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

"Master wife."

Ming Yi, who was about to retreat, stopped when he heard the soft voice. He lowered his eyes, knelt on one knee facing the source of the sound.

"Greetings, my lord."

Linglong turned around and saw Zi'an, wearing a crabapple red pleated skirt embroidered with gold peonies, walking slowly towards her.

Linglong frowned, walked quickly forward and held Zi'an's hand.

"Is it cold?"

Zi'an shook his head, "Sister, you're not cold." He turned his gaze to the kneeling woman in black, "Sister, do you have something to deal with?"

Linglong held Zi'an's hand and walked towards the corridor: "It's all right now, Mingyi, please leave."

"Yes, master."

On the way to the main courtyard, Linglong asked, "An'an, do you know the Lord of Zhongzhou?"

Zi'an instinctively replied, "Aunt Mujun, I know her."

Linglong paused. "Surname Mu? What does this have to do with Dongyun?"

The surname Mu is the surname of the Dongyun country. Ordinary people are not allowed to take the surname Mu.

Zi'an, who obviously sensed something was wrong, tilted his head and asked, "Sister, is there something wrong?"

Linglong squeezed Zian's hand and said, "Let's eat first, I'll talk to you later."

Zi'an nodded uneasily and sat down at the dining table with Linglong.

He saw Aunt Mu Jun very rarely, but Aunt Mu Jun was really good to him. During every holiday, he would receive precious gifts from Aunt Mu Jun.

A bright red pill was placed next to Zi'an's lips: "An'an, eat it."

Zi'an came back to his senses, a familiar medicinal aroma hit his nostrils, and he opened his mouth and took the medicine.

A bowl of improved medicinal porridge was placed in front of Zi'an: "Good boy, don't think too much, just eat."

Zi'an nodded obediently, picked up the silver spoon, lowered his head and ate the porridge in silence.

Linglong could clearly sense that Zi'an was in a bad mood, so she picked up a chicken wing with silver chopsticks and put it in Zi'an's bowl.

"Guan An, eating with emotion is not good for your health."

Zi'an lowered his eyes, paused in drinking porridge, and his knuckles turned white as he held the spoon.

"Sister, Aunt Mu An is very kind to me. After my father was kicked out of the family, it was Aunt Mu An who secretly protected us, so that my father could give birth to me safely."

The gentle words expressed the mother's admiration and anxiety for the Lord of Central Continent.

Linglong listened quietly to Zi'an's words, and when he stopped talking, she put a piece of fish meat with the bones removed to his lips.

"Human nature is fickle, and there are too many evil spirits."

These eight straightforward words already give the general idea.

Zi'an's eyebrows curved, and he opened his mouth to eat the fish meat on his lower lip, "Sister, will it change?"

Linglong nodded, "Yes."

Zi'an, who was still smiling, froze and didn't say anything. Linglong's next words swept away all his bad mood.

"I will love my An An even more."

Zi'an glanced at Linglong and put a glutinous rice ball in her bowl. "Sister, you are getting more talkative."

Before Linglong could say anything, Ming Si came over quickly and knelt on one knee: "I pay my respects to my master, my lord."

"What's the matter?" Linglong put down her chopsticks and picked up the handkerchief beside her to wipe the corners of her lips.

"Master, Mu Nian came to report that a man who claimed to be the master's younger brother came to the bookstore and asked to see him."

Zi'an, who was drinking porridge with his head down, paused and looked up at Ming Si: "What's your name?"

"Reply to my lord, Chang Miaoling."

Click...

The silver spoon bent in response.

Linglong frowned, reached out to hold Zi'an's hand, and saw that his white palm was already red. His eyes were cold, and his voice was cold and ruthless: "Ming Si, throw him out of Qingshan Town."

Now that the person who hurt An An has appeared, she will never let him go.

"Wait." Before Ming Si responded, Zi'an spoke first to stop him. He held Linglong's hand and sat on her lap.

"Don't be angry, my wife. It's useful to keep this man here."

Linglong said nothing, just stared at the person in her arms.

Zi'an blinked his clear almond eyes, raised his hands to wrap around her exquisite neck, leaned close to her thin lips, and gently rubbed them.

The soft and vague words said: "My dear wife, An An promises not to get hurt, okay?"

The tenderness and coquettishness of her beloved finally made Linglong relent.

"Okay, Ming Si and White Tiger will always be with me."

Zi'an showed his little canine teeth, and his dimples were sweet: "As you command, my mistress."

Linglong stretched out her arm, took the medicinal porridge in front of Zi'an and started feeding him.

"Ming Si, please step back. Report back if there is any situation."

Ming Si, who dared not make a sound, heaved a sigh of relief when he heard the soft voice.

"Yes, my lord."

Ming Si quietly left the inner room, looked at Mu Nian standing tall, and walked forward, "Butler Mu Nian, please go back to the bookstore first."

Mu Nian came back to his senses after hearing the voice, turned around and bowed to Ming Si: "Yes, Master Ming Si."

"What are you thinking about?"

A cold voice passed behind him. Ming Si shuddered, turned his head and saw that it was Ming Yi, and rolled his eyes inelegantly.

"Big sister, you can't be so scary." Thinking that Mingyi was going to deliver something to the host, he approached her and asked, "Big sister, have you seen the host?"

The man's fragrant scent approached, and Ming Yi took a step back calmly, his words still cold.

"The host is back, so there is no need for his subordinates to see him off."

Looking at Ming Yi's actions, Ming Si curled his lips. He really didn't know if he would turn into an icicle in winter with such a cold temper.

However, when he thought about the two OPs fighting against thirty killers alone, his mood began to surge.

"Has the owner of Qianxin Tower returned?"

Ming Yi frowned, glanced at the extremely curious Ming Si, and said in a cold voice: "Ming Si, don't forget your identity."

As a secret guard, why do you talk so much?

Ming Si walked forward unwillingly, continuing to mutter to himself.

until……

creak...

The sudden sound of the wooden door interrupted Ming Si’s thoughts.

Ming Yi took a few steps back and stood aside with his eyes downcast. Ming Si boldly tilted his head and looked at the two people at the door.

Linglong took out a cloak and put it on Zi'an, and hung a white face towel embroidered with peony patterns on Zi'an's face.

She hooked her fingertips on the pink and gold earring and placed it behind Zian's ear.

"Don't feed too much Beast Yuan Pill." Linglong glanced coldly at the white tiger quietly nestling in Zi'an's arms, resisted the urge to throw it away, and instructed softly.

Zi'an, who obviously noticed Linglong's displeasure, stepped closer to Linglong, tiptoed, and rubbed Linglong's cheek through the face towel: "Wife, An'an will be home soon."

"Yes." Linglong pinched Zi'an's cheek and ordered in a calm voice: "Mingyi and Mingsi, protect the master."

Ming Yi and Ming Si on the side knelt on one knee: "Your command, Master."

"My dear wife, I am leaving."

Linglong looked at Zi'an's departing back, turning the white jade ring on her left index finger with her fingertips.

"Qian Xin has left Qingshan?"

Chen Bei, who had just appeared behind Linglong, carrying a tray, bowed and said, "Not yet, Palace Master."

Linglong walked towards the flower hall: "Her relatives have been arranged."

"Yes." Thinking of what Shang Qiaoshan had said to him, his eyes fell on the figure in front of him, and he continued: "The owner of Qianxin Tower intends to recommend Shang Qiaoliu and Shang Qiaoxi to enter the palace."

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