed in this life, what if the red-headed turtle didn’t succeed in committing suicide? It’s better to tell them about it and find it ahead of time.

Meng Zhimo glanced at his wife who had fallen into a deep sleep, there were some things he hadn’t said yet. This time he went to Jiang Chen s grave in disguise before meeting Zheng Ji to pay his respects, and actually met Zheng Ji …… there again.

And then think about the things at home, internal and external problems, he did not have a little sleep, looking at the top of the bed to think about things.

I do not know how long, only to hear Jiang Yishi “ah” opened his eyes, constantly gasping for air, like a nightmare in general.

Meng Zhimo quickly turned to her side to calm her down, “Don’t be afraid, I’m here. Did you have a nightmare?”

Jiang Yishi turned her head sideways and took his hand and said, “Jimo, I just dreamt of a red-headed turtle with horns on its head, really. In my dream, I heard that there is a place called Shengzi Bay in Jiaohai, so I flew there. I really saw a red-headed **** with horns on its head and a red neck, the shell was dark green, and it was so big that it was about the size of a small soup pot.

“It was tied up with a rope and couldn’t struggle away, it was in tears. I want to shout and shout out, I want to save it can’t rush up, those people didn’t see me …… Later, it saw that one person didn’t pay attention to drop the dagger not far away from it, it stretched its neck and swallowed the dagger and committed suicide.”

Meng Zhimo looked at Jiang Yishi in surprise, “A red-headed turtle commits suicide by swallowing a dagger? However, there really is a small island in the Jiaohai Sea called Shengzi Bay ……”

Jiang Yishi looks even more surprised than him, “I’ve never heard of Shengzi Bay before, there really is this place?”

Meng Zhimo nodded, stroking Jiang Yishi’s face and said, “You had this dream, maybe it’s the heavens giving us a warning again. Tomorrow, I will personally ……” Thinking about not exposing that they are also looking for the red headed turtle, he added, “Let Lu Zhan lead the people there.”

Lu Zhan was the small head of Meng’s private army, quite trusted by the old Duke and Meng Ruimo.

Jiang Yishi asked, “It’s just a dream, can it be accurate?”

Meng Ruimo said, “My daughter-in-law’s dream is accurate, I’d rather believe it.”

After hearing this, Jiang Yishi really went to sleep.

Meng Ruimo was even more unable to sleep, thinking about how to tell the old Duke, how to send people to look for it without letting them find out ……

Both of them slept late, and were only called up at the stroke of the hour by the water fragrance outside.

Meng Zhimo washed up and went directly to Fu An Hall to find the old master.

“I’ll eat breakfast there.”

He just walked out the door and fell back, picking up three lotus bags from the kang and handing them to Jiang Yixi.

“It’s not good to bring things on the road, so I only brought one each for you and grandmother, big sister, and Xin’er. I’ll take Grandmother’s, and you give Big Sister and Xin’er’s to them.”

The jade hairpins brought for Jiang Yishi and Meng Yue and Huang Xin’er were jade hairpins, one carved with a chrysanthemum, one carved with a lotus flower, and one carved with a bunny.

After Jiang Yishi finished breakfast, she had people take the good ornaments out of the storehouse, and then hung colorful damask lanterns on the trees and under the porch, the courtyard was immediately festive.

At the beginning of lunchtime, Jiang Yishi and Hua Hua, who were dressed in joyful attire, went to Fu An Hall, where they would eat both the midday meal and dinner, and brought with them her and Meng Zhimo’s filial piety to their elders.

The filial piety to the Elder Master and the Elder Lady was each a set of winter clothes made by Jiang Yishi herself, and a hundred year old ganoderma lucidum. The filial piety to Duke Cheng and Fu is each a pair of cotton shoes, their shoes Jiang Yishi did not sew a stitch, all made by the subordinates.

Jiang Yishi was fully convinced that those two would not wear them.

Jiang Yishi also quietly instructed Hua Hua, who was a little too happy, “When Fu Mao Zi is around, you must keep a low profile, low profile and low profile again. It’s fine to play a little trick, but put away any unnecessary expressions.”

Hua Hua hated Granny Fu and meowed, “She’s even worse than Ma Er Lang’s mother, why don’t you all poison her to death with a packet of poison.”