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

Zi'an took the rice paper from Linglong and said, "Okay."

Seeing Zi'an's obedient and gentle appearance, Linglong's heart softened even more. She put her hand through the boy's knees, steadied the boy's slender waist with one hand, and with a slight force, she picked him up and put him on the chair where she was sitting.

She lowered her eyes and looked into Zi'an's clear eyes which were filled with light. Linglong reached out her hand and gently stroked his cheek with her thumb.

"Just stay here and look at the map. Don't run around barefoot."

Zian nodded and shook his bare feet: "Okay, sister."

Linglong raised her lips slightly, turned and walked out, and when she passed by the warm yellow gauze curtain, she raised her hand and put it down.

Zi'an followed Linglong with a gaze full of love!

Linglong smiled at him again, and the curve of her lips seemed to bend into his heart, making him feel tingling and numb.

It was not until the curtain fell that Zi'an reluctantly withdrew his gaze.

His eyes fell back on the rolled rice paper in his hand. He opened it carefully, and a scent of ink wafted to his face, followed by unruly handwriting and a detailed map.

As his fingertips slid across the rows of familiar yet unfamiliar handwriting, Zi'an suddenly understood what Linglong had said, "She is Wang Linglong, but also not Wang Linglong."

Linglong's handwriting has not changed, but the handwriting Linglong wrote before lacks soul!

"Subordinate, I pay my respects to the Palace Master."

The man's worshipping voice interrupted Zian's thoughts. He put down the drawing in his hand, closed his eyes and listened quietly to the movement outside.

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Linglong raised the teacup, lowered her eyes and took a sip of the tea in the cup.

"Get up." He put down the teacup and raised his eyes, "Call her in."

Chen Bei stood up and bowed respectfully: "Yes, master." He took a few steps back, turned around and opened the door.

Looking at the men kneeling on the ground, he said, "Come in."

"Yes."

Several people walked into the hall in an orderly manner and knelt silently. Their eyes were still on the ground, and they did not look around.

Linglong leaned on the soft couch behind her, rubbing her fingertips on her knuckles, and glanced at the four cleaned-up men with an indifferent look.

His eyes were fixed on Chen Bei, who was bowing his head, "Have you explained the palace rules?"

Chen Bei walked towards the person at the top, lowered his eyes and bowed, "Master, I have spoken."

"Well, from now on, the master of the four of you will only be the master behind the curtain. Just listen to what others say."

"Yes, Palace Master." The four responded respectfully.

Linglong said nothing about the four people's changed names. She took out two porcelain bottles, one tall and one short, from the space with the help of her wide sleeves and threw them to Chen Bei.

As the sound of breaking wind sounded, the cold words in the hall struck everyone's heart.

"Short bottle, detoxify cardamom. Tall bottle, replace cardamom with Zhenxin pill."

Chen Bei raised his hand to catch the medicine bottle, glanced at the tall porcelain bottle, opened the stopper, poured out a red pill, and put it into his mouth without hesitation.

Then he bowed his head and said respectfully: "Yes, Master."

Linglong was not surprised by Chen Bei's actions.

His eyes fell on the people kneeling on the ground, "My Lord is hungry, go down and prepare a meal."

"Yes, Palace Master." Although the voice rang out, the few people still did not move.

A look of satisfaction flashed across Linglong's indifferent face, and then the curtain was opened.

When she turned her head, she saw the young man wearing a face scarf, walking out from behind the curtain, holding the wooden box that Chen Bei had given her.

"elder sister."

"Yeah." Linglong sat up straight and stretched out her hand: "Come here."

Zi'an curved his eyebrows, quickened his pace and walked towards Linglong.

When the two hands touched, Zi'an once again saw the tenderness in her delicate eyes.

He pulled the boy to sit next to him and took the wooden box from his hand.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Zi'an shook his head and said slowly: "I think my sister will need this thing."

Chen Bei, who was more than ten steps away from Linglong, heard it clearly this time.

It’s not that the master doesn’t like others approaching her, but she depends on who approaches her.

Seeing the boy pointing at the box in her hand, Linglong nodded: "Thank you..."

Before he could finish his sentence, a finger was placed on his lips.

"Sister, don't be polite to Zi'an."

Looking at the young man approaching, the coldness in her delicate eyebrows dissipated a lot.

This naughty and arrogant look really shows the nature of a young boy.

She opened her red lips slightly and whispered, "Okay."

The warmth from his palm flowed straight to his heart. Zi'an, with his cheeks burning, slowly withdrew his hand and looked at the four people kneeling on the ground.

"You guys, get down!"

"Yes, master." The four people kneeling on the ground responded and moved.

Looking at the young man giving orders, it is engraved in his bones, the grace and elegance that only aristocratic families can have.

It seems like it was another conspiracy that harmed the young boy like this.

He handed the wooden box to Chen Bei and said calmly, "Your plan is good, but there are a few shortcomings. I have corrected them."

There was a familiar sound of breaking wind. Chen Bei raised his hand and skillfully caught the wooden box. His master's cold words rang in his ears again: "Inside the building, I'm looking for a few servants. The beds in the palace need to be replaced, and carpets need to be laid on the floor of the bedroom. There are things in the treasure house."

He leaned back subconsciously, and his fingertips began to stroke his joints. "We'll go to Ji Yang Mansion in a quarter of an hour."

Chen Bei remembered what his master said in his mind. After making sure that his master had nothing to order, he bowed respectfully and replied, "Yes, master."

He took a few steps back, turned around and left the bedroom, and carefully closed the door.

When there were only two people left in the hall, Zi'an stood up with increasing courage, sat directly in front of Linglong's soft couch, leaned over, and put his arms around the woman's waist.

She said softly, "Sister, you must come back early."

Apart from holding the boy's waist with her hands, Linglong's other movements remained unchanged.

He lowered his eyes to look at the person in his arms and said lazily: "If you want me to come back earlier, An An has to be obedient."

Judging from the boy’s past experience of being disobedient, she believed that as soon as she left, the boy would test her bottom line again.

He clearly felt the person in his arms suddenly pause, and a smile flashed in his eyes.

Zi'an raised his head and looked at the woman aggrievedly.

"Sister, you have become bad."

Linglong moved, raised her hand, and lifted the boy's chin with her fingertips.

A tender look appeared on Qing Jue's face: "Don't like it?"

Seeing such a delicate girl, Zi'an was stunned for a moment, then his ears felt hot. He raised his hands to hook the girl's neck, moved closer, and kissed the person in front of him passionately.

Linglong did not refuse. She closed her eyes and allowed the man in her arms to do whatever he wanted. But when the young man's hand reached out for her silk ribbon, she opened her eyes, her mind clear.

He raised his hand and pinched the back of the boy's neck. This action brought the dazed Zi'an back to his senses.

Facing Zi'an's watery almond eyes, Linglong still couldn't help but blame him. She loosened her hand that was holding the boy's neck and stroked it gently instead.

"Your body now belongs not only to you, if I find out that you don't take good care of it."

Linglong leaned close to the boy's ear and continued, "Lock him in a small dark room."

Zi'an slowly came to his senses and heard Linglong's cold words, and unexpectedly heard an evil charm in them.

Zi An felt itchy and leaned his head against the delicate and exposed collarbone, rubbed it and nodded, and responded softly: "Okay, sister~"