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

The whole chain is embellished with flowing light, gorgeous and luxurious.

He was already very satisfied that Linglong could think of him for such a magical thing.

Zi'an shook the tassel on his fingertips, looked up at Linglong, and softly refused: "Sister, this is too expensive, I can't accept it."

This magical object must be hard to find, and Linglong needs it more than he does.

Her delicate fingertips traced the mark on Zi'an's waist, and she said lovingly, "This is a wedding gift for Gua'an. Do you still want to refuse?"

The tingling sensation made Zi'an lean softly against Linglong's arms. Upon hearing this, his pupils trembled, more shocked than hearing that the chain around his waist was a space.

The boy's cute look made Linglong's heart soften. She lowered her head and kissed his lips which were half open due to shock.

"Guan An, I'm sorry to have to put you in this wedding! When we return to Zhongzhou, I'll give you a grand wedding, okay?"

Knowing why Linglong wanted to get married in such a hurry, Zi'an felt sad.

He raised his hand to hook her delicate neck, leaned close to her red lips, and gently rolled them, "I'm sorry, sister, it's An An who made you work hard."

If he hadn't framed Linglong and lost her innocence, Linglong wouldn't have to rush around for his reputation.

Hearing Zi'an's trembling voice, Linglong's eyes were filled with tenderness. She held the back of the boy's head and responded to him gently.

This time the boy was very proactive, and every movement he made revealed a silent temptation in his childishness.

The chain hanging on the white and soft waist fits the waist perfectly.

Silent temptation is the most deadly.

Linglong's eyes were deep and she did not suppress herself, but moved as her heart desired.

jingle……

The mist of the spring is beating.

The twin bracelets jingle in pleasure,

The warm soup ripples slightly, and the sound is pleasant to the ears...

??

After a thrilling sex, two more days passed in the space, and it was exactly the wedding hour outside.

Linglong appeared in the study of the bookstore, holding the sleeping boy in her arms.

He tilted his head to glance at the dark sky outside the window and walked towards the bedroom.

"Ming Si, bring some soft food."

Ming Si, who was practicing in the dark, heard his master's voice, quit his practice, appeared behind Linglong, and knelt on one knee: "Yes, master."

Ming Si stood up, looked at his master's back as he left, and gestured to the darkness. Another dark figure appeared, clasped his fists and bowed in Ming Si's direction: "Master Ming Si."

"Notify the host that the Palace Master is back."

"Yes."

Linglong put the boy into the red satin quilt, covered him with it, and when she was about to get up, her neck was hooked.

Zi'an half-opened his almond-shaped eyes and asked in a hoarse and confused voice: "Where are you going, sister?"

Linglong lowered her eyes, looked at the sleepy boy, leaned over and pecked his jelly-like lips.

"Sister, go get some food. Stay and sleep for a while."

Zi'an nodded dazedly and let go, closed his eyes, turned over and continued to sleep.

Her delicate eyes showed doting as she tucked in the quilt for Zi'an, then stood up, lowered the gauze curtains and left the inner room.

After leaving the inner room, Linglong's aura became solemn and cold. There was a wooden hairpin in her hand, which she turned and inserted backwards. Her black hair was obediently half-tied behind her head.

Turning the screen, he glanced at the kneeling person with a cold gaze.

"Nanyi Royal Guard, what's the matter?"

He sat down in the main seat, leaned back lazily, twisted the soul-calming bead with his fingertips, and looked at Nan Yi who was carrying a tray.

"Your Highness, this is the Queen's wedding gift to Your Highness."

Just at this moment, Ming Si, who came to report, stepped into the room and just heard these words.

He walked quickly forward, put the tea in his hand on the table, turned around and took the tray from Nan Yi, put it on the table next to Linglong, and stepped aside to pour tea.

Linglong glanced at the tray, which contained a stack of letters and a long brocade box.

He retracted his gaze, closed his eyes, propped his head with one hand and leaned on the couch, and asked calmly: "What else?"

Nan Yi pursed his lips, kneeled on both knees instead of one knee, lowered his body, stopped when his palm was one finger away from the ground, and put his forehead on the back of his hand.

"Your Highness, will Nanling be destroyed?"

After these words came out, Ming Si, who was making tea, looked at Nan Yi a few more times. He admired in his heart that this man was really bold.

Linglong said nothing, and the atmosphere in the room was cold and eerie.

Nan Yi felt a chill running down his spine. Just as he was about to speak, a clear and cold voice rang out, "Who wants to know?"

Hearing the princess' voice, Nan Yi finally breathed a sigh of relief and said respectfully, "Your Highness, it's me."

After all, the instability of those in power will cause suffering to the people.

Ming Si poured the tea and placed his hands beside Linglong.

Linglong's fingertips kept spinning the beads, and she said in a light voice: "It depends on your monarch."

What if my father is really harmed and the dynasty is overthrown?

Nan Yi closed her eyes. How could she not understand the hidden meaning of the princess' words? The identity of the princess's father was originally related to Dong Yun. Now looking at the attitude of the temple master towards the princess, it shows that it is even more complicated.

It would be easy for such a mysterious and powerful person to overthrow a dynasty in no time.

"If you have nothing else to do, please leave."

Nan Yi exhaled and said respectfully, "Yes, Your Highness."

After Nan Yi left, Linglong opened her eyes, raised the cup of tea poured by Ming Si and took a sip.

"Where's Mingsha?"

Ming Si, who was lost in thought, heard the voice, came to the hall, knelt down and replied: "Too many people have placed orders in the hall recently, the host has returned to the hall to arrange matters."

Single multiple?

Linglong lowered her eyes, looked at the clear tea in the cup, and turned the cup with her fingertips: "Murderer?"

Ming Si: "Master, I'm asking for the Qingxin Pill."

His fingertips stopped moving, he leaned close to his lips and took a sip of tea: "Where's Shang Qiaoshan?"

"My Lord, I'm on my way back."

Linglong drank the tea in the cup and asked, "Nothing else, please leave."

Ming Si bowed, "My lord, the county magistrate handed over a visiting card while you were in seclusion."

Before the retreat, that is, two days ago when she and Chen Bei returned from the Fenling Mountains.

"Why are you here?"

Ming Si: "I want to win over the master."

Linglong stopped spinning the beads and looked at the brocade box on the table: "Well, leave now."

"Yes, master."

With a creak, the door closed.

Linglong picked up the brocade box, but what lay inside still surprised her for a moment.

There were two things inside. The most eye-catching thing was not the imperial edict, but the black object that looked like a phoenix.

Her fingertips felt cold. If she was not mistaken, this should be of the same nature as the tiger talisman.

His fingers moved to the imperial edict and he opened it. There was no writing on it except for a bright red seal in the corner with four words on it: Prosperity.

Seeing this, Linglong raised her other hand, which contained a brocade box. She opened it and inside was the jade seal sent by Yan Yan.

Turning the jade seal over, Linglong could see clearly what was engraved on it: "Mandate by Heaven".

Seeing this, Linglong frowned. There are two imperial seals of a country?

"Master, Nanling has two imperial seals, one for enthronement and one for life and death."

As my wrist felt cold, Youxue's milky voice echoed in my consciousness.