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

From the first day Ming Si came to his side, he knew that Ming Si was a person who was obsessed with beautiful things and people.

When Ming Si heard Zi'an's words, he subconsciously raised his hand and touched the corner of his lips.

Hey, dry it.

By the time I reacted, Zi'an had already tied his hair.

Thinking about how he had been so infatuated with his master and asked him to tie his hair himself, Ming Si felt that he had made a mistake, a huge mistake.

Zi'an stood up, walked past Ming Si, whose expression changed several times, and walked out. But when he saw the soft couch in front of the window, his brown pupils shrank, and he walked quickly to the couch.

He walked too hastily and tripped over the soft carpet, stumbling.

"Be careful, my lord."

Ming Si stepped forward swiftly and supported Zi'an.

Zi'an turned his head and said thank you to Ming Si, then broke away from Ming Si's hand.

He thought Linglong didn't leave a letter for him.

Looking at the letter pressed under the brocade box with intricate patterns on the desk, my nose began to feel sore again.

He still waited for Linglong to say goodbye to him.

With trembling hands, he picked up the letter and opened it carefully.

Looking at the familiar and unrestrained handwriting above, a tear finally fell.

The water stains quickly spread onto the paper, and Zi'an hurriedly took out a handkerchief and wiped it carefully.

She frowned her delicate brows, sniffed with a red nose, and resisted the urge to cry.

I smiled when I thought that this was written by Linglong.

His wife, even a letter left behind could stop his tears.

Wiping away the tears, looking at it greedily, she read the contents of the letter carefully.

My beloved Anqing:

Watch the sky in the morning and the clouds in the evening.

Thinking of you when you are walking, and thinking of you when you are sitting.

(From Tang Yin - A Cut Plum)

My dear, I am not by your side, but you are holding me. I hope you will take care of yourself and wait for me to come back!

The first letter, just a few simple words, is worth thousands of words.

Zi'an feels sour, sweet and warm in his heart.

He sniffed and carefully put away the first piece of letter paper. He opened the second one and looked at the densely packed arrangements on it, and Zi'an's forbearance collapsed.

"Woo..."

Ming Si, who had gone out and returned with the medicine, heard the crying and his hands trembled, almost spilling the medicine.

He quickly stepped over the screen, and before he could say anything, several white shadows flashed past him.

Ming Si became alert and was about to draw his sword when the white shadow stopped at Zi'an's feet.

Oh, that's a fox as big as a dog.

He looked away and landed on Zi'an who was crying. He quickly stepped forward and asked worriedly, "Master, don't cry. What's wrong?"

Could it be that the master bullied the lord?

No!

Given the master's love for his lord, he would rather sacrifice his life than his lord. How could he possibly bully his lord?

It must be someone else. If he finds out who it is, he will be thrown into the cliff prison.

Ping An, who had rushed over after receiving a notification from the secret guard, heard Zi An's suppressed sobbing in the outer room. He quickened his pace and entered the inner room.

At first glance, she saw Zi'an sitting on the couch, hugging her and crying.

It's not the heart-wrenching crying, but the suppressed sobbing is the most painful.

Ping An's heart tightened, he quickly stepped forward, took the tray from Ming Si's hand and put it on the table, and said solemnly: "Ming Si, guard outside."

Looking at the face in front of him that was exactly the same as his master's, Ming Si instinctively tensed his back and lowered his head, "Yes, Young Master."

His eyes fell on the foxes that were circling around anxiously. "You guys, stay in the dark. There can't be any mistakes around my brother-in-law."

The white fox closest to Zi'an looked at Ping'an, then at the still sad master husband, and finally his gaze fell on the white tiger lying next to Zi'an, and he gave orders neatly.

"Yogu——"

The foxes, who were originally impatient, suddenly calmed down and ran away in all directions.

Ping An came to Zi An and saw the letter in his arms. He half squatted down and looked directly into Zi An's washed almond eyes.

"Brother-in-law, cry out loud, okay?"

Looking at Zi'an like this, Ping'an felt sad and his eyes were wet.

He once resented his brother-in-law. If his brother-in-law had not existed, his sister would have been destined to be the best and respected by all people.

But when he saw that his lonely and arrogant elder sister became emotional because of her brother-in-law's every move, he knew he was wrong.

He had noticed his brother-in-law's depression and worry in the past few days, but he just didn't want others to see his vulnerability.

Even when my sister came back this time, my brother-in-law disguised himself, fearing that he would show his uneasiness in front of my sister and make her stay.

Zi'an looked at the person in front of him, at the face that looked very much like Linglong, and finally couldn't hold back, he reached out and hugged Ping'an and burst into tears.

"Woo-"

Ping An was surprised that Zi'an would do such a thing. He lost his balance for a moment and was knocked to the ground by Zi'an.

Up and down, luckily there was a soft carpet on the floor, otherwise both of them would have been injured.

I heard the soft peace even though he was crying loudly. I gently patted my brother-in-law's back and smiled helplessly while looking at the beam.

No wonder my elder sister dotes on her brother-in-law so much. Who wouldn’t like such a gentle brother-in-law?

If it weren't for his elder sister, he would have treated Zi'an as his younger brother and spoiled him.

At the same time, Linglong, who had already arrived at Nanling Beichuan, sat on a big tree with her legs bent, looking into the distance in the direction of Qingshan Town.

The corners of his lips were straightened, and in his hand he was stroking a green jade feather pendant.

Her Guai'an's heart aches so much because of her leaving.

The white fingertips touched the white jade longevity lock under the feather, and the fingertips slid across the word "Rong" engraved on it.

For a moment, she wanted to go back and take An An back to Dongyun.

But there is still no way to resolve An An's inner demons, and the catastrophe has not yet passed. If she stays with An An now, it will only harm him.

Youxue climbed onto the exquisite wristband and looked at the jade pendant in her hand. She recognized that it was the jade pendant that the master husband gave to the master when they were in love during the Jiyang period.

He retracted his gaze, raised his head, and looked at the owner whose lips were still pale.

The baby voice was worried: "Master, does it still hurt?"

I didn't expect that the backlash of this heart-shaped knot on its owner would be so severe. If the owner wasn't so powerful, he would have been seriously injured and unconscious.

"It's okay."

Linglong withdrew her gaze from the direction of Qingshan Town, hung the jade pendant around her neck and put it in her lapel.

Leaning against the tree trunk, closing his eyes and resting, he asked consciously: "Do we have to go to Dongyun to find out An An's inner demon?"

Youxue circled on the exquisite wristband, "Yes, Master. The extra hint of inheritance is like this."

The inheritance still uses hints, which is really helpless.

"Young Palace Master, we are about to leave, come down and have some food."

Kong Qi's clear and melodious voice came from below.

She half-raised her exquisite eyes, lowered her gaze to Kong Qi under the tree, and stared at him for a few breaths. She supported the tree trunk with her palms and landed lightly on the ground.

"Let's go." Linglong walked towards the shade.

Kong Qi followed Linglong and asked, "Little Palace Master, are you feeling unwell?"

He took the barbecue handed to him by his subordinate and handed it to Linglong who was sitting on the stone with both hands.

"The young palace master's breath is unstable..."

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