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

The laws and regulations of the front hall were changed, half of the officials were replaced, and men were allowed to serve as officials in the court.

"Master, the one in the dungeon wants to see you. She said she has news about the master to tell you."

Linglong lowered her eyes to look at the young man leaning on her legs reading a book and asked, "Do you want to see me?"

Zi'an looked up at Linglong, pursed his lips and nodded: "See you then."

When Mu Jun was brought here, he was still shocked when he saw her miserable appearance.

Mu Jun, who had lost his spiritual roots, was wilting like an old grass that had lost water.

His previously jet-black hair turned snow-white, his skin regained its wrinkles, and his stature became shorter as he became an ordinary person.

Mu Jun, who was thrown to the ground, raised her head with great effort, and saw the two people she despised the most in her life looking down at her from above.

At this moment she really wanted to laugh, and she did so.

"Hahaha……"

Linglong and Zi'an ignored her and continued with what they were doing. Linglong put the prepared milk tea in front of Zi'an and then looked at the woman on the ground.

At this time, Mu Jun had laughed enough, and he looked at Linglong and sneered: "It turns out that he is a child of the Mu family."

Zi'an's hand shook and the milk tea almost spilled on his hand. Fortunately, Linglong, who had been paying attention to him, held the cup steady, so he did not lose his composure.

Linglong took the cup from Zi'an and said without any emotion, "Are you here just to talk nonsense?"

Mu Jun choked, and then looked at Zi'an beside him with cloudy eyes: "Rong Zi'an, don't you want to know where your father went?"

Zi'an's body stiffened, his eyes were cold, he reached out and took Zi'an's hand, gently squeezed it to comfort him, and said in a calm voice: "Sinner Mu Jun, have you forgotten my last name?"

Mu Jun's face froze, as if he had been slapped in the face. Yes, just because she is the current Palace Master of Dongyun... Wait, that's not right, according to the spies, the current Palace Master is still Mu Yunyu... Then the Emperor!!

Thinking of this, she suddenly looked up at Linglong. When she first met her, she couldn't see through her cultivation level. Now that she was crippled, what else could she struggle for?

"I have nothing more to say. Torture me however you want!"

Linglong raised her hand, and Zian held her hand at this time: "Sister, let me say something to her."

Hearing this, Linglong withdrew her hand: "Okay."

After saying this, he continued to make tea with his head down.

Zi'an stood up and walked in front of Mu Jun, squatted down to her eye level and asked: "Aunt Mu, why did you plot against my father?"

This plain sentence made Mu Jun silent for a while, then he smiled sarcastically: "Why else? Of course it's for your luck, idiot."

Zi'an looked very calm. He nodded, stood up and looked at the secret guard: "Take him away."

Linglong then took the person into her arms: "Don't be sad, I will be with you in the future."

Zi'an shook his head. He was not sad. He just wanted to torture her in some way, but gave up when he thought of Linglong's methods.

He looked up and said, "Sister, it's almost time to send the Queen Mother off."

Linglong picked him up and said, "Well, let's go."

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Outside the capital, Linglong looked at Ji Lanhuang on horseback, paving the way for her with complicated feelings.

"Don't you want to stay for two more days?"

Ji Lanhuang smiled, and the whole person seemed to have unloaded a heavy burden, and felt warm and refreshing.

"No, just keep it. If you have any questions, just ask them."

She didn't know why, but she believed in this daughter who didn't grow up with her.

I believe that if I hand Nanling over to her, it will be more prosperous than if it were in her hands.

Ji Lanhuang handed Linglong a golden order engraved with the word "Phoenix".

Linglong realized that it was the golden order to mobilize the Twelve Royal Guards, but she did not take it in time, but looked at her quietly.

The journey was not peaceful. Kong Qi was going back to Dongyun under her own name, and the road would definitely not be safe. It would be very dangerous for her if she had no one to protect her.

Seeing this, Ji Lanhuang raised the corners of his lips into a spring breeze smile.

"I have secret guards around me, don't worry."

Linglong didn't say anything after hearing this. She reached out to take the token and handed her a black jade lotus token.

"Okay, you can keep this and you can acknowledge the owner by dropping blood on it."

Linglong did not explain, but looked at the emperor's carriage which was protected by the Dongyun guards not far away.

"I'm afraid this journey won't be peaceful, just take care of yourself."

Ji Lanhuang took the jade pendant and nodded: "Okay."

She stroked the cool and moist jade pendant with her fingertips, glanced at the elegant man standing next to the carriage not far away and said to Linglong: "Protect your son-in-law... and protect yourself."

When saying this, Ji Lanhuang's eyes showed reluctance. Linglong saw it and understood why she was like that.

I'm afraid this trip will take a long time, and I may never see you again.

Linglong nodded and bowed: "Yes, Queen Mother."

On the way back, Zi'an leaned on Linglong's arms and played with the tassel on the feather jade pendant on her waist: "Sister, Ming Si is from the hidden family in Zhongzhou, right?"

Linglong lowered her head while reading the letter and kissed Zian on the cheek: "Yes, he is the lost young master of the Zhongzhou Jun family."

Hearing this, Zi'an was still shocked. He didn't expect that Ming Si's identity was not simple.

But think about it, none of the people around my sister are simple.

Either she is a princess or the heir to the family.

Ten days later.

On the top floor of Fu Sheng Auction, Zi'an leaned on the railing and looked down.

A ivory-white satin robe hung loosely on her body, her black hair was loose, she looked comfortable and relaxed, elegant and lazy, extremely attractive.

If you ignore the spots on the skin, it is definitely a beautiful picture.

A pair of white hands wrapped around his slender waist, and a cool fragrance came over him.

Zi'an's casual expression was replaced by gentleness, and he leaned back lazily into the warm embrace.

"Master wife."

The voice was hoarse and lazy, with a hint of charm.

Linglong, who was only wearing a light purple suspender pleated skirt, hummed and put her hands on his waist and gently massaged it, "Are you tired?"

Zi'an shook his head: "Not tired." He took her hand and stroked her belly: "Wife, do you think there will be a baby here?"

Linglong lowered her eyes and looked at the young man's gentle and expectant expression. Her eyes were deep. She bent down and picked him up and walked into the inner room: "It seems that my little husband is not tired yet. His body just wants his wife to abstain from sex."

Hearing this, Zi'an shuddered and felt pain all over his body. He raised his hands to wrap around Linglong's neck and used the force to get closer to her, saying angrily, "Sister, Zi'an feels like something is going to happen."

If he doesn't beg for mercy, he might not be able to get out of bed for two days.

Linglong paused, her cheeks surprisingly feeling hot. What kind of vicious words were these?

Putting the person on the couch, Zi'an just happened to see that Linglong's cheeks were a little red, just like a little red on the cold snowy mountain, dazzling and stunning.

Linglong looked down at Zi'an's moist eyes, lowered her head and pecked his lips again, "Okay, I was just kidding you! You must be hungry, I made some cakes, try them."

As he said this, he handed him the plate on the small table.

Suddenly, a man knelt outside, "Master, the secret guards who followed the former Queen Nanling came to report that Ji Fei assassinated the Fourth Princess Ji Dan in her fiefdom. The two stabbed each other to death."