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

Linglong took the barbecue and shook her head: "No problem."

Kong Qi frowned, looking at the aloof young palace master, and finally said nothing and just stayed aside quietly.

Qingshan Town.

Ping An looked at Zi An who had recovered, at his red eyes and nose, and said loudly: "Ming Si, get someone to bring some hot water."

Zi'an looked at Ping'an who was lying on the couch opposite him and said apologetically, "Brother, I am sorry for my rudeness."

Thinking of the scene where he forgot his weak legs and threw someone down because he was seeking comfort, he wanted to crash into the table in front of him.

Seeing his brother-in-law's embarrassment, Ping An curled the corners of his lips and comforted him: "Brother-in-law didn't mean it. It must be my appearance that reminded him of my sister, so he lost his composure."

Her fingers touched the warm medicine bowl, and she raised it and handed it to Zi'an: "Brother-in-law, this is the medicine soup that my sister asked me to make. It will be good for your recovery! Drink it while it's hot."

Zi'an took the medicine bowl without hesitation, tilted his head back and drank the bitter medicine in a few gulps.

Seeing Zi'an not wasting time, Ping'an raised an eyebrow and handed him a sweet dried fruit.

"Isn't it bitter?"

Zi'an wrinkled his nose and shook his head: "Not bitter." He carefully folded the letter and put it into the space together with the brocade box on the table.

The medicine his wife prepared for him was bitter but not too strong.

Looking at his brother-in-law who was wrinkling his nose, Ping An laughed, "Okay, brother-in-law, you can have your meal now."

Zi'an got off the couch and waited until his body recovered a little before looking at Ping'an and saying, "Okay, brother, eat with me."

Ping An did not refuse, "Then I am bothering my brother-in-law."

Zi'an curved his eyes and said, "Brother, are you trying to be polite to me?"

Ping An, who obviously sensed the danger, looked at Zi An's proud face, curved his lips and bowed, "Brother, I dare not, and I will not."

The two of them stepped out from behind the screen, talking and laughing, and saw Ming Si carrying a basin in the corner.

After the master and the young master sat down, Ming Si came forward with the basin: "Master."

Ping An took the handkerchief beside the basin first, wet it and handed it to Zi An: "Brother-in-law, apply it to your eyes."

Zi'an took it and thanked him: "Thank you, brother."

Ping An was helpless, now it was a matter of who would be polite first.

Without joking with him, he began to prepare the meal. When he put down his chopsticks, he asked, "Brother-in-law, when are we leaving for Lingdu?"

Zi'an handed the towel to Ming Si and looked at Ping An: "Today."

Ping An nodded, as expected.

My sister has almost arranged everything for my brother-in-law.

In addition to the mausoleum, there is also the Prime Minister's Mansion.

I guess what my sister means is to let my brother-in-law do it himself.

No one spoke in the room for a while, only the sound of chopsticks colliding with porcelain could be heard from time to time.

It was not until Zi'an put down his chopsticks that Ming Si came in and reported: "My Lord, the Nanyi Imperial Guards have arrived."

Zian: "Well, go down and make arrangements."

Ming Si: "Yes, my lord."

Seeing that Ping'an also put down his chopsticks, Zi'an picked up the tea beside him, rinsed his mouth and stood up. His aura changed, and he no longer looked friendly. He looked at Ping'an with dignity and calmness.

"Let's go, our Lord."

Thinking of what Linglong said in the letter, let A-di be the Holy Son.

For some reason, he felt that this trip back to Lingdu would be extremely lively.

Seeing Zi'an like this, Ping'an nodded, then stood up and bowed slightly to Zi'an: "Yes, Your Highness Zhengjun."

After he finished speaking, he gestured towards the darkness.

A woman in black appeared, holding two exquisite white gauze hats in her hands.

Ping An took the hat and the woman in black disappeared.

Putting the hat embroidered with a phoenix pattern on Zi'an's head, Ping'an gently warned: "Brother-in-law, this journey is extremely dangerous. Brother-in-law, you must protect yourself and don't worry about anything else."

Seeing Ping An's genuine concern, Zi'an felt warm inside and raised his lips, revealing two little white canine teeth.

"Okay, so is my brother."

Ping An smiled helplessly, "Okay." He helped Zi An tidy up his clothes, stood up and took a few steps back, and his aura also changed.

It is pure and unworldly and cannot be desecrated.

The Saint in white stood aside, one hand behind his back, the other on his abdomen, and bent slightly: "Your Highness, please."

As Zi'an stepped out of the room, a flash of white rushed into his arms with such force that luckily he reacted quickly and steadied himself so as not to fall.

The white fingers grasped the white tiger's neck hair, lifted it up, and looked at the white tiger through the hat.

The white tiger stared blankly in Zi'an's direction. It was grabbed by the neck. This was the first time this happened to someone other than the territory master.

Thinking that this was his master, the white tiger blinked and did something he would never do.

Ruanruan howled a few times: "Ahhh..."

'Master, have you forgotten Le Feng?'

A sweet child's voice came into his mind. Zi'an pinched the white tiger's ears, held it in his arms, and walked out.

"I haven't forgotten. But next time you come at me like this, I'll tie you up with a rope."

If he got hurt, I couldn’t imagine what would happen to Linglong.

The white tiger's furry body stiffened, and Zi'an noticed it. His almond-shaped eyes curved and his slender fingertips penetrated the fur on the white tiger's back.

As Zi'an and Ping'an stepped out of the bookstore one after another, the sound of armor was heard, followed by the sound of worship.

"Greetings to the Crown Princess, may you live a thousand years, a thousand thousand years, and a thousand thousand years."

All the officers, soldiers, guards, and civilians around knelt on the ground. Two figures, one white and one red, stood on the stone steps.

Zi'an's eyes fell on the golden-topped phoenix carriage pulled by eight horses not far away. He understood Linglong's intention, and his eyes fell on the woman kneeling in the front, wearing a phoenix costume, and he opened his red lips slightly: "Stand up."

Ping An stood quietly by the side without saying a word, restraining all his breath and letting Zi An take control of the situation.

Nan Yi took the lead in expressing his gratitude: “Thank you, Zhengjun.”

"Your Highness, do you need a few servants to serve you?"

Nan Yi stood up and walked quickly to Zi'an, who was wearing a hat and the clothes of a princess, and asked with a bow.

Zi'an: "No need, my wife has already arranged it for me."

After saying this, Ming Si walked out of the bookstore with a few people.

"Yes, Your Highness." Nanzhi stood up and stepped aside, and happened to see Ming Si.

This man's inner aura was much calmer than when I first met him.

What did this person do in just a few days, and why did his martial arts improve so quickly?

His eyes fell on the men carrying bags behind Ming Si.

With light steps and without looking around, she came behind Zhengjun in an orderly manner.

Zi'an asked Ming Si: "Is everything arranged?"

Ming Si nodded, "Master, it's all arranged." He reached out to support Zi'an, leaned close to him and whispered, "Master, the two Shang merchants and Wang Da and Wang San have already arrived at the bookstore."

Zi'an nodded: "Yes." He turned to look at Ping'an: "The Holy Son is with me."

Ping An bowed slightly, "Yes, Your Highness Zhengjun."

A warm and pleasant voice came from under the cap.

Nan turned his head and looked at the man in white standing behind Zhengjun inquiringly.

This is the Holy Son that Her Royal Highness the Crown Princess obtained through her cultivation techniques.

It is indeed more interesting than that king or something like that.