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

Wen Shanchu walked slowly to Wen Ying's side and bowed to her.

"My daughter saved it."

Wen Ying's frown never relaxed as he sat down at the main seat: "Sit down, what does this princess want to do?"

The recent two days have seen such a big move that all the states and counties along the way have been cleaned up and warned. Recently, her Jiyang Mansion, which had not been raided by the Nanyi Imperial Guards, has become crowded with people.

Wen Shanchu, who was sitting down, coughed lightly and said gently, "No matter what Your Highness wants to do, it's all for Nanling!"

After hearing this, Wen Ying's frown relaxed, and she looked at her daughter who disliked power with some surprise.

Wen Shanchu felt his whole body go numb when he was stared at. He picked up the teapot beside him and stood up to pour a cup of tea for his mother.

"Mother, have some tea."

Wen Ying glanced at Wen Shanchu and said, "Hmm." He raised his teacup and took a sip, then said, "Do you think highly of this princess?"

When it comes to this, Wen Shanchu's eyes flash with admiration, and he praised honestly without any reservation: "With a stroke of the pen, he planned and planned, turned the world around, was wise and decisive..."

"Stop - I understand. Go down and prepare to welcome the Queen."

Wen Ying had a headache. She was afraid that if she didn't interrupt, her daughter would use all the ancient sayings in the world to describe the Crown Princess's power.

However, a man who can make his daughter willingly assist him must be a wise ruler.

In fact, she knew that if it weren't for her and her husband, her daughter would have wandered around the world long ago.

Wen Shanchu responded, "Yes, mother." Thinking of the high-profile behavior of the Princess, she looked at Wen Ying and said in a serious tone, "Mother, you must protect yourself and father when your daughter is not around."

Wen Ying smiled, "Go ahead. The Queen has left a secret guard by your side. Don't worry, just do your thing."

Wen Shanchu breathed a sigh of relief and bowed, "Yes, my daughter will take her leave."

The night was dark and windy, with clouds surrounding and the stars hidden.

Linglong came out of the bathroom carrying the exhausted and unconscious person, her steps slightly paused.

She raised her eyes and looked at the man in white kneeling under the eaves, then walked slowly into the room without stopping.

He laid the boy on the couch, gathered the quilt, and placed his palm on the boy's abdomen through the quilt. With a shock of spiritual energy, all the things that should not exist disappeared.

With her fingertips, she carefully traced the boy's delicate and beautiful eyebrows. She leaned over, placed a kiss on his forehead, and said softly, "Be good, wait for me to come back."

The person on the couch seemed to be extremely tired. He just rubbed Linglong's cheek instinctively and fell asleep again.

Her delicate eyebrows were filled with doting that could be as soft as water. She stood up, took a last deep look at the person on the couch, turned around, and the hem of her scarlet riding suit drew a cold arc in the air, and the layers of curtains were lowered.

He came to the beauty couch in the outer room, tapped the brocade box on the couch with his fingertips, lowered his eyes to look at the curled up white tiger at the foot of the couch, his eyebrows were cold, and he said in a light voice: "White Tiger, protect your master."

With a wave of his hand, a row of medicine bottles appeared on the table: "These are for you, to keep your fur smoother."

Without waiting for Baihu to react, he picked up the wristband on the corner of the table, put it on, buckled it, and walked out.

The white tiger, who was pretending to be dead, trembled when he heard this, and the wounds on his body, which had not yet healed, hurt even more.

I didn't expect that the unkind Lord of the Realm would be so biased after having a partner!

It's so cruel and unjust that it destroys divinity!

Linglong left the room and stood in the courtyard. She smelled the blood in the air, twirled the ring on her fingertips, and said in a cold voice: "Everyone in Lousha Palace, listen to my order. We swear to protect the Nanling Princess Zhengjun, Rong Zi'an, until our death."

As soon as these words were spoken, countless dark shadows appeared in the darkness, bowed their heads and saluted to show that they had received the order.

