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

Linglong stood on the stone steps, dressed in white, cold and aloof. She turned the ring on her left index finger with her right hand and said in a cold voice, "First floor of Wanlong Tower. Receive your punishment."

Everyone present at the Lousha Palace replied in unison: "Respect the Palace Master's order."

He looked at Ming Si with a cold gaze and said, "Tell me the Lord's itinerary for today."

Ming Si bowed his head and responded respectfully, "Yes, Palace Master."

Linglong's gaze paused on the white tiger in the corner for a second, then she turned and walked into the house.

"Bai Hu, you have cleared the Wanlong Tower."

When the white tiger cries, it knows.

After Linglong's figure disappeared, Ming Si looked at the group of sisters and brothers behind him, and asked in a low voice with anger and grievance: "Who can tell me what happened?"

He was just carrying out a task for his master, so why was he punished?

He had heard from the owner of the Wanlong Tower that the Wanlong Tower was even more terrifying and powerful than the Wanxiang Formation in the branch building.

Ming Yi pulled Ming Si and said, "Let's do what the master told us to do first."

Ming Si was angry and felt aggrieved, but he did not dare to refute.

In the end, Ming Si had no choice but to hold back his tears and walked towards the few people.

Linglong sat cross-legged in front of the tea table, boiling water, adding tea, washing tea leaves... every move she made was pleasing to the eye, elegant and noble.

"Xue'er, how was the training of the little foxes?"

The calm question made Youxue's heart tighten.

"It's OK. They are in seclusion. Master needs Xue'er. Can you wake them up?"

"If you need any medicine, ask me for it." Linglong did not stop moving her hands.

"Yes, Master."

The coldness on her wrist disappeared, Linglong lowered her eyes and continued with what she was doing.

Light footsteps approached, followed by the sound of clothes rubbing against each other.

"Master, this is the Lord's schedule for today."

Ming Si’s crisp voice rang out.

Linglong stopped and looked sideways, then raised her hand to take the stack of books from Mingsi's hand.

"Stand down and accept the punishment."

The cold words made Ming Si look bitter.

"Yes, master."

The room returned to silence, and the red charcoal in the stove was burning.

Linglong lowered her eyes and flipped the letters one by one with her white fingertips.

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The sky suddenly darkened and a strong wind blew up.

A flash of white light illuminated the dark room.

Boom...

There was a loud thunder explosion and a scream came from the inner room.

"My dear wife, sister..."

The curtain was suddenly lifted, a familiar cold fragrance approached, the coldness around him was dispelled, and Zi'an fell into a familiar warm embrace.

"Don't be afraid, my sister is here."

Tender and caring words rang in my ears, and gentle comfort came from my back.

Zi'an came back to his senses, raised his arms and tightly wrapped them around the person's waist.

"Sister, don't leave me." The voice was soft and trembling.

Noticing that Zi'an was trembling all over, the coldness in her exquisite and cold eyes became even more intense.

"Be good, as long as An An needs you, sister will always stay by An An's side."

The words are soft and serious, and the actions are gentle.

Zi'an leaned quietly in Linglong's arms, letting his beloved's gentle comfort him slowly calm his inner panic.

He had a dream, and in the dream, just as Wang Le had said, he was indeed dying.

He was infected with Bingyou and died after a year. His sister was not as good as him and did not have such good medical skills! After he was taken away by the Prime Minister's Mansion, his sister died early, and her body was not even found.

During that period, he was also named as the Star of Destiny by the Chief of Dongyun Temple.

Thinking of this, Zi'an's heart ached. If this was true, he would be harming his sister by staying with her.

The uneasy mood of the person in her arms lingered, and the tightness of her waist forced Linglong to ask directly: "An An, can you tell me what happened?"

Zi'an leaned in Linglong's arms, his eyes flickering.

"Sister, is An An a star of misfortune?"

Linglong still heard hope in Guairuan's usual question.

"My An An will never be a star of misfortune."

The serious words made Zian smile.

Yes, no matter it was a dream or there really was a past life or present life, as long as my sister was there, everything would be different.

"Wife, An An wants to take a bath."

The gentle coquetry made Linglong feel relieved.

"it is good."

He wrapped Zi'an in a quilt, carried him horizontally and walked towards the side hall.

The rain was dripping, and along the way, servants were holding lamps.

Arriving at the bathroom, Zi'an realized something was wrong and pinched the delicate collar with his fingertips.

"Wife, where are Ming Si and the others?"

He couldn't sense any presence around him, something went wrong.

Linglong placed the boy on a chair and said gently, "I'll arrange for them to do something else."

She opened the boy's shirt with her fingertips and said, "An An, if you have anything to say, you can tell me."

Looking at Linglong's stunning face that was as beautiful as snow, Zi'an didn't care about anything else and reached out to hold Linglong's hand.

"Sister, it's An An's fault. Please don't punish them."

Linglong raised her eyes, and her palms touched something soft, "Be good and be safe, I will punish you without teaching you."

For their masters, for their lives, these should be punished.

She didn't want this to happen again.

Meeting those exquisite and deep eyes, Zi'an was speechless.

If it was his sister who was injured today, he would want to kill someone.

In the end, Zi'an nodded obediently and said nothing more.

Linglong leaned over, pulled out the wooden hairpin from Zi'an's hair, let his long black hair fall out, and kissed him on the forehead.

Softly said: "Be good."

Linglong carried Zi'an into the bathtub and picked up the towel beside her to carefully wash him.

"Now, can you tell me why you got yourself hurt?"

Zi'an's face froze, he lowered his eyes, and pinched the petals on the water with his fingertips.

"I'm sorry sis, I trusted myself too much."

He was arrogant and complacent, and too confident in his own abilities. In fact, he was the one who should be punished the most.

Thinking of this, Zi'an approached Linglong, put his arms around her waist, and asked weakly: "Sister, can I be punished with them?"

Putting the wet towel on the round shoulders, Linglong lowered her eyes to look at the well-behaved boy, raised her hand and gently pinched the back of his neck.

Skin touching, Linglong's voice was hoarse: "Okay, but Guaan's punishment will be another one."

Zi'an raised his head from Linglong's shoulder, but before he could say anything, the heat stifled his breath.

"Hmm~"

Ambiguity was mixed in the mist, and the storm lasted for a long time before it stopped.

After the rain, the fallen flowers are scattered all over the ground, leaving behind a hundred charming and colorful flowers.

The night is dark and the breeze is cool.

Linglong was wearing a black and gold lotus embroidered double-breasted gown. She was lying on the couch, her five fingers running through the black and soft hair of the person in her arms.

The person in his arms shrank back, and his voice was soft and hoarse, "No more."

Linglong's eyebrows were gentle, and her hand around the boy's waist tightened.

The slightly separated distance was shortened again, and the cold and sweet breath blended again.

The red and swollen almond eyes opened slightly, and the bright red and moist lips opened and closed: "Wu...wife, An An was wrong."

His deep eyes quietly gazed at the delicious person in his arms, and his palms gently soothed the boy's back.

"What's wrong?"

With his tender white fingertips, he pinched the woman's collar and whispered, "An An shouldn't let herself get hurt."