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

Huang Changyue saw Wang Da's face as if he was facing a great enemy, and the smile in his eyes deepened. He slowly walked to the table, lowered his eyes to look at the hundred taels of silver on the table, and asked casually: "Wang Da, you have met a big customer today, how many slaves did you sell?"

As he spoke, he had already held a silver note in his hand.

Wang Da came to the opposite side of Huang Changyue and said in a calm voice with a hint of joy: "Mayor, thirty-one were sold."

She was not afraid that Huang Changyue would embezzle the money, because part of the money had to be handed over to the government, and Huang Changyue did not have the courage to do so.

But Huang Changyue's subsequent performance made her even more alert.

Huang Changyue put the banknotes in his hand back on the table, sorted them out, handed them to Wang Da, and asked with a smile: "Wang Da, where is your relative from? What does he do?"

Wang Da really wanted to say, you should investigate the household registration!

But, she couldn't, because her salary was paid by the man in front of her.

Suppressing his thoughts, Wang Da sat down near Huang Changyue and whispered to her, "Mayor Huang, to be honest, this is the first time I've seen her, and it's my mistress who really knows her. I heard that she rented my mistress's carriage a few days ago..."

General Wang told Huang Changyue everything he could find out, and finally added: "My second son is in poor health, and I want to see if I can ask Miss Wang for help to find a miracle doctor."

Hearing this, Huang Changyue didn't say anything, but the smile on his face disappeared without a trace.

Seeing this, Wang Da pretended to be serious on the surface, but he was secretly complaining in his heart. It was really rare to see the smiling tiger stop smiling.

Feeling Wang Da's gaze, Huang Changyue realized his loss of composure, coughed lightly, and put a smile on his face again.

"Wang Da, do you know where that nobleman lives?"

Hearing this, Wang Da's eyes flashed and he shook his head: "I don't know, I just met this person today."

Huang Changyue stood up and looked down at Wang Da: "Okay, then Wang Da, you go ahead and do your work."

Without further ado, he turned and walked towards the small door.

But as he turned around, the smile on his face disappeared completely, and a sinister look filled his entire gentle face.

Unexpectedly, the sickly guy was so tough. The master's plan failed. She had to contact the master as soon as possible.

This scene was captured in Linglong's sea of ​​consciousness as she stepped out of the city. She withdrew her mental strength and turned her head to the side.

"An An, tell me about the livestock market."

Zi'an, who was struggling with how to explain to Linglong, sighed when he heard this.

"Sister, the real livestock market is not a place to sell cattle and sheep. Even the slave trade is just superficial. The real livestock market is a hidden hunting ground that relies on training some orphans without parents to entertain the dignitaries."

When saying this, Zi'an felt uneasy. At this moment, he regretted why he didn't be a gentleman with good male ethics.

The more he thought about it, the more Zian's hands clenched nervously.

Linglong lowered her eyes and looked at Zi'an's slightly trembling arms, sighed silently, and when passing by an empty alley, she took the man in her arms and turned into the alley.

"An An, are you scared?"

The cold embrace mixed with the fragrance of medicine made Zi An feel at ease.

Zi'an came back to his senses and put his arms around Linglong's waist: "Well, sister, I'm scared."

He rested his head on Linglong's shoulder: "I'm afraid my sister will not want me anymore when she finds out that I'm actually a bad person."

Joking words, serious tone.

Feeling the push on his shoulder, Zi'an's eyes darkened, the light in them dimmed, and his heart, which had been lifted high, fell to the ground in an instant!

Fear spread all over his body at the same time. He tightened his arms around Linglong, and his soft voice was choked with sobs: "Sister, I will change. Please don't chase me away, okay?"

Zian spoke the last sentence carefully.

"An An, let me go first."

Linglong did not push the boy, for fear of hurting him with too much force, so she had no choice but to speak softly.

Hearing that there was no anger, alienation or disgust in Linglong's tone, Zi'an slowly loosened his arms, but not completely. When it was within a controllable range, Zi'an pursed his lips, looked up and looked at Linglong.

Linglong lowered her eyes and raised her hand, her fingertips touching Zian's moist eyelashes, "Anan, we are really a good match, whether in spirit, personality, or body."

Linglong leaned close to the boy's ear and said the last two words.

The heat spread on his neck. Zi'an blinked, and when he realized what Linglong said, his ears suddenly turned red.

I didn’t expect Linglong’s love words to be so bitter.

When Zi'an realized that Linglong was teasing him, he tilted his head and raised his hands to wrap around the woman's neck: "Sister, don't you think I'm bad?"

Linglong also tilted her head and kissed the corner of the boy's lips through the veil: "I, Linglong, like you, not the perfect you."

He held the boy in his arms again, "An An, you understand my world, what about yours? My An An, don't make me wait too long."

The cold words concealed endless doting.

Zi'an sniffed and gently leaned his head on Linglong's shoulder. No oath was better than an oath. After all, he was not as clear-headed as Linglong.

"Okay, I won't keep my sister waiting too long."

Linglong curled her lower lip slightly, and her cold voice became more gentle: "Okay, I'll wait for you."

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The two of them walked back to the bookstore and saw a carriage parked in front of the door from afar, and a burst of crying was heard coming from inside the bookstore.

"Mother, I really know I was wrong, please forgive me."

Hearing the noise, Zi'an frowned and tilted his head, "Sister, are we going back to Taohua Village today?"

Linglong's expression remained calm and she walked up the stairs without stopping, holding the young man's hand.

"Back, gotta take care of some bugs."

As soon as the voice fell, he took Zi'an's hand and walked over the threshold.

Wang Er was about to leave the bookstore with a bundle in his arms when he ran into Linglong.

"Lady Wang."

The shocked greeting made Liang Wen Chong, who was facing the door, stiffen for a moment, and then he turned around quickly.

"Miss Wang, you are here."

Linglong pulled Zi'an to sit on the carved chair, met Liang Wen Chong's complex gaze, and nodded: "Mr. Liang, what's this?"

After he finished speaking, his gaze fell on the woman kneeling in front of Liang Wenchong.

Liang Wen Chong sighed helplessly, his voice becoming sad.

"This is Liang Qing. She was my daughter until yesterday."

As he spoke, he bowed to Linglong and said, "Sorry for causing trouble to the girl. We will leave now."

Liang Qing, who was stunned by the exquisite face, turned pale when she heard this. Just as she was about to wail, a soft and pleasant male voice sounded.

"If you keep howling, I don't mind reporting you to the police for trespassing into a famous mansion with ill intentions."

Liang Qing just opened her mouth, and then stared blankly at the person who was speaking with her mouth half open in a funny way.