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Water splashed and a red light suddenly appeared. The dark red Emperor Phoenix Sword broke through the water, circled around Linglong in mid-air, and then rushed straight towards Linglong.

This was the scene that Zi'an and Ping'an saw when they walked through the archway.

Zi'an's pupils shrank and his heart skipped a beat. He wanted to shout, but he held back for fear of disturbing Linglong. He gathered his spiritual power and rushed towards Linglong.

In mid-air, the Emperor Phoenix Sword returned to Linglong's body. Because of the pull of the heart knot, she felt a sudden pain in her heart and a fishy and sweet taste in her throat.

Sensing the familiar breath behind her, Linglong suppressed the fishy sweetness in her mouth and mobilized her internal energy to regulate herself.

When the person approached, he turned around, grabbed the person's waist, and landed in the pavilion.

"Miss me?"

The steady and gentle question from above his head calmed Zi'an's nervous and panicked heartbeat a lot.

Thinking of the sword just now, Zi'an said nothing, stepped out of Linglong's arms, pulled off the veil, and looked Linglong up and down.

"Sister, are you okay?"

Looking at Zi'an's delicate little face, which turned pale because of worrying about her.

His heart softened, he reached out and held the person in his arms, and said softly: "I'm fine, what you saw was my weapon."

As he spoke, the Emperor Phoenix Sword appeared again in the empty hand: "It won't hurt me, don't worry." He then held Zi'an's fair and tender hand and put the sword in his hand.

Ping An, who came later, saw Linglong's strange expression and became worried. He wanted to go forward and ask, but was stopped by Linglong's raised eyes.

Zi'an looked at the long sword in his hand, which he had never seen before but was very beautiful, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

He returned the sword to Linglong and said, "Please keep it, sister."

Linglong put away the sword, and before she could say anything, three fingers appeared on her wrist.

"Sister, your breathing is unstable."

Linglong, who wanted to hide it, chuckled when she heard it and held Zian's hand: "My Anan is getting more and more powerful."

He led the person to the table and sat him down, then looked at Ping An who was approaching and said, "Sit down."

Looking at Linglong who refused to check his pulse, Zian called out urgently, "Sister!"

Linglong looked at Zi'an, whose face was turning red with amusement, and reached out to pinch his chubby cheeks.

"I'm fine, I just didn't get enough rest. If you don't believe me, sit down and take your time."

As he spoke, his hand had already reached in front of Zian.

Zi'an didn't hesitate and placed his fingers on Linglong's pulse.

Linglong's health cannot be delayed, and the most important thing is that the idea in her heart was confirmed by him.

As long as she feels unwell, Linglong's internal breath will be unstable.

Linglong rested her elbows on the stone table, with her index finger half-bent and resting on her forehead, looking at the young man who was taking her pulse with a serious face.

Ping An stayed quietly aside, but his eyes were fixed on Linglong.

There's something wrong with my sister's aura, and that can't be detected by taking her pulse or using spiritual power.

After a cup of tea, Zi'an changed his pulse-taking hand to interlocking his fingers, lowered his eyes, and said with trembling eyelashes, "Sister, An'an can't figure it out. Is An'an too stupid?"

Beneath the eyelashes, the eyes are dark and thick.

He couldn't figure out what was wrong with Linglong. What did Linglong do to herself?

Listening to Zi'an's aggrieved words, Linglong turned sideways and hooked Zi'an's chin with her fingers.

Facing Zi'an's eyes full of grievance, the corners of her lips curled up: "Then An'an has to study hard."

Zi'an froze. He had never expected that Linglong would not follow his words in a normal way.

Shouldn't the normal thing be to coax him and tell him what happened to her?

"Ha ha……"

Ping An, who was standing by, couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Zi'an blushed and threw himself into Linglong's arms embarrassedly.

Linglong glanced at Ping An.

Ping An put away his smile and showed a gentle expression. He stood up and bowed in the direction of Linglong and Zi'an.

"Sister, brother-in-law, I'll go down and make arrangements."

Only in front of her brother-in-law does my sister seem to have any feelings.

Linglong nodded and looked away. There was not much change in her expression, but the ease revealed between her brows showed that she was very happy at the moment.

After Ping An left, Linglong gently stroked the boy's back and asked, "Have you packed my things?"

Zi'an, who was originally embarrassed, changed his expression while lying in Linglong's arms after hearing what she said.

Try to suppress your emotions and don't let your emotions fluctuate too much.

He nodded and said in a muffled voice, "It has been put away."

She put the beads in her hand on Linglong's wrist and said reluctantly, "Sister, remember to think of An'an."

Linglong was not unaware of Zian's restraint and sighed, "Would you like to come back to Dongyun with me?"

She was also reluctant to let go. If that was the case, why should she let herself suffer from the pain of missing him?

Zi'an sniffed at his red nose, shook his head, and said in a soft and serious voice: "No, An'an doesn't want to get hurt by the momentary pleasure! For the future, a short separation is for a better reunion in the future."

Linglong softened her heart and lowered her head to kiss Zi'an's slightly cold lips.

"Okay, listen to Guai An."

Forget it, since Guai An has mentioned it, she will spoil him.

He rubbed the top of Zi'an's head and said, "It's just that my An'an needs to protect himself and not get hurt."

Zi'an's eyes were sore. He put his arms around Linglong's neck, leaned close to Linglong's ear, and whispered seductively, "Want me, my wife."

Linglong's eyes darkened slightly, and her voice was slightly hoarse, "Okay."

After he finished speaking, he picked up Zi'an by the waist and jumped towards the bamboo garden.

The moment Linglong stepped into the room, Zi'an put aside his shyness and tried every way to please Linglong.

The reluctance inside turned into beautiful gasps and sobs.

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Jiyang Mansion.

In the reception room, Wen Ying sat in the main seat, a cup of fragrant tea at her lips to hide her sarcasm.

The woman on the left, looking at Wen Ying's indifferent expression, asked anxiously, "Wen Prefecture, who is the owner behind Anlongzhai in Qingshan Town? Why can't we move?"

Then another woman's voice came out: "Yes! Could this person be a spy from another country, trying to disturb the people of Nanling!"

Wen Ying smiled gently, stood up, and asked warmly: "Is this true? I have never heard of it. Let me ask my son."

He straightened his clothes and bowed: "You gentlemen have come from afar, and I should do my best to be a good host. However, the Nanyi Royal Guards are escorting the Princess Zhengjun back to Lingdu, and will arrive in Jiyang soon, so I will not stay any longer."

This is both a way to drive people away and a reminder and warning.

Upon hearing this, the faces of the county magistrates from all over the country changed.

The princess who was training outside was actually nearby! This made them dare not act rashly even though they wanted to do something.

The woman who spoke first bowed to Wen Ying and said, "I am sorry to bother you. Please leave."

Wen Ying said nothing more, and called out to the outside: "Come here, send the adults off."

After the study returned to silence, Wen Ying's expression faded and she said calmly, "Go follow them."

A voice came from the darkness, "Yes."

"Mother, guess who sent it?"

Gentle words were spoken as a tall woman slowly emerged from behind the screen.

Wen Ying turned to look at her daughter and said in a serious tone, "No matter who you are, your mission this time is very important."

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