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

Hearing this, Zian calmed down.

As long as his luck is there, he can become stronger with peace of mind. As long as he is careful, his wife will not be harmed.

However, he still had to resolve the variable of Mu Jun, the Lord of Zhongzhou, as soon as possible.

In the dream, from the time he had the accident until his death, he never saw Aunt Mu Jun, who seemed to love him.

However, with the information provided by his wife, he was sure that everything that happened to him in the dream was because of that woman Mu Jun.

It seems that he still has to meet Wang Le once.

After thinking about it, he said to Ping An, "Okay, brother, I understand! You've been tired all day, go and have a rest."

After saying that, he raised his hand and pinched his brows. The information he received today was too much and too shocking, so he had to sort it out.

Seeing Zi'an's tired look, Ping'an suppressed many doubts in his heart, stood up and stepped back, bowing: "Yes, brother-in-law should also rest early."

Zi'an stood up, his pale face showing his usual kind smile, and nodded, "Okay."

After he finished speaking, he opened his voice a little more to the outer hall: "Ming Si, see the Saint off."

Ming Si, who was guarding outside the door, turned around and pushed it open.

Ping An bowed to his brother-in-law who was about to see him off and said, "Brother-in-law, please stay."

Zi'an did not insist, and quietly watched Ping'an's back disappear before he withdrew his gaze. The warmth on his face was gone, replaced by coldness. He looked at the white tiger huddled in the corner with emotionless eyes.

"Le Feng, if you have anything else to say, say it all. I want every detail!"

The white tiger shook its body. The companion god mentioned the knot of love, and now there is also the little master who is about to disappear in the master's belly.

But can it say this? But the master's condition obviously cannot.

Zi'an, who had a soul contract, looked into the white tiger's red golden eyes and suddenly understood.

Without saying anything, he turned and went into the inner room.

Since he can't explain it, forget it. He needs to go to the dungeon now.

When the white tiger saw his master like this, he panicked and followed with his short legs.

"Master, listen to me. For the sake of the mistress, you can't be provoked anymore. Le Feng will talk to you about this in two days..."

Outside the Purple Palace, Ping An listened to the roar of the beast coming from the bedroom and shook his head helplessly. White Tiger, it's up to you from now on.

He doesn't know what's going on in his brother-in-law's belly yet, so he can't let his brother-in-law worry for the time being.

He walked out of the Purple Palace slowly, looking at the group of people kneeling from afar, and his eyes fell on the woman in the front. His eyes turned cold, he took out a veil to cover his face, and walked towards the woman.

"Ming Si, go back and take care of your brother-in-law."

Ming Si, who was one step behind, bowed and said, "Yes, young master."

He just stood up and made a gesture, and someone in the dark followed Ping An silently.

Ping An noticed it, but without saying anything, he walked towards the kneeling woman without stopping.

Forget it, let someone follow me, so that my brother-in-law can feel more at ease.

"Chang Xiangnu."

The elegant and pleasant voice rang in the ears of Chang Qinan who was in a trance.

Chang Qinan was stunned for a long time before she realized that someone was calling her. Enduring the pain in her body, she slowly raised her eyes.

The moon-white hem of the dress, the silver-threaded auspicious clouds glowed coldly in the moonlight, and a black jade pendant came into view. Chang Qinan murmured, "Saint Son's Order."

Ping An lowered his eyes, silently watching Chang Qinan's embarrassment, and said in a light tone: "Prime Minister Chang, the Crown Princess and the Crown Princess are together in accordance with the will of heaven, don't try to go against it."

The words were soft, but they were mixed with obvious murderous intent.

Ping An didn't stay any longer and walked away. When he was a distance away, he said, "Send someone to watch over the Prime Minister's Mansion. If anyone endangers my brother-in-law, kill him."

The treetops swayed slightly in the night wind, and an emotionless report came from the darkness.

"Yes, young master."

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The silence in the damp and gloomy dungeon was broken by the sound of footsteps.

In one of the cells, a disheveled man huddled in a corner heard the sound, raised his head and listened attentively.

Chacha——

When he was sure that it was the sound of footsteps, the man rolled and crawled, regardless of the constraints of his shackles, and rushed towards the prison door.

Swish——bang——

The man lost his balance and fell to the ground, but he seemed not to feel any pain and tried to get up.

As he was moving, he saw four white furry paws. The man was stunned for a moment and slowly raised his head.

A white 'big' fox beyond imagination came into view.

"Wang Le."

The soft voice broke the weirdness of the moment.

When Wang Le heard this voice that he hated and feared, he subconsciously shook his body and looked up at the source of the voice.

Not far away, a proud young man in a white cloak was sitting sideways on a carved chair, his chin supported by one hand and tapping the armrest with the other, looking at him lazily.

His aura of calmness and elegance made him jealous.

He growled angrily, "Rong Zian, how dare you lock this Saint Son up?"

"Hass——"

The white fox at the cell door let out a warning hiss.

Ming Si, who was hiding in the dark, frowned and walked forward, drew the soft sword at his waist, and slammed it on the wooden bars of the cell.

Boom boom——

"Shut up. How many lives do you have left to scare the Queen?"

What? Tai Nu Zheng Jun!

Wang Le had no time to be afraid. He stared with his eyes wide open, grabbed the wooden bars of the cell with both hands, and shouted in shock: "What is the Queen? Why don't I understand?"

Zi'an tapped his smooth chin with his fingertips and said in a gentle voice, "Xiao Si, bring him out."

"Yes, my lord."

Ming Si responded, took out the key and opened the cell door, then swiftly restrained the man close to Zi'an and kicked Wang Le in the knee.

thump--

"what……"

The pain in his knee made Wang Le scream.

Zi'an stood up, took out a handkerchief and put it under his hand, leaned over, pinched Wang Le's chin, and stopped his screams.

As he moved, the cloak moved slightly, revealing a piece of gold.

When Wang Le saw it, his pupils contracted rapidly and he stared at the Phoenix Gold Order.

The fear within is magnified.

Zi'an raised the corners of his lips, and his delicate eyebrows curved. Looking at Wang Le's terrified eyes, he said in a harmless and gentle voice: "Wang Le, I won't kill you because you are still useful. Don't wear out my patience."

Throwing away Wang Le's chin, throwing away the handkerchief, leaning back, he said, "Don't think that I won't touch you just because you are the Holy Son."

He lowered his eyes and raised his hand, looking at his white fingertips with pink in them, and said casually, "Since you followed someone else's orders and went to Qingshan Town secretly, your status as the Holy Son has been stripped away."

Wang Le widened his eyes, shook his head in self-deception, and said in a sharp voice: "Impossible, this is impossible."

Chang Miaoling, Feng Jun lied to him.

These two thoughts kept lingering in his mind, and Wang Le kept muttering as if he had lost his soul.

"Liar...liar..."

If Ming Si hadn’t held Wang Le, Wang Le would have collapsed to the ground.

Zi'an's lips curled up with mockery, and he asked lazily: "Wang Le, I want to ask you, in your so-called previous life, what happened after I died?" He paused for a moment, and then continued word by word: "I want you to explain everything in detail."

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