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

The sound was neither too loud nor too soft, just loud enough for the boy to hear.

The indifferent voice brought her back to her senses. She clenched the cloth bag in her hand with her five fingers and responded with lowered eyes, "I'm here, Sister Linglong."

Seeing that the boy was not wearing a face mask, Linglong asked, "Why not bring a face mask?"

Zi'an lowered his eyes and said respectfully, "I am a slave, I am not qualified to wear a veil."

There was a hint of emotion in his tone.

exquisite……

Youxue was stunned for a moment, then said consciously: "Master, why do I feel like young Zi'an is angry with you?"

Since she wanted to distance herself from the boy, Linglong didn't say anything more about it.

He turned around and walked towards the foot of the mountain, and his mind sent a message: "Get rid of the feeling."

Youxue...

Looking at the slender, thin and stern figure, Zi'an pursed his lips and concealed the thoughts in his eyes.

He turned around, closed the gate, and then chased after Linglong.

Youxue poked her head out, looked at the direction Linglong was walking, and asked in confusion: "Master, aren't you going to the village entrance? Why are you walking towards the foot of the mountain?"

Linglong didn't stop: "Go this way, there is a small path that leads directly to the village entrance." This is what the old lady told herself in her free time.

After walking for a while, even though he had ignored the boy's steps, he still stopped after hearing a soft cry.

Youxue in the sleeve shook the snake's head and sighed silently, thinking that the master was really in trouble.

Because it needs to protect its master's safety at all times, its spiritual awareness will spread to the surroundings as long as the master is around.

So it saw clearly what the boy did just now, and it realized that he fell by himself.

Looking at the speed at which her master turned around and quickened his pace, Youxue silently closed her consciousness and transmitted the message.

It is also afraid that when its owner's emotions fully awaken, he will blame it for this.

Linglong came to the side of the boy who had fallen, half squatted down, looked at the boy covering his foot, and asked: "Did you sprain your ankle?"

Hearing Linglong's no longer distant tone, Zian's eyes reddened: "Sister Linglong, it hurts."

Linglong was stunned for a second after hearing this soft cry, and asked calmly: "Where does it hurt?"

Zi'an was almost distracted by Linglong's simple question and quickly lowered his eyes.

Then he boldly stretched out his hand and grasped the bony wrist of the woman in front of him.

Then, he slowly pulled it to his chest and said aggrievedly: "My heart hurts so much."

With this action, it can be said that he was gambling with his own life.

Reputation is equal to life. If Linglong abandons him and hates him, then he can die.

Looking at Zi'an's actions, if she still didn't understand that she was being fooled at this moment, then she would have lived two lives in vain.

But, even through the layers of gauze, she could still clearly see the boy's brown eyes with a humble and tentative look.

Seeing this, Linglong didn't say the words of blame in the end.

She easily broke free from the boy's hand, lowered her eyes, and moved her fingers to the boy's ankles to check.

After making sure that everything was alright, Linglong reached out and pulled it up.

He rebuked calmly, "Don't do these childish things in the future."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and walked forward, but his pace slowed down a little.

When Youxue's spiritual sense swept across the young boy's smiling eyes, she was silent for a moment and then sent a message: "Master, how about taking this young boy in?"

Linglong, who didn't react, subconsciously asked, "Collect?"

Youxue...

Has the master finally gotten the idea, or has he not?

"It means taking this young boy into your harem."

exquisite……

The total age of my two lives is almost forty-two. What am I thinking about?

"Don't talk nonsense, the boy is still young, he is at most a younger brother."

If they were the same age in two lifetimes, then they could be nephews.

Zi'an restrained his expression, looked at Linglong's back, and pursed his lips.

Although Linglong was indulging herself, this kind of indulgence was like an elder looking at the younger generation's playfulness.

Zi'an didn't have time to think too much. Seeing Linglong about to disappear, he quickly trotted after her.

When they were about to reach the village entrance, Linglong slowed down and her steady steps became frivolous.

Zi'an, who was following behind, saw this and his eyes flashed. He hurried forward and supported Linglong.

Linglong glanced at the young man, and when she met his nervous eyes, she finally said nothing and continued to let him support her.

Song Dong, who was waiting for someone, was really surprised when he saw the person coming. He subconsciously called out: "Ange, is this Ling Jieer next to you?"

Due to her long-term shouting, her shout instantly caused the two men and one woman who were chatting on the ox cart to stop talking and all turned their eyes to the village entrance.

After confirming that it was really Zi'an, one of the masked men raised his voice several notches higher.

"Ang'er, are you really going to the government office?"

Zi'an nodded to the person who was speaking without saying anything more.

Instead, she carefully helped Linglong to the front of the ox cart, looked up at Song Dong on the ox cart, smiled harmlessly, and said in a gentle voice: "Aunt Dong, Sister Linglong is going to the county town, please forgive me."

As he spoke, he took out four copper coins from his pocket and handed them to Song Dong.

Song Dong nodded and responded, "Okay, get in the car."

After he finished speaking, he took the copper coin, put it in his arms, and jumped off the ox cart.

The hearty and loud voice sounded again, "Ang'er, let me help Lingjie get on the ox cart."

Given Zi'an's small body, it would be a big deal if Wang Linglong fell down.

Linglong's eyes flashed slightly when she saw Song Dong's actions.

Seeing that she was coming to help him, he half lowered his head slowly and said in a weak voice: "Thank you, Aunt Song. Linglong can get on the ox cart. It won't be a problem."

Before Song Dong could say anything, Zi'an smiled at her gently, "Aunt Dong, don't look at me as thin, but I'm very strong, I can support Sister Linglong."

After saying this, as if to prove himself, he carefully supported Linglong and walked towards the back of the ox cart.

Linglong tilted her head and glanced at the young man, who was quite polite.

When they got to the ox cart, Linglong held onto the edge of the cart and with some skillful effort, Zi'an got on the cart without much effort.

Because there are differences between men and women, when riding in a ox cart, women sit on one side and men sit on the other.

This is how it is in the countryside. If you are a man from a wealthy family, you can only ride in a sedan chair or a carriage.

Looking at the weak Linglong, he knew she was pretending, but he was still very worried. After all, Linglong had just recovered, and he was afraid that her body could not bear the long-term bumpy ride.

Noticing Zi'an's gaze, Linglong looked up and nodded slightly to the young man who was still standing.

Seeing this, Zi'an came over and sat down opposite Linglong.

Seeing Zi'an sitting down, the man with his face covered could no longer hold back his words. He moved to the seat next to Zi'an and whispered, "Hey, Brother An, I'm talking to you, why are you so rude?"

Another man who moved over also whispered in agreement: "That's right, and why didn't your master bring you a face towel?"

Seeing the two people approaching, Zi'an subconsciously moved to the side and ignored their words.