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

Hearing this, Linglong became interested.

The rules for the disciples in the building are that they can recommend acquaintances to enter the hall. Both the recommender and the recommended person need to enter the Wanlong Tower for training. Only those who can come out safely can join the hall.

"She plans to enter Wanlong Tower."

Chen Bei: "Yes, the owner of Qianxin Tower plans to enter Wanlong Tower with the two heads of the Shang family after completing the Zhongzhou mission."

After turning around the rockery, the two came to an inconspicuous flower bed and stood still.

Linglong quietly looked at the colorful plants in front of her and asked calmly, "Has Qianxin's identity been exposed?"

Chen Bei's heart trembled: "I don't know."

Linglong raised her foot, and her white brocade boots skimmed across a bulge in the flower bed.

Click...

The rockery moved, and a dark cave appeared in front of the two people.

Linglong took the lead and stepped into the cave.

The lamps on the stone walls on both sides lit up automatically one by one when Linglong stepped in.

When they arrived at a stone chamber, Linglong asked calmly, "When is the upcoming selection?"

Chen Bei, who was following Linglong, said, "Master, there are still eight days left."

Linglong raised her hand and moved the stones on the stone gate. As she moved, the stones quickly formed a five-element Bagua diagram.

Boom...

The stone door slowly opened, and a strong medicinal fragrance diffused out from inside.

"This time, we will select some disciples with high medical talents."

"Yes, master."

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Anlongzhai.

The low-key and luxurious carriage stopped at the door of the bookstore. The originally deserted bookstore street is now crowded with vendors.

When the servant guarding the bookstore saw the man driving the car, he quickly walked down the stone steps.

"Lord Mingyi."

The woman looked at the visitor expressionlessly and said, "Well, the master has arrived at the store. Please prepare some refreshments." After that, she got off the carriage swiftly, turned around, put down the footstool and opened the curtain.

"My Lord, we are here."

Ming Si was the first to come out of the carriage, bending down and extending his hand to support the distinguished person inside.

"No need."

The two gentle and friendly words emanated from the carriage, causing the people around who had been paying attention to this side to be dazed for a moment.

Zi'an held the white tiger in his arms and bent down to walk out of the carriage.

A breeze blew by, and the young man's red clothes under his moon-white cloak caught people's attention.

Feeling the burning gazes around him, Zian's delicate features did not reveal a single bit of displeasure.

He calmly stepped down from the carriage and walked into the bookstore. He looked up and saw that the bookstore had been renamed with the plaque of Anlongzhai.

"Ming Si, did sister tell me when it will open?"

Zi'an stroked the hair of the white tiger in his arms and asked as he walked, "Who is in charge of papermaking now?"

Ming Yi, who was arranging the carriage next, paused a second before stepping into the bookstore, tilted his head and fixed his gaze accurately in front of a stall.

The woman holding the balm didn't expect to be discovered. She was startled and quickly lowered her head.

Ming Yi raised his hand, fiddled with his hair, made a few gestures in the air, and then followed Ming Si's steps.

Ming Si reported from a distance: "My Lord, the opening of the bookstore is entirely up to you. The papermaking is now in the charge of the merchant's daughter, Shang Qiaoshan."

"You'd rather meet bandits than be greedy for the business of the Third Miss Shang?"

Ming Si: “Yes.”

When did the wife become involved with the merchant?

"Master, do you need Shang Qiaoshan's information?"

Listening to the master's words, he was very interested in the owner of Qianxin Tower. The master doted on the master, and would definitely tell the master everything he knew.

Hearing this, Zi'an glanced at Ming Si, whose face was filled with excitement. The corners of his lips raised harmlessly under the veil, and his voice was innocent and gentle. Instead of answering, he asked, "Ming Si, who is the master you are loyal to?"

Ming Si's expression, which was obviously about to cause trouble, froze, and his casual tone instantly disappeared. He replied seriously, "Wang Linglong."

Zi'an's eyebrows were curved, without any smile in his eyes, and his voice was kind: "Fortunately, there is still hope."

Ming Si's forehead was already sweating. "Yes, my Lord is right."

The secret guards in the dark watched this scene helplessly.

Zi'an didn't say anything. He followed the servant's lead and came to a simple and elegant private room. He looked at the bookshelves filled with books and walked closer.

"Where is the person who wants to see me?"

Mu Nian, who happened to be carrying tea and snacks into the private room, heard these words and knelt down to salute: "Your slave, Mu Nian, pays respect to the master. My master, I have given the patient medicine and he is now being treated in the clinic."

Ming Si stepped forward, took the snacks from Mu Nian’s hand, and walked towards the tea table.

Zi'an placed the white tiger on the table beside him. Upon hearing this, his delicate eyebrows slightly raised.

Baihu jumped off the table, walked towards Mu Nian who was kneeling on the ground with cat steps, and circled around her twice.

"Master, this man smells like laxatives."

A child's voice came from his mind, and Zi'an paused while selecting a book.

Zi'an consciously responded to Baihu: "Yes, thank you Lefeng for telling me."

He asked Mu Nian: "Why?" He took two books from the shelf gracefully and walked to the tea table.

Mu Nian spoke in a flat voice: "The man who came claimed to be the Holy Son personally appointed by the Emperor and the legitimate son of the Prime Minister's Mansion, and was disrespectful to the Lord. I used poison against the man without the Lord's permission, and I ask the Lord to punish me."

"How do you want me to punish you?"

A question about punishment, spoken in a gentle tone, always makes people feel that this person is easy to bully.

Zi'an was unaware and sat cross-legged on the cushion with elegant movements, flipping through the book with his fair fingertips.

Mu Nian spoke without hesitation: "Master Ming Yi, please whip me. I can withstand fifty lashes without dying."

Ming Si, who was making tea, glanced at Mu Nian a few more times out of the corner of his eye.

This is a ruthless person.

But what Zi'an said next made his back cold and his bones ache.

"Ten lashes, and use rouge powder to wash the whip when you execute it."

hiss……

Zi'an raised his eyes and looked at Ming Si opposite him with clear eyes.

The chain of the veil beside her ear swayed gently with Zi'an's movements, shining brightly. Zi'an's half-hidden face looked even more pure and harmless under his starry eyes.

"Why? Xiao Si, do you think it's too much?"

Ming Si's hand trembled, he put down the teapot in his hand, and immediately stood up and knelt on one knee.

"I am disrespectful, my lord, please punish me."

Inwardly: I didn’t expect that the master is the most cruel and ruthless one!

Rouge is the powder used by Lousha Palace for punishment.

The torture instruments soaked in it are even more terrifying than the branding iron that has been burned by fire or the butterfly-wing knife that cuts into pieces.

The powder can tear the skin and flesh, but without bleeding, and can increase the pain a hundred times, and it cannot be recovered for a long time! What kind of mentality did Master Danxu have to make such a powder!

Mu Nian was afraid of implicating others, so he bowed again: "I obey your orders."

Zi'an turned a page of the book and said in a leisurely tone: "Mu Nian, are you hiding something from me?"

Mu Nian, who was about to step down and accept the punishment, froze when he heard this and looked up in disbelief.

When she saw her master, her real master, still had a calm expression and movements, she was completely speechless.

Mu Nian returned to his original kneeling position, with his forehead on the ground: "Yes, the master has stripped me of my emotions, and I feel that it has not been successful."

Zi'an smiled: "No, my wife will never do anything without confidence, except me." As he spoke, he looked up at Mu Nian: "I believe you can find the difference between you and your brother."

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