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

Linglong couldn't bear to watch it any longer. Yan Yan looked at her eagerly with a simple and honest face, and uttered four words from his rosy lips: "As you wish."

Yan Yan, holding the prince's handwritten edict, somehow got out of the city gate and looked up at the sky woodenly.

I didn't expect that their princess is of such a noble status.

However, in this case, the identity of Her Royal Highness the Princess' father is the former Palace Master of Yunxiao Palace. Not only did the Empress betray Her Royal Highness's father, but it is said that she also hurt His Royal Highness's father.

Oh my god, the empress is the head of a palace in a country, and she is marrying the prince of another country. What is the empress thinking...

Yan Yan felt a chill on her back the more she thought about it. She swallowed and shook her head violently. She didn't dare to think about it. She didn't dare to think about it. It was really a fight between gods, and they, the mortals, were suffering.

Linglong lowered her eyes to look at Yan Yan, who left in a panic under the tower, and said coldly: "South Second Imperial Guard, arrange for someone who can directly deal with officials to guard here."

A respectful voice came from the hidden place: "Your Highness, your Highness."

After finishing everything, she fiddled with the soul-calming bead in her hand with her delicate fingertips and looked up at the darkening sky.

My dear, wait for me.

That night, Ji Yang Mansion was brightly lit.

A large number of orderly guards escorted a luxurious gold-painted carriage from front and back and stopped in front of Ji Yang Mansion.

The person waiting in front of the mansion gate quickly walked down the stairs and came to the carriage.

Mu Nian, who had arrived at Ji Yang earlier, quickly stepped forward to open the curtain. However, before her fingertips touched the gold-embroidered curtain, a white hand came out from inside to open the curtain.

The sleeves with moon-white cloud patterns were covered with a white gauze hat. When Mu Nian saw the man's attire, he bowed his head and said respectfully, "Saint Son."

"Yeah." Ping An walked out of the car, turned around, bent down and stretched out his hand.

"Your Highness, we have arrived at Ji Yang Mansion."

A jade-like slender hand with a red sleeve with a beautiful edge pattern appeared in front of everyone.

Wen Ying, who had just walked down the stone steps, quickly took the lead in kneeling and paying respect.

"I, your humble servant and my family, come to pay respect to His Majesty, Your Majesty. May Your Majesty live a thousand years and a thousand thousand years."

Zi'an stood on the carriage, looking down at the people kneeling on the ground, his voice soft and harmless: "No need to be polite."

"Thank you, Your Highness."

Wen Ying stood up and lowered her eyes, not daring to look around, "Your Highness, Lord Saint, please follow me."

Zi'an, holding the white tiger in his arms, nodded slightly: "Sorry to bother you, Master Wen."

Wen Ying bowed and said, "Your Highness is too polite. Your Highness's presence makes my humble home more honored."

Following Wen Ying, Zi'an and Ping'an came to an elegant courtyard.

Wen Ying stopped in front of the archway and bowed to Ping An and Zi An: "Your Highness, Sir, I am unable to do so. My wife will take you in next."

Zi'an's gaze fell on the masked man following behind Wen Ying. He had a slender figure and a pair of bright eyes behind the mask.

This must be the master of the mansion that my sister saved.

This time, before Zi'an could speak, Ping'an's gentle voice came from under his hat: "Sorry to bother you, Lord."

Chen Yuanyuan's eyebrows curved slightly, and she turned sideways to salute, "Son of Heaven, your words are very sincere. Your Highness, please follow me, your husband."

After returning to the house, Ping'an sent Lord Ji Yang away, took off his hat, and quickly walked into the inner room.

Seeing Zi'an sitting on the couch, playing with an exquisite dagger, he asked, "Is my brother-in-law really not injured?"

Zi'an turned the dagger beautifully a few times and said softly, "Nothing."

With a thought, he put the dagger into his sea of ​​consciousness and looked up at the person approaching, "Brother, under what circumstances can one person's life be tied to another person's life?"

The white tiger coiled at Zi'an's feet raised its head and glanced at its master when it heard this.

Master, are you suspicious? Not bad? As expected of a man favored by the territory master, he was able to find the problem in such a short time.

What would the master do if he knew that the bond between the territory lord and the master was like a master-servant contract?

Just think about it, if the lord of the primitive realm recovers his true form one day and thinks of this, will he want to destroy this tiny particle of primitive time?

Ping An was a little confused after hearing this, but he didn't hide it: "Contractual relationship." He picked up the teapot on the table, poured two cups of tea, put one cup in front of Zi An, and sat down opposite Zi An: "Why do you ask this, brother-in-law?"

Zi'an paused as he was about to lift up the tea, and tightened his hand hidden in his sleeve. In order not to arouse Ping'an's suspicion, he quickly calmed down, lowered his eyes and lifted up the tea as if nothing had happened, and said casually: "I think it's a pity to kill those assassins like this, so I want to use them for my own use."

Ping An smiled and said, "That's easy. Just refine it into a puppet."

Zi'an paused while sipping tea, raised his almond-shaped eyes and looked at Ping'an with complicated eyes, he was indeed Linglong's biological brother.

dong dong...

"Lord."

Ming Si's voice came from outside the door, and Zi'an noticed that the foxes on the roof had also returned.

"Enter."

After saying this, Zi'an put down the teacup, leaned back, and rubbed his eyebrows tiredly.

Ping An put down the teacup and said worriedly, "Brother-in-law, if you are tired, stay in Ji Yang for two days before continuing your journey."

Zi'an shook his head, "Some people are already eager to die, how can I not agree?"

At this time, Ming Si came in carrying a tray.

"Master, Young Master, this is the sweet soup sent by Lord Ji Yang."

Ping An reached out to take it, picked up one of the bowls, stirred it, and leaned in to smell it.

Ming Si said nothing more when he saw this, and bowed his head to report: "My Lord, the interrogation has already revealed the truth. The assassins this time, in addition to the Illusion Pavilion in Zhongzhou, also include assassins from the Imperial City of Lingdu. All the evidence points to the Prime Minister's Mansion."

These words did not affect the two masters.

Ping An put the sweet soup in his hand next to Zi An, "Brother-in-law, have some."

Zi'an sniffed the aroma of food in the air and lost his appetite even more.

He waved his hand with a tired look on his face: "I have no appetite, brother, please use it."

After saying this, he half-closed his eyes and looked at Ming Si: "Go down and have a rest."

Ming Si bowed: "Yes, my lord."

Ping An saw that Zi An was really tired, so he put the sweet soup on the tray and stood up: "Brother-in-law, I'll ask someone to prepare some water. Brother-in-law, wash up and go to bed early."

Zian nodded lazily: "Yeah."

When the room quieted down, Zian raised his hand and a dagger appeared in his palm again.

The crescent dagger was no longer copper-colored, but silver all over. The handle was covered with soft white fur, and a transparent and dazzling spirit stone was inlaid on the end of the handle.

Looking at the dagger which was obviously more beautiful and exquisite than before, Zi'an felt a sour feeling in his nose.

My wife, you are so stupid!

With so much power and wealth, give him without hesitation and you won’t be afraid of spoiling him.

He put his hand on his chest. The contract reminded him of the drop of blood from his wife's heart when she detoxified him.

That was the time when his wife and he had a certain contract that she didn't want him to know about. In that case, he just played dumb and protected himself.

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The moon is slightly cool, the sun and the moon change.

Five days later, the team escorting Princess Zhengjun finally arrived at Lingdu.

Ping An looked at Zi'an, who had lost almost two sizes of weight, and handed a handkerchief to Zi'an, who was retching, with heartache.