After hearing my voice, the whole court went crazy

At 1:00 a.m., in the front courtyard hall, Zheng Yuanshan and Master Ziyun were having breakfast. He was frightened by the sound and swallowed the steamed bun whole. Then it got stuck in his throat, unable to swallow it down or come up. He almost couldn't breathe.

Zheng Yuanshan's face turned red instantly, his eyes widened, and his hands unconsciously grabbed his throat, trying to relieve the sudden discomfort.

The servant who was serving food nearby hurriedly poured him some water to help him calm down.

Seeing this, Master Ziyun hurriedