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

The man was dressed in a blue brocade suit. Although his face was covered with a veil, one could tell from his exposed fair skin and bright, beautiful eyes that he was very good-looking.

Looking at Liang Qing's eyes, the expression changed from amazement to lust.

Zi'an saw such a disgusting gaze again, and murderous intent rose in his heart. When he picked up the teacup beside him and was about to smash it, the air around him suddenly became depressing and cold.

Liang Wenchong and Wang Er shuddered at the same time due to the tense atmosphere.

puff……

At the same time, Liang Qing, who was kneeling on the ground, spurted out a mouthful of blood for no reason and fainted on the ground.

Seeing this, Liang Wenchong looked up with a pale face and looked at Linglong, whose expression did not change at all.

Zi'an raised his eyebrows, put down the teacup, stood up and said, "Mr. Liang, please take your daughter to see him."

As he spoke, Zi'an had already come to Linglong's side and held her hand.

In an instant, the temperature in the bookstore gradually warmed up.

Wang Er was shocked by this scene. Why was a healthy person vomiting blood?

Liang Wenchong couldn't bear Linglong's emotionless gaze, so he closed his eyes, raised his hands, placed his left hand palm down on the back of his right hand, knelt on his knees and prostrated himself on the ground, saying respectfully and humbly: "Please, girl, show mercy."

When Zi'an saw this gesture of greeting, his pupils fluttered and he looked at Linglong who was still calm and distant beside him.

Noticing Zi'an's gaze, Linglong raised her hand and ruffled his hair: "An'an, go to the private room we were in before. I'll be up in a minute."

Zian pursed his lips under the face towel and nodded: "Okay."

After he finished speaking, he let go of Linglong, took a deep look at Liang Wenchong who was kneeling on the ground, then walked past her and the bewildered Wang Er and headed towards the backyard.

Such a great gift from the Queen and the Crown Princess, who is this Mr. Liang?

The surname Liang? Liang, yes, the former imperial tutor was surnamed Liang, and the current empress's teacher was also surnamed Liang, but he died of a sudden illness seventeen years ago.

Thinking of this, Zi'an narrowed his eyes. It seems that Liang Wenchong is related to Master Liang.

Zi'an, who was full of worries, had just walked to the door of the private room when the sound of a flute came, bringing his thoughts back.

The corners of her lips curved beautifully under the veil. She raised her hand and pushed open the door of the private room. Her gentle voice was harmless and pleasant.

"It seems that you can no longer suppress your true energy."

Such a simple illusion would not have any effect even if his internal force had not dispersed! Not to mention that now his internal force had not only returned, but also overcome the feminine nature of the sound power.

As soon as Zi'an finished speaking, the flute sound outside stopped abruptly, and a blue shadow flashed into the private room.

Youxue, who was wrapped around Zi'an's wrist, crawled out from under his wide sleeves, and her indigo snake eyes stared at the figure kneeling in front of Zi'an.

It would be better to say that I was being vigilant rather than watching.

It had seen the man before. He was at the Fuxi Inn in Ji Yang City. The owner asked this man and another woman to check the whereabouts of the master, but for some reason, the two people never appeared again.

Now, looking at the other party's internal organs that were injured by the formation, it knew why. The master didn't kill them probably because of the husband!

"Subordinate, I meet the Pavilion Master."

Zi'an gently stroked Youxue's cold body and raised an eyebrow at the woman kneeling in front of him.

"Tsk tsk, Xueyue is still alive."

The lazy and casual words made the already seriously injured woman's throat surge with a fishy-sweet taste, but she knew that the Pavilion Master hated the smell of blood, so she used great willpower to swallow the blood back into her stomach, and her head drooped a little.

The words were extremely respectful: "This subordinate deserves to die, please punish me, Pavilion Master."

Hearing this, Zi'an sneered, walked to the desk, put Youxue on the pen holder, picked up the pen and started writing and drawing.

Xueyue heard the voice but didn't dare to look up. For some reason, when they met again, this unwelcome Pavilion Master became even more powerful, and her sound skills had no effect on him.

The more Xueyue thought about it, the more uncertain she felt. If she couldn't complete the mission as the deputy leader, would she end up like Xueli, living a life worse than death? ? ! !

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The tension and anxiety here did not affect Linglong at all.

Linglong found a place to sit down and calmly watched Liang Wenchong who was kneeling on the ground.

Wang Er, who was originally captivated by Linglong's aura, was about to speak when he saw Liang Wenchong's slightly trembling body, but was stopped by Wang San who came without stopping.

Wang San hurriedly stepped into the bookstore and was frightened by the scene in front of him and almost fell to the ground.

Especially when he saw Liang Qing lying in a pool of blood, he almost stepped forward and kicked her a few more times. This idiot had just paid off his debts, yet he still dared to go gambling. Now he has fallen into the hands of a noble man. It was a blessing from the noble man that he didn't die.

Wang San, who was burning with anger, felt the gaze of his second sister, raised his eyes and looked at her with unfriendly eyes, and said in a serious tone: "Second sister, you go back first, the master is here."

She did not feel sympathy for Liang Wenchong who was kneeling on the ground. Her own adopted daughter was almost killing her mother, yet she was still protecting her.

If she hadn't been careful and had someone keep an eye on the bookstore at all times, she might have offended the nobleman in front of her.

Looking at her third sister's serious expression, Wang Er opened her mouth but said nothing in the end. This was the second time that her third sister gave her the cold shoulder.

After thinking about it, Wang Er tightened the bag on his back sadly, looked at the gentleman kneeling on the ground worriedly, and left the bookstore with heavy steps.

After Wang Er left, Wang San looked at the cold Linglong cautiously, took a deep breath, and was about to kneel down in front of Linglong when he heard Linglong's cold question.

"Madam Wang, is everything done?"

Wang San stood up straight and answered promptly: "Miss Wang, everything is ready. The slaves from my eldest sister will be here soon."

Linglong nodded and looked at Liang Wenchong: "Sir, do you know me?"

Liang Wen Chong's trembling voice came: "I don't know him."

Hearing this, Linglong narrowed her eyes and her fingertips unconsciously turned the ring on her joints.

"Then, sir, do you know my mother and father?"

The last sentence made Liang Wenchong feel a chill down her spine. The man in front of her was a combination of her mother's cunning and ruthlessness, and her father's wisdom and intelligence. No lie could deceive her.

"Yes, lady."

Linglong paused while turning the ring: "Sir, take your daughter and go. There won't be a next time."

After hearing this, Liang Wenchong was stunned for a moment. Is this matter just over?

Seeing that Mr. Liang was still kneeling on the ground without any reaction, Wang San hurried forward and helped him up.

At this moment, without that young master present, she could truly know Wang Linglong!

The natural aura of a superior is majestic, and the lonely and cold demeanor keeps people at a distance.

Liang Wenchong stood still and bowed again in the direction of Linglong: "Thank you, girl."

After saying that, he patted Wang San's hand and signaled to her with his eyes that everything was fine.

Wang San opened his mouth but didn't know what to say. Finally, he let go of his hand and looked at Liang Wenchong, who seemed to have aged by dozens of years, and shook his head helplessly.