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

After hearing this, Song Yang stood up, rushed out from the corner, and ran towards Linglong while cursing: "You are a sickly person, and you dare to talk to your sister like this? I think you are tired of living."

Zi'an wanted to go forward, but Linglong pulled him behind him. Zi'an was stunned, and looked up blankly, looking at the thin figure in front of him, and he felt more at ease than ever before.

In this world, besides my father, the woman in front of me is the second person who protects me under her wings.

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Zi'an, who was startled back to his senses by the sharp voice, poked his head out from behind Linglong and looked at the woman kneeling in front of Linglong, whimpering in pain. He was confused for a moment.

How did Linglong hurt this person? She didn't move just now!

Seeing the other person's pale face covered with cold sweat, for some reason, he wanted to step forward and step on the other person's face twice more.

Because Linglong had her back to him, he missed her emotionless and bloodthirsty eyes.

When Song Yang, who was facing Linglong, saw this, he felt a chill in his legs and a foul smell spread out.

Linglong frowned slightly, and just as she was about to put an end to the other party by raising her hand, her ears moved slightly, and with a single hand, the two of them disappeared from the spot.

When Song Yang saw this scene, his pupils contracted violently, then his eyes rolled back and he fainted.

Zi'an, who was carried to a nearby roof by Linglong, pouted in disgust when he saw this.

Linglong's expression remained cold as she looked at the people approaching from a distance, then she jumped away holding the person in her arms.

The moment they landed, they were already standing in the yard.

Linglong let go of the person in her arms and looked down at the well-behaved boy, "It's getting dark, An An, wait for me at home."

Zi'an, who was thinking, came back to his senses when he heard this, "Sister, I want to go with you."

After a while, Linglong agreed after meeting the boy's stubborn brown eyes.

"Okay, go get your stuff."

Zi'an sighed softly and said, "Okay, sister."

After the boy ran away, Linglong began to think about the person who had just appeared.

Time passed slowly as Linglong turned the ring.

"Master, I'm back."

Linglong withdrew her thoughts and glanced sideways at the thatched roof, where an envelope was moving.

He tiptoed and the moment he landed, Youxue and a letter appeared in his hands.

Noticing that the boy was about to come out, Linglong put the letter into the space and sent a voice message: "Youxue, there is food left for you in the kitchen. We have to go out for a while."

Youxue, who was wrapped around Linglong's wrist, moved her snake body, "Okay, Master! I'll tell you the rest when you come back."

Linglong responded, and Zi'an also walked towards her with two bags of cakes and some eggs.

She took the thing from Zi'an's hand, naturally took his hand with her other hand, and walked out.

On the way, Zi'an asked: "Sister, why did you spare Song Yang's life?" He didn't believe that Linglong was kind-hearted and was afraid that others would find out that she had killed someone.

Linglong Qingyu: "I want to see what she wants to do?"

Zi'an was a little confused: "Aren't you afraid that she will say something wrong?"

Linglong glanced sideways, and looked at the person next to her with a slightly weird look in her eyes.

"An An, do you really not understand, or are you just confused?"

When Zi'an heard Linglong's puzzled question, he looked up at her and said, "Sister?"

Linglong raised her hand and pinched his round earlobe, saying, "I have just recovered from a serious illness. You are so weak that you can't take care of yourself. Who would believe it?"

Zi'an subconsciously replied, "Those who are interested will believe it."

Linglong looked at the boy calmly.

Zian...

He seemed to understand what Linglong's eyes meant. She was waiting for someone with a heart of his own.

Zi'an withdrew his gaze thoughtfully and looked into the distance. Only then did he realize that they were almost at Song Dong's house.

"Sister, how do you know about Song Dong's family?"

Only then did he realize that it was Linglong who led the way to Lu Shuang's house, and he didn't say a word.

Linglong glanced at the boy and said, "An An, have you forgotten that I know martial arts?"

Thinking of Linglong's profound internal strength, Zi'an nodded instinctively, but he felt something was wrong.

"Hey, who's in the front?"

Hearing the familiar loud voice, Zi'an looked up and saw Song Dong standing on the road carrying a basket, looking at them.

Zi'an was about to speak when his hand was pinched and Linglong's voice sounded in his ear.

"Aunt Song, it's me, Wang Linglong."

The light and distant words, even though not loud, were cold enough to make people shiver.

Song Dong looked at Wang Linglong who was walking towards her with a serious gaze. This girl from the Wang family is no ordinary girl.

As they were talking, Linglong and the other person also approached Song Dong.

Song Dong also saw Linglong clearly at this time. He looked at the two of them for a few times, and finally his eyes fell on their clasped hands and he raised his eyebrows.

Before Song Dong could speak, Linglong spoke first: "Aunt Song, are you going out?"

After taking a look at what Linglong was holding, Song Dong made a rough guess, shook his head, and said with a smile: "Look, Wang Le's family only has a seriously ill father at home, and Wang Le is in a coma!

My home is close to Wang Le's, so the village chief asked my family to deliver food to Wang Le's orphans and widows. It happened that my husband went back to his parents' home today. After I delivered the food, I came out and saw two of you in unfamiliar clothes coming to the door. "

After saying this, he looked at Linglong and said, "Come on, Sister Ling, come sit at my house for a while."

Linglong nodded, "Then I'm sorry to bother Aunt Song."

Song Dong walked towards his home, waving his hands: "Sister Ling is becoming more and more sophisticated. Don't be polite to us rough guys."

After entering the house, Song Dong welcomed the two to the main hall, dragged two stools in front of the table, and said to Linglong and Zi'an, "Don't mind the simplicity, sit down quickly."

As he spoke, he poured two bowls of warm water, added some sugar to them, and placed them in front of the two people.

Song Dong's house is a two-room house made of half adobe and half brick. I guess Song Dong's family lives a well-off life in Taohua Village.

Linglong put down the things in her hands and said to Song Dong: "Aunt Song, please don't bother. We came here today mainly to thank you for taking care of my family these days."

Song Dong waved his hand, "Sister Ling, you are so polite. I looked after your family, and you paid me! Or do you want to get the copper coins back?"

Looking at Song Dong's bluffing look, Linglong said calmly: "Aunt Song, this is really serious. This little thing is not worth much. Keep it for uncle to fill his mouth."

At Song Dong's house, her grandmother told her that Song Dong's husband had suffered a miscarriage and had been missing since then.

"The main purpose of this visit is to invite Aunt Song to come to my house in a month to celebrate the occasion."

Seeing people standing, Song Dong sat down and said, "Sister Ling, Brother An, please sit down."

Looking at the intimate behavior of the two, Song Dong finally couldn't help but ask carefully: "Sister Ling, you and Brother An?"

Linglong pulled Zi'an to sit down and replied, "Yes, Aunt Song, Zi'an and I are engaged and will be married in a month."

After hearing this, Song Dong understood the purpose of Wang Linglong's trip to Ji Yang this time. He thought she was going to change Zi'an's household registration.

Nodding: "Okay, Brother An is a hard-working boy, Sister Ling treats him well."

This young man named Zi'an has been taking good care of Wang Ping and Wang Linglong since he came to Linglong's home.