The symbolic rings on the fingers of the members of the Lousha Palace scattered around the place received the same instructions.

Linglong took out a black jade mask and put it on her face. Her beautiful face looked dangerous and mysterious in the half-covered part.

"Have you arranged everything for Ming Yi, Ming Si, and Ming Lu?"

The three men in black kneeling in the front responded in unison: "Palace Master, it has been arranged."

Linglong glanced at several people and could clearly feel that the people who entered Wanlong Tower this time had much stronger spiritual power.

He retracted his gaze and communicated with Youxue through his mind: "Xue'er, have you given the orders to the little foxes?"

Youxue, coiled on the red jade hairpin, moved her body and said, "Master, I have already notified you."

Linglong turned the white jade ring on her knuckles, and the men in black in the yard received the order and retreated into the darkness again in a well-trained manner.

The yard returned to silence, and Linglong's gaze fell on Kong Qi, who was kneeling on the ground with no sense of presence.

"Master, follow me."

With a hook of his fingertips, the soul-calming bead fell into Linglong's hand.

"Yes, little palace master." Kong Qi responded, and when he stood up, he saw the soul-calming bead in Linglong's hand out of the corner of his eye. His brown eyes trembled, and he pinched his palm with the fingertips under his wide sleeves to prevent himself from losing his composure.

The holy power on the Soul-Suppressing Orb was gone. What on earth had happened to the young palace master that caused the Soul-Suppressing Orb to break?

The Soul-Suppressing Orb is the fruit of the Soul-Suppressing Tree! The Soul-Suppressing Tree is a sacred tree that has been worshipped in the temple for thousands of years.

It blooms for a thousand years, bears thirty-seven fruits in a hundred years, and the fruits fall to the ground and turn into beads. Twenty-eight of them are black beads, and nine fall into the incense, which burns day and night and turns into red rock wood beads.

And this process requires a hundred years of incense offerings to make a string of soul-calming beads.

You have to know that the holy power of the Soul-Soothing Pearl, which has been worshipped for a thousand years, cannot be destroyed by the backlash of simple evil spirits!

It is impossible for the young palace master to be contaminated by evil spirits, so this thing must have been given to someone else by the young palace master.

Could this person be the young master?

Linglong strode out, and when she reached the back door, she stopped and looked at Kong Qi who had been silent the whole time: "I'm sorry for breaking your soul-soothing bead! What can I do to fix it? Or whatever you want, as long as I have it."

Kong Qi, who was two steps behind Linglong, heard the words, collected his thoughts and lowered his head: "Young Palace Master, you are too kind! The Soul-Suppressing Pearl was originally given to you, so it is your decision as to how to deal with it."

Linglong's heart moved. Is this, angry? !

As expected, Kong Qi didn't wait for her to speak, and continued, "But can I know who broke this soul-suppressing bead?"

"My husband."

After confirming his guess, Kong Qi looked solemn.

He couldn't see through the fate stars of the young palace master and the young master because of the calamity of the love moon.

The uneasiness in his heart grew larger, and the priest, who was able to communicate with heaven, was at a loss for the first time.

The corners of Linglong's eyes, which were covered by the mask, moved slightly, and she said calmly, "Don't worry."

Kong Qi reluctantly bowed slightly to Linglong: "Yes, little palace master."

Indeed, worrying now will only cause more trouble.

Linglong pushed open the back door, and the crackling sounds of burning torches, the rustling of clothes, the sound of people kneeling, and the snorting of horses could be heard.

"Subordinates, please come and see the young palace master."

Listening to the low voice of worship, Linglong stepped over the threshold and looked at the women kneeling on one knee in dark red tights. She glanced sideways and asked, "Are they all from Yunxiao Palace?"

Kong Qi stood behind Linglong and replied respectfully, "Yes, little palace master."

Linglong glanced at the yard behind her, retracted her gaze, and said calmly: "Let's go."