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

Linglong's eyes moved slightly, and she reached out to take the ceramic bowl handed to her by Zi'an, and asked, "Is the medicine box that grandma used before still there?"

Zi'an nodded: "Yes, Sister Linglong."

"Then please, Zi'an, bring it to me."

It was a very normal sentence, but she didn't expect the boy to react so strongly.

There was a "thump" and the sound of flesh hitting the ground was heard.

Linglong raised her eyes and saw that the young man was already kneeling on the ground beside the bed.

She looked up at herself with red eyes, and her voice was choked with panic: "Sister Linglong, are you going to chase me away?"

There has never been a woman in Nanling Kingdom who would speak to slaves so politely.

They were noble, and even if they were royal men, they would be criticized if they had bad character, not to mention that he was a slave.

exquisite……

When was she going to chase her away? Moreover, his eyes fell on Zi'an's kneeling knees.

Although, she came from the end of the world and was used to the power of strength, she still couldn't stand the habit of kneeling down at the slightest disagreement.

Looking at the boy with dim eyes.

Linglong didn't show any mercy. She took a sip of porridge and asked, "Then why do you want to stay here?"

Not beside her, but here.

Linglong was planning to leave here. She needed to find a quiet place, build her own power, and investigate the matter of this body.

Moreover, judging from the boy’s various behaviors, it can be said that this person’s identity is not simple.

She had to ask clearly about this, she really didn't like trouble.

His eyes fell on the boy's kneeling knees again. Since his bones were weak, he would just go back on his knees.

Zi'an, who heard the hidden meaning in Linglong's words, turned pale for a moment, but still replied respectfully: "Because, my life was saved by Grandma! Another thing is that I am a slave bought by Grandma to take care of you. The above two points are the reasons why I respect you as my master, and I will not leave your side."

He was telling the truth. If Grandma Wang had not bought him at the livestock market a month ago and saved him when he was seriously ill, he would have been dead.

If nothing else, just for the life-saving grace, he should stay with Linglong, no matter what she wants him to do.

Hearing the boy's change of address, Linglong subconsciously turned the knuckle of her index finger holding the bowl.

When you can only touch the joints, come back to your senses.

What the boy meant was that, first of all, it was the old lady who saved him, so he should repay the favor!

Second, he was a slave bought by Grandma.

According to the law of female supremacy, slaves are the private property of their masters and cannot leave their masters without their masters' orders.

But the master? Haha, even in the end times, she still has to be on guard against the subordinates who have been through thick and thin with her.

How could she, who didn't trust anyone, trust a young boy with unknown origins? !

After thinking about it, she picked up the rice porridge and started drinking it. She was indeed a little hungry.

The effect of the powder was quite good. Even if she didn't use the golden needles to suppress the poison, she could just endure the pain in her internal organs.

After sending the boy away, she will suppress the poison and watch the space.

Not hearing Linglong's response, Zi'an looked up at Linglong.

She drank the porridge very quickly but without losing any elegance.

Seeing this, he lowered his head and thought about his future life. If Linglong wanted him to leave, where could he go?

Linglong now understood why the boy was so frightened. It turned out to be because she had said the word "trouble".

For a slave, if these two words were heard by outsiders, it would definitely be considered a crime of bullying the master.

She had collected these from her memory.

Recalling this, Linglong raised the bowl and pulled her lip while drinking the porridge. It was really a feudal society, a troubled time.

Putting down the bowl, he looked at Zi'an who was kneeling obediently, and said indifferently: "You remember all this clearly. Then do you remember that grandma said that you are not allowed to regard yourself as a slave in this family?"

When Zi'an heard this, his expression suddenly changed and he looked up at Linglong.

He couldn't help but recall the harshest words Grandma Wang said when she brought him back here.

'I don't care who you are. There are no slaves or masters here. You have only one identity, that is, Linglong's distant cousin. You, remember this.'

Grandma Wang, who said this, was very serious. If he had said the wrong thing at that time, he would definitely have died quietly.

After thinking about it, he bowed his head and replied respectfully: "I remember."

Seeing the boy's appearance, Linglong, who was half full, also became interested in chatting with him.

"So, what are you doing now?"

Hearing the danger in Linglong's words, Zi'an stood up abruptly.

But because he had not rested well in the past two days, he felt dizzy and swayed for a moment. Then he staggered backward and tripped over a stool.

Ah...a cry of surprise rang out.

Linglong's expression did not change at all when she saw this, but her actions were faster than her thinking. She actually leaned over and quickly grabbed Zi'an's outstretched hand.

The feeling of weightlessness came over her, and the words "it's over" flashed through Linglong's mind.

Bang... It's the sound of flesh touching the ground.

Bang, crack... that's the sound of a ceramic bowl breaking.

The air is slightly stagnant.

Linglong supported her body with her elbows to avoid crushing the person underneath her.

But the touch on her lips made Linglong want to run away.

What are her habits?

Why did she attack instinctively? And why did she pull someone with such a body?

The stinging pain in her elbow brought Linglong back to her senses. She quickly changed her movements, placed her hands on both sides of the boy, used all her strength to hold onto the legs of the long table, used the force to stand up, and leaned weakly against the long table.

He lowered his eyes and looked at the boy lying on the ground, his face flushed and his eyes wide open. He had to ask, "Zi'an, are you okay?"

Did he fall and become stupid?

The cold voice ringing in his ears brought Zi'an back to his senses. He then looked away and didn't dare to look at Linglong.

His voice was filled with guilt: "Ling, Sister Linglong, I'm fine." After that, he swiftly got up and ran out in embarrassment.

Looking at the young man's back, Linglong was silent. She tilted her head to look at the window beside her and raised her hand to open it.

The morning breeze blows on my face, bringing with it a hint of moisture from the morning light.

It turns out that this is not a dream, Grandpa. Since the jade pendant space is still there, are you here too?

Listening to the footsteps approaching from afar, Linglong did not look back.

"Sister Linglong, this is grandma's medicine box."

After hearing this, Linglong looked at Zi'an, and when she saw that his thin little face was still slightly blushing, she spoke.

"Zi'an, will your identity cause me trouble?"

Hearing this, Zi'an subconsciously tightened the straps in his hand. It turned out that Linglong had already noticed that something was wrong with him.

But will his identity bring trouble to Linglong? No, he will not let such a thing happen.

After thinking about it, he raised his eyes and said firmly, "No."

There was still no emotion visible on her exquisite and indifferent face, but her amber eyes seemed to be able to see through people's hearts.