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

After he finished speaking, he walked towards the kitchen without waiting for Song Baoyu to say anything. He wanted to let his sister taste his cooking. His sister had been sick and had been drinking liquid food, and she was so thin that she looked like a skeleton.

Song Baoyu, standing at the door, looked at the tightly closed gate with his eyes wide open. However, when he thought that someone was waiting for him, he stamped his feet angrily and ran towards the foot of the mountain.

"Angel."

When he heard someone calling him again, his good mood disappeared instantly.

When he turned around, he just happened to see a group of people that Song Baoyu was meeting not far away.

It turned out that she had made an appointment with someone who was waiting to laugh at her.

When he opened the door and saw the person calling him, excitement flashed in the corners of his eyes.

"Wang Le, you're awake."

It’s good that he woke up. It’s so easy to die easily when he coveted his sister’s things.

Thinking of this, he looked up and down at the man in front of him. He was really thin, even thinner than when he was a slave. It seemed that this man had suffered a lot while they were away.

However, this is not enough.

On the contrary, when Wang Le looked at the person in front of him, there was too much complexity in his eyes, including jealousy, sympathy, and hatred.

Seeing this, Zi'an's eyes became interested.

Thinking of the identity of the person in front of him, Wang Le quickly restrained himself and raised an intimate smile on his face: "Anger, I'm here to apologize. Can I come in and sit down?"

Zi'an lazily leaned against the door frame, chuckled, and shook his head: "No need, I don't accept your apology."

Wang Le didn't expect that Rong Zian, no, it should be the Prime Minister's eldest son Chang Jingyang, would reject his request so bluntly.

However, thinking that it would not be long before the Prime Minister's Office would send someone to pick up this "honorable" legitimate son to marry, he suppressed his annoyance. He had nothing now, and he urgently needed a strong support to successfully reach Lingdu.

Thinking of this, Wang Le's expression became more kind. He took a step forward, his eyes moist with regret, and said, "Ang'er, I was ignorant before and spoke rudely to you and Ling Jie'er. It's my fault. It's only natural for me to apologize. If you and Ling Jie'er have time, come to my house and I'll cook a meal to apologize to you. Is that okay with you?"

The last few words, coupled with Wang Le's handsome and pitiful appearance, would have been agreed by anyone.

Zi'an's expression did not change. He just looked at Wang Le with gloom in his eyes. He did not rush to refuse. He even became more kind and said, "I need to ask my sister about this. If Brother Le is okay, please go back."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and walked away. As he turned around, the curve of the corners of his lips widened. It seemed that there was something wrong with this Wang Le.

Before he could close the door, he heard shouting in the distance. Zi'an vaguely heard the names of the village chief and the yamen official.

Thinking of the wanted poster in town, Zi'an turned around and walked out.

Wang Le only heard the noise but didn't hear what was being said. Before he could react, a fragrance passed by him.

Wang Le was stunned until a figure walked up to him from the side, then he came to his senses and hurriedly followed Rong Zian's pace.

Looking at his somewhat hasty back, Wang Le was puzzled at first, and then thought of Wang Linglong who had not appeared. The corners of his lips unconsciously curled up in a strange arc, and his pace unconsciously quickened a lot.

……

At this moment, Linglong has arrived in front of Grandma Wang's grave. She half-knelt on the ground and swept away the dust on the tombstone, stroking a scratch on the tombstone with her fingertips.

"Grandma, soon, another enemy will come down to make amends to you."

The cold and emotionless voice disappeared with the wind.

Linglong looked at the wide-open gate, frowned, stepped into the yard, and consciously looked for Youxue, but she was not at home.

He placed the backpack at the kitchen door, looked through the window at the kitchen, and saw half of the ingredients being cooked, his eyebrows moved.

It seems that next time I have to leave a trace of my spiritual power on the boy.

On the other side, Youxue, who was watching the show with her husband, sensed the call of her master's contract and responded immediately: "Master, my husband and I are at the entrance of the village."

After the response, Youxue realized that the distance between it and its master's spiritual consciousness had been lengthened a lot, and the master's spiritual consciousness had become stronger.

After receiving the response, Linglong turned and headed towards the village entrance.

Village entrance.

Zi'an, who was standing in the corner watching Wen Shanchu arresting people, pouted. She came to show her courtesy to Linglong so early in the morning, which showed that Sister Xian's identity was not conspicuous.

As he thought about it, his fingertips unconsciously stroked the two bracelets on his wrists. He was missing his sister.

Wang Le, who had been paying attention to Rong Zian in the crowd, raised a gloating smile at the corner of his lips when he saw a stealthy fat figure approaching him from behind him.

But when she thought that she was not wearing a face mask, she quickly concealed the smile on her lips and lowered her head.

Even if some things in this life are different from those in the previous life, he, Wang Le, will still be that noble man, and others can only be his stepping stones.

Although he didn't know why that beautiful woman of noble status didn't die in this life, the fact that Rong Zian was abused by the gangsters would not change.

Thinking of Rong Zian's nervousness just now, he guessed that Wang Linglong was not at home. This was even better. After these thugs were done, he would go up and lend a helping hand. This noble son of the prime minister would definitely be grateful to him!

In this way, he not only got his revenge, but also could use Rong Zian's loss of virginity to threaten him.

Thinking of this, the smile on Wang Le's lips became more and more weird.

Wang Le, who thought that no one noticed him because he kept his head down, never expected that his weird side would all fall into Youxue's sea of ​​consciousness when her mental power was released.

Just as a fat and dirty hand was about to touch Zi'an, Zi'an's eyes darkened and he was about to take action when a murderous aura mixed with the sound of breaking wind passed by from the side.

what……

With screams ringing in his ears, he fell into a familiar embrace, and the owner of the fat hand in his sight had already flown several meters away, hit a big willow tree and fainted.

The commotion here brought a moment of silence to the chaotic scene.

Wen Shanchu, who was giving orders to the yamen runners, was the first to react. Looking at the outstanding woman not far away, she was now certain that this person was definitely the empress's child.

With this temperament and this murderous aura, how many people in the world can match him?

"Oh, my son..."

The shrill cry brought everyone back to their senses, and then everyone looked at Wang Linglong with extremely horrified eyes.

Linglong didn't care about the situation around her. Since she had the intention to harm someone else, death was the best destination.

Looking down at the boy leaning obediently in her arms, Linglong felt the urge to beat him up.

Zi'an sensed Linglong's displeasure, and without hesitation, he put his arms around Linglong's waist and called softly, "Sister, An'an was wrong."

Youxue, who was wrapped around the master's wrist, was released by him. Before she could even breathe a sigh of relief, she felt Linglong's murderous aura, shrank back, and timidly returned to her space.