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

Ping An saw Linglong still had an expression that the sky had fallen and had nothing to do with her. He was furious and his voice was unconsciously louder: "Sister, you are not a simple person. Your brother-in-law is now connected to your fate star. His calamity is also your calamity. You must leave Nanling for a while."

Zi'an, who came to look for Linglong, heard these words when he turned the corner. He staggered and almost fell.

Mu Shuang, who came with them, quickly supported Zi'an.

"Master, be careful."

Linglong sensed something and raised her hand to stop Ping'an from saying the next words.

"We'll discuss this tonight. I'll take you to meet your brother-in-law."

Ping'an also sensed the approach of a strange aura. He swallowed all his words, nodded, and followed Linglong towards the corner.

Seeing that Zi'an looked unwell, Linglong quickly stepped forward to support Zi'an and felt his pulse, and asked worriedly: "An'an, are you okay?"

Why didn't the Heart Knot react this time?

Mu Shuang let go of Zi An, stepped back a few steps, and knelt down to salute: "Your servant greets the master."

Ping'an, who was following behind Linglong, looked at Zi'an quietly with his pure phoenix eyes.

At first glance, the man looked very obedient and gentle, a look that made people want to protect him at first sight. Upon closer inspection, his eyebrows, eyes and facial features were all extraordinary.

He withdrew his gaze, pinched his fingertips lightly, and began to calculate Zi'an's fate.

After a moment, his throat felt sweet and his steps staggered.

Linglong, who had sharp five senses, sensed the fluctuation of the mysterious power, frowned, and used her spiritual power to stabilize Ping'an's body.

Zi'an also smelled blood and turned his head to look at the man wearing a bamboo hat.

Ping An steadied his breath, took out a handkerchief to wipe the blood from the corner of his lips, noticed Zi'an's gaze, swallowed the fishy sweetness in his mouth, and bowed in Zi'an's direction.

"Hello, brother-in-law. I am your younger brother, Mu Fanyou."

When Zi'an heard that this was Linglong's relative, his face became nervous. Without caring about anything else, he stepped forward and helped Ping'an up.

"You are polite, brother."

Linglong, who was still feeling the pulse, looked at her empty hand, calmly withdrew it, and looked at Mu Shuang: "Mu Shuang, step back."

"Yes, master."

Mu Shuang's voice was soft, but the emotion was lost in it.

Linglong turned around and looked at the two young men who had stopped talking, and said in a calm voice: "Fanyou, you can take off your hats now."

As he spoke, he handed a porcelain bottle to Ping An and said, "Don't try to pry into the secrets of heaven so easily in the future."

Hearing the displeasure in Linglong's tone, Ping'an felt guilty. He took the medicine bottle from Linglong with both hands, took off his hat, and bowed to Linglong again.

However, before he could bend his waist, he heard Linglong's cold voice with a hint of disgust.

"There will be less such courtesy in the future."

Zi'an, who was standing next to Linglong, saw Ping'an's face, his pupils trembled, and then he was frightened by his pale complexion.

Zi'an nervously grabbed Linglong's arm and said urgently, "Sister, please help my brother."

Linglong held Zi'an's hand, but before she could speak, Ping'an's gentle voice rang out: "Brother-in-law, this pill that my sister gave me can cure it."

Ping An said as he shook the bottle of medicine in his hand.

"Okay, Fanyou, you've been traveling a lot. If you have anything to say, we can talk about it after we rest." Linglong took Zi'an's hand and said as they walked, "Come on, take the young master down to rest."

Ping'an lowered his head slightly and stepped aside to let Linglong and Zi'an go first.

"Yes, sister."

A dark shadow appeared in the darkness and stood behind Ping An.

"Young Master, please follow me."

Ping'an didn't move. Looking at Zi'an and Linglong's backs, Ping'an pursed his lips. Sister really liked her brother-in-law, but he couldn't calculate the day of the catastrophe.

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In the private room, Linglong pushed the cakes in front of her towards Zian: "Anan, do you have anything to ask me?"

Zi'an's eyes flickered slightly: "Sister, are you from Dongyun Yunxiao Palace?" He lowered his eyes, picked up a piece of cake and put it in his mouth, but the hand hidden in his sleeve was trembling slightly.

The surname Mu is only known as Dongyun. He had seen his sister's birth certificate but had never dared to ask.

If the sister's identity was not simple, then there would be a reason why Dongyun would go into battle after Wang Linglong got into trouble in the dream.

Linglong poured a cup of tea and pushed it to Zi'an's hand.

"As a father, yes."

Zi'an nodded and lowered his eyes. Now he could understand why in his dream, the god-like Lord Sizhu of Dongyun Kingdom had such a great grudge against Nanling and the Prime Minister's Mansion.

Sensing Zi'an's uneasiness, she looked at the Soul-Calming Orb that he was stroking, reached out and pulled it into her arms, and asked, "What are you thinking about, An'an?"

Zi'an knew Linglong's sensitivity, and tried hard to control his body from shaking. He raised his head and pecked Linglong on the lips: "Sister, we won't go back to Zhongzhou for the time being. I want to go back to Lingdu."

He wanted to say that he would go alone, not wanting his sister to be tainted by those filth. But he couldn't say it out loud, because if he said it, his heart would ache, and his sister would definitely be hurt.

In fact, from these few injuries, he could vaguely sense that once he was injured, his sister's breathing would become unstable.

Although he didn't know the reason, what Baihu and Fanyou said made him doubt it.

"Okay." He agreed without any hesitation, which made Zi'an's eyes red again.

Afraid that Linglong would see it, he laid his head on Linglong's shoulder and said, "Sister, can you be a little gentler to An An?"

If I hadn't left in the dream, Wang Linglong wouldn't have become seriously ill and had no one to take care of her, and would have died early.

Thinking this way, Zi'an hated the Prime Minister's Mansion even more.

There was a flow of ink in his eyes, and the light from the soul-calming bead in his hand disappeared.

Ta... crackle...

The sound of beads rolling to the ground was heard.

Youxue, who was coiled around Zi'an's wrist, was shocked. She crawled out of Zi'an's sleeve and came to the handle of the chair. She raised her snake head and looked at the scene in front of her.

"Master, the master husband has a demon in his heart."

Zi'an stared at the beads in his hand, panicking, and looked up, "Sister, what happened?"

This thing was something he always kept in his hand, so it must be very important. Now he broke it.

Facing Zi'an's panicked almond eyes, Linglong raised her head and rubbed the top of Zi'an's head, and said softly: "It's okay, the rope is old, just change it."

After saying that, he picked up the black bead in Zi'an's hand and moved closer, "An'an, look, the bead is not damaged."

Zi'an's flustered mood slowly calmed down after hearing these words.

She stepped out of Linglong's arms, stood up, and took the beads from Linglong's hand: "I'll change a rope for my sister."

Linglong nodded and picked up the beads: "Okay, then I'll trouble An'an."

In the mind: "Inner demon?"

Youxue crawled on the table and turned around anxiously: "Although the Soul-Calming Pearl can calm the soul and brighten the mind, it will lose its effect once it is contaminated by evil spirits."

Although the Soul-Calming Orb has little effect on its master, it is still useful. Now that it is broken, what should I do?

Linglong, whose soul was connected to Youxue's, sensed her uneasiness and consoled her consciously: "It's okay. The Soul-Calming Orb has no effect on me."

Youxue, who was spinning in circles, just stopped and the whole snake became wilted.

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