The female master reported to the palace master, the master is favored by the road

After hearing this, Song Deqing no longer insisted.

She took a few steps back and said worriedly, "Sister Ling, now that Ping is gone, and you call me Grandma Song again, you will be my granddaughter from now on. It is understandable that a grandma cares about her granddaughter. Grandma is nearby, and she will support you from behind if you can't hold on."

When Linglong heard the word "A Ping", her brows unconsciously frowned. This was her grandmother's name, and she really didn't like this person calling her grandmother like that.

But I felt nothing about what she said.

Linglong didn't want to say more, so she nodded, lifted the quilt, stood up, and put on her shoes.

When he stood up, he pretended to sway twice to avoid Song Deqing's hand that was about to support him.

Then, he turned sideways, holding onto something to hold on to on both sides, and walked out.

Song Deqing behind him helplessly lowered his hands, then followed Linglong with his crutches.

At this moment, the courtyard can be said to be in a mess.

Zi'an was still riding on Wang Le's body, but the wooden ladle in his hand was replaced with a wooden stick.

It was a fight between men, and it was not easy for a woman to intervene. But Fang Tianzhi's hand actually reached for Zi'an's clothes.

Seeing this, Linglong narrowed her eyes slightly, and murderous intent surged around her, not daring to move the person she wanted to protect.

The thumb of his left hand subconsciously groped for the buckle on the ring on his index finger.

Song Deqing, who was following behind, was frightened by Linglong's sudden burst of murderous intent.

He opened his mouth subconsciously and shouted at Fang Tianzhi who was about to touch Zi'an: "Fang Tianzhi, what are you doing? Why are you interfering in a fight between men?"

This roar successfully stopped the actions and conversations of everyone in the yard.

The courtyard was silent for a moment, and everyone's eyes turned towards the main house.

Linglong glanced sideways and looked at Song Deqing calmly.

When the latter met Linglong's emotionless eyes, a layer of cold sweat broke out on his back.

Zi'an was the first to react, dropped the stick in his hand and stood up.

He ran towards Linglong who was standing under the eaves.

Linglong shifted her gaze towards Zi'an and saw him wiping his hands on his clothes.

Seeing this, Linglong frowned slightly.

"Sister Linglong, are you okay? Did these heartless people bully you~~~"

Zi'an cried out in his last two sentences.

Linglong's face, which had remained unchanged for many years, twitched the corners of her eyes because of his howl.

Wow, the sound of the winding mountain road is as good as a big opera.

Zi'an also came closer.

Linglong took out a black handkerchief embroidered with white peony flowers from the space under the cover of her wide sleeves and handed it to the boy.

"Next time, use a handkerchief to wipe your hands."

Although Linglong's tone was calm, the young man still felt embarrassed.

Zi'an nodded in agreement, then with his ears red, he reached out and took the handkerchief from Linglong's hand.

He also knew that this was not elegant, but he had to do it for the sake of acting.

The moment the handkerchief came into his hand, Zi'an lowered his eyes, and a dark look flashed across his eyes.

He carefully put the handkerchief into his bosom, then pulled out a gray rag from his sleeve and began to wipe his hands.

The handkerchiefs Linglong gave him were all made of the best material.

As for the mask on his face, Lingdu may not even have it.

Linglong saw this and did not stop him.

He looked at the villagers gathered in the yard, and his eyes finally stopped on Fang Tianzhi.

Fang Tianzhi, who was staring at Linglong and Zi'an with greedy eyes, felt his heart skip a beat and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his back when he met Linglong's gaze that was like looking at a dead person.

After wiping his hands, Zi'an was about to reach out to help Linglong when he suddenly remembered that he could not touch his master without his master's permission.

Noticing the awkwardness of the person next to her, Linglong put her hand on Zi'an's arm without turning her head and leaned towards him.

Due to the perspective, everyone saw that Linglong's action was because she was exhausted and couldn't hold on, so she leaned on Zi'an.

Then Wang Le said that Wang Linglong injured him, which is not right.

Everyone who thought so looked at Wang Le with disgust in their eyes.

He is a good man, but he is so shameless that he dares to say and do anything.

The men wearing face masks around Wang Le took a step back in tacit agreement.

Such a man with a bad reputation will only ruin their reputation.

Wang Le, who had just stood up with the help of the wall, also noticed the way everyone was looking at him. He looked in Zi'an's direction shyly and anxiously.

As a result, this one look almost made him scream. Why?

Such a beautiful woman, who had never even looked at me, now showed such favor to a lowly slave who was not worthy of being on the stage.

Not only was he made to wear a veil which slaves were not allowed to wear, but he was also injured.

Wang Le became more and more dissatisfied the more he thought about it, and was overwhelmed by jealousy.

He raised his uninjured hand, pointed at Linglong and the other person, and began to scream: "Wang Linglong, you must be blind to fall for a slave, and you Zi'an..." He moved his finger in the direction of Zi'an, and his voice became higher: "You are a lowly slave, how dare you seduce your own master? I will go to the government to sue you."

According to the Nanling Law, slaves are not allowed to seduce their masters by improper means, otherwise they will be treated as prostitutes.

After thinking about it, Linglong's murderous intent, which had just been suppressed, began to stir.

At this moment, she felt an itch on her wrist and lowered her eyes.

Then he saw a beautifully shaped but thin and cracked hand holding his wrist.

Linglong raised her eyes, and when she met the boy's clear almond-shaped eyes filled with worry, miraculously, the hostility in her heart disappeared in an instant.

Hidden in the sleeve, the index finger of his left hand, bent, relaxed subconsciously.

Seeing that the two were still able to exchange glances, Wang Le calmed down.

The words he spoke also began to sound sarcastic.

"Zi'an, it seems that you have seduced the master many times before, otherwise how could you be sold out? Look at you now, you even seduce a sickly girl. You are so shameless..." The words stopped abruptly.

Song Deqing's voice rang out at this time: "Wang Le, stop it, do you really want me to tell you all the ugly things you have done?

Wang Le, whose speech was interrupted, fell silent when he heard what Song Deqing said.

Linglong didn't care about Song Deqing and her eyes never left Wang Le.

I thought the voice was familiar before, but I didn't think of it at the time.

Now, her five senses are gradually recovering and her memory is also improving.

Isn't this the same voice she used when she first came here, saying that Zi'an was her nemesis and that she was a sickly person?

The thumb of his left hand, hidden in his sleeve, rubbed the ring on his index finger.

"Wang Le, it seems that you only know the laws about slaves. As for the man who gossiped, do you know the laws? What will happen?"

After saying that, Linglong turned around and said as she walked, "Zi'an, pack your things and go to Jiyang Mansion."

Wang Le's originally ugly face turned pale in an instant when he heard Wang Linglong's words.

Fang Tianzhi, who was used to watching the fire from the other side of the river, became anxious when he heard this.

If it was at the county government office, she could still suppress the matter, but if it was at the prefectural government office, she didn't have the ability to do so.

Song Deqing, who had been silent, spoke up at this moment, "Sister Ling, if you go to Ji Yang in this state, something bad will happen. Sister Ling, don't worry, as long as I, Mrs. Song, am here, no one will bully you."