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

The fingertips touched the words on the wooden tablet: Tomb of Wang Ping, granddaughter Wang Linglong. The slender fingers stopped at the scratch on the wooden tablet.

"Grandma, wait a minute, someone has to serve you on the road to reincarnation." As she muttered to herself, another scratch appeared.

After Fang Tianzhi, who is next? Wu Rongbai, the former county magistrate of Qingshan Town, it's you.

As the morning light appears, the lotus fragrance fills the air.

Behind the layers of red gauze, a soft moan was heard.

The white tiger that was sleeping on the carpet in the outer room jumped up with a start.

When Youxue was about to rush into the inner room, she hissed.

"White Tiger, don't forget your gender."

The white tiger, with its four paws in a running position, slipped and fell to the ground like a pancake.

"Ah..."

"Bai Ze, why didn't you say so earlier?"

The white tiger, who nearly lost his life, complained in his heart: Even though the mirror owner's soul is incomplete, the domineering and possessiveness engraved in her soul will not diminish because of this.

jingle……

As the sound of crisp bells came from the inner room, the door opened and a man in dark red tights walked in carrying a tray.

Youxue raised her snake head, glanced at Mingsi, and then swam towards the inner room.

Zi'an, lying on the bed, had a red face and a pair of dazed eyes, staring at the ceiling.

He shouldn't have doubted Linglong. How could Linglong, who was an excellent doctor, not be able to do it? !

"Master, may I come in?"

Hearing the voice, Zi'an came back to his senses and sat up suddenly.

"hiss……"

Zi'an gasped and held his waist with his hands.

"Enter."

As soon as the first word came out of his mouth, Zi'an's face turned redder, because his voice was already extremely hoarse.

Ming Si in the outer room was stunned when he heard this. He thought of something and his ears turned red. He walked over the screen and entered the inner room.

"My lord, let me help you get dressed." He placed the porridge on the tray on the table, picked up the wedding dress on the hanger, lifted the layers of red curtains, and walked to the couch.

"Yeah." Zi'an responded, and when he lifted the quilt, he realized that everything he saw was red.

I couldn't help but think of the wedding that Linglong mentioned.

Ming Si hung the curtain on the hook, lowered his eyes to look at his master who was sitting on the bed in a daze, with a well-behaved and harmless appearance, then knelt on one knee in front of the bed, and couldn't help but lower his voice.

"Master, are you feeling unwell?"

Zi'an turned his head to look at Ming Si, who was looking at him with sparkling eyes, and shook his head.

He asked softly, "Nothing, where's my sister?"

Zi'an endured the pain all over his body and put down his legs.

Because of the movement, the white pajamas on her wrist moved up a bit.

Densely packed red plum blossoms bloomed on the fair skin. Zi'an's mouth twitched, his cheeks became hot, and he quickly pulled down his sleeves.

Seeing this, Ming Si quickly lowered his head and helped Zi An stand up, "My Lord, my Lord is in the study to deal with something." He picked up the red inner garment beside him, "My Lord, I will help you change your clothes."

"Okay." Zi'an raised his hand and let Ming Si put on his clothes.

After changing into her wedding dress, Zi'an sat in front of the dressing table. She looked at the bronze mirror on the table that could reflect her clearly, and reached out to touch it in surprise.

Ming Si put the tray aside, looked at the bronze mirror for a few more seconds, then lifted the bowl of porridge on the tray and put it on the table: "Master, please have some porridge first."

Zi'an took his hand back, picked up the bird's nest porridge on the table and started eating. Ming Si picked up the comb on the table and helped Zi'an comb his hair.

Looking at the young man wearing a soft silk shawl and dining elegantly in the mirror, Ming Si was distracted for a moment.

The elegant and extraordinary face has an ethereal quality. The skin is white and tender, the expression is sleepy, the almond eyes are bright, the peach cheeks are charming, and the whole person is the kind of gentle and beautiful that makes people feel pity.

He now understood why his master liked the Lord so much.

Zi'an could sense Ming Si's appreciative gaze, but he ignored it, put down his empty bowl and asked, "Ming Si, who did my sister invite?"

A soft voice sounded, and Ming Si came back to his senses and replied respectfully: "The master did not host a banquet, but set up a buffet and invited all the people in Qingshan Town."

Zi'an's eyes were soft. He picked up the exquisite wedding fan embroidered with the sound of harmonious zither from the table and stroked the golden handle with his fingertips.

"Ahhh..."

Husband, husband, you smell so good!

The hem of his clothes was pulled, and Zian looked down in confusion, and saw a white kitten rubbing against the hem of his clothes.

Zi'an's eyes lit up, he put down the fan in his hand, bent down and picked up the kitten.

"Where did the kitten come from?"

Youxue, coiled on the beam, looked at the white tiger in her husband's arms with sympathy.

Ming Si helped Zi An put on the headgear, which was elegant yet noble.

"Master, this is the master's little pet..."

"Guai'an, do you like it?" Before Zi'an could speak, a cold female voice came from the side.

"like."

Zi'an responded subconsciously, then his eyebrows curved, sweet dimples appeared on his cheeks, he looked towards the screen, and was stunned at first sight.

A familiar person, with long black hair tied up high by a dark red jade crown, and a beautiful and cold face with a doting and gentle look. He was wearing a red satin robe with auspicious cloud patterns, and a belt with a phoenix gold pattern, the same as his, but with a simple purse hanging on it.

Seeing the little boy whom she held dear to her heart, her eyes revealed surprise and obsession.

There was also surprise and admiration in Linglong's eyes, the corners of her lips became more gentle, and she waved her hand.

After Ming Si leaned over to greet Linglong, he tactfully carried the empty bowl and retreated.

She half-knelt down beside the boy, pinched the white tiger on the boy's leg with her slender fingertips, threw it aside, and took out a handkerchief to wipe her fingertips carefully.

"Guan An, let me put on your makeup for you."

The cool fingertips made the boy's cheeks hot as he was savoring the memory. He didn't dare to look at Linglong anymore, took a few deep breaths, and nodded obediently.

Linglong stood up, and with a thought, some bottles and jars appeared on the dressing table.

"Okay." After responding, Zi'an reacted belatedly and looked up at the flawless, smooth jaw above him.

"Sister, can't we meet before we get married?"

Linglong picked up a tall bottle, opened it, and poured the water inside onto the white cotton cloth in her palm.

"Who am I to An An?" Linglong asked, gently pressing the cotton cloth in her hand on Zi An's smooth cheek.

"My dearest family."

Zi'an answered without thinking, then his nostrils twitched and he curiously picked up the uncovered long jar on the table and put it under his nose to sniff.

Light floral scent, fresh and elegant.

"Yeah, they're family, so why can't we see it?"

Linglong answered softly and gently, ignoring Zi'an's actions, and slowly picked up another bottle, squeezed out the white milk, and gently rubbed it on the boy's cheek.

Zi'an was observing the exquisite bottle, and after hearing what he said, his mind suddenly became twisted.

Sister! Love is forbidden by moral principles and not tolerated by the secular world...

Zi'an came back to his senses with a start, his cheeks getting hotter. He nodded randomly and responded.

Linglong, who was helping the boy wipe his face, saw her delicious beloved, with a rosy face that revealed a silent temptation, and her throat became dry and tight.

Linglong sighed in her heart and called herself a fairy, using her spiritual power to suppress the restlessness in her body.