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

He looked at Nan Yi who was bowing his head and said, "Nan Yi Imperial Guard, I'll leave this man to you." Thinking of Wang Le's identity, he asked, "Imperial Guard, does the disappearance of the Holy Son have any impact on the current situation?"

My sister is in a different position now and cannot influence her.

Nan Yi looked up in surprise, and when he saw that stunning face, he quickly lowered his head and said respectfully, "Sir, it won't affect you."

Zi'an nodded and walked out: "Well, Nan Yi Huangwei, when he recovers, you can take him away after paying for the damaged items."

Looking at Ming Shisan, "Ming Shisan, have someone come and clean up and bring Wang Le over."

Ming Shisan: "Yes, my lord."

Nan Yi looked at the person who was still wailing on the ground with sympathy. He thought that once the princess returned, the mausoleum would be lively again.

He stepped forward, half-knelt in front of Chang Miaoling, and reached out to press his mute point.

The screams stopped abruptly. Looking at Chang Miaoling's frowning brows due to pain and the sweat dripping down her face, he said in a cold voice: "Prime Minister, do you have any money on you?"

Chang Miaoling, who was dizzy due to the pain, nodded in fear when she heard the voice and opened her mouth. But when she found that she couldn't speak, she quickly pulled off the purse from her waist with trembling hands and handed it to Nan Yi.

Nan Yi took the purse, opened it and took a look. There was a stack of silver bills worth hundreds of taels in it, and he didn't count them. He grabbed the person on the ground and left.

But when she was going out, she happened to meet Linglong who was walking slowly in the corridor.

Linglong and Minglu approached one after another.

Chang Miaoling, who was unable to speak, looked at the approaching woman with amazement in her eyes.

A tall and graceful woman with an ethereal appearance walked towards them with a cold and aloof air that kept people at a distance.

Linglong's imposing presence made Nan instinctively want to salute.

"No need to be polite, Nanyi Royal Guard, go and do your job."

A cold voice, endless alienation.

When Linglong was still some distance away from Nan Yi, she stopped, turned her head, and glanced at the mess in the private room with her cold, glassy eyes.

Seeing this, Nan Yi hurriedly said, "Your Highness, this is compensation for the damaged items by Chang Miaoling."

Linglong withdrew her gaze and looked at the purse in Nan Yi's hand.

Ming Lu stepped forward tactfully, took the purse from Nan Yi's hand, and retreated behind Linglong again.

"My Lord, are you scared?"

Nanyi's face tightened. No matter what she said, it was wrong.

How can I say that the master was not scared? Just looking at his well-behaved and harmless appearance, how could he possibly hit someone?

If you say he was scared, it's because I was incompetent and didn't take action on his behalf before my master took action, so I am also guilty.

When Nan Yi was about to apologize, a soft and obedient voice coming from a distance saved her.

"Master wife."

While Nan Yi breathed a sigh of relief, he looked at the frosty-looking princess in surprise. When the voice came out, her expression instantly became gentle.

Linglong turned around, and a white, soft body rushed into her arms.

"Is my wife done with her work?"

A soft question sounded in my arms.

Linglong steadied the waist of the person in her arms and glanced at Nan Yi, who bent down slightly, clamped the person in his hands, and retreated.

He lowered his eyes to look at the person in his arms and said softly, "No, I heard some noise over here and came to take a look."

Thinking of the noise he made, Zi'an felt annoyed. He let go of Linglong, raised his head, and the corners of his lips curved up, with two dimples appearing on his cheeks: "Then my wife, go and do your work. An'an can stay here."

Linglong's eyebrows were gentle, and she helped Zi'an tuck the messy hair behind his ears. "Okay, I'll be in a nearby private room. An'an, finish the things at hand and come find me."

As he spoke, he took the purse from Ming Lu's hand, put it in Zi'an's hand, and said, "This will be handled by An'an."

Zi'an took the purse and nodded obediently: "Okay, my wife."

Seeing Zi'an's well-behaved appearance, Linglong's heart softened. She raised her head and held the back of Zi'an's head, then lowered her head and kissed his forehead.

"good."

She let go of Zi'an and looked at his flushed cheeks. Linglong's throat moved and she let go of him, "Go ahead."

Ming Lu, who lowered his head and dared not look around, realized that his master's aura had left, and then he dared to ask, "Master, the woman that the master asked Ming Yi to send to the Women's Pavilion was detained by the owner of Qianxin Tower and locked up in the cliff prison in the building."

Linglong withdrew her gaze from Zian's back, turned around, and walked in the direction she came from: "Why?"

Ming Lu followed Linglong not too far away and reported respectfully: "The beautiful girl who was waiting on some special guests in Anchang Chunlou has not been found yet."

The main thing is that the owner of Qianxin Tower did not tell the master about this matter. He acted first and reported later, fearing that it would affect the master's plan.

Special, some people who have special fetishes in that matter.

Linglong pushed open the door of the private room and said in a calm voice, "Master, can you specify which women's brothel to send me to?"

After Linglong entered the private room, Ming Lu turned around and closed the door, saying, "Not yet."

After sitting down at the desk, Linglong leaned lazily on the back of the chair, twirling the white jade ring with her fingertips, her eyes half closed.

"That's it. Just follow the Lord's orders."

Ming Lu: "Yes, Master."

"The news from Central China continues."

Ming Lu leaned forward slightly and reported respectfully: "There are indeed cultivators in Zhongzhou at present, but their strength is unknown. They came to the Fenling Mountains, and the details are unknown! There is speculation that their purpose is related to sacrifice, but it is not certain." As he spoke, Ming Lu began to hesitate.

She was a little scared when she said the following words. She had not expected to receive any news about her master during this trip, and it was not good.

Linglong raised her eyes and looked at Minglu with her cold eyes, who seemed to be hesitant to speak.

The coolness of the air on his tailbone made Ming Lu shudder. He knelt on one knee with his head down and gritted his teeth as he said, "The Lord of Zhongzhou used boys to practice martial arts. When the master was young, he disappeared for a period of time because of the Lord of Zhongzhou. After being found half a month later, he was seriously ill and was sent back to the Prime Minister's Mansion in Nanling. When the master woke up, it seemed that he had lost some of his childhood memories."

Hours of amnesia?

There was a gloom in her exquisite eyes. She stopped turning the ring, stood up, opened the brocade box on the desk, took out the two red jade papers inside, opened them, and quickly read through them.

After putting away the letter, Linglong did not speak for a while. She closed the brocade box and tapped the box lightly with her fingertips.

In the letter, the Palace of the Lord of Zhongzhou stated that all countries were recruiting boys between the ages of seven and ten under the pretext of recruiting disciples.

This is very strange. In a world where women are respected, shouldn't women be recruited? Why boys?

The most incredible thing is that the boy who was recruited to Zhongzhou has never been out of Zhongzhou, and the boy’s family members did not suspect anything.

It seems that I need to take a trip to Zhongzhou.

His fingertips rested on the brocade box, and he said calmly, "Put the jade paper back in the building according to the rules! How many books on cultivation have been copied?"

Ming Lu: "My Lord, there are a thousand copies in Qingshan Town, and about a hundred copies in other places."

Linglong leaned back, her hands lazily resting on the armrests: "Are you all ready?"

Ming Lu: "I'm ready."

Linglong placed one hand on her forehead, closed her eyes, and tapped the armrest with her fingertips: "Okay, let's open together tomorrow."

"Yes, master."

After Ming Lu responded, he stood up with his eyes lowered, picked up the brocade box on the table, took a few steps back, turned around, opened the door, and met Nan Yi's cold eyes.

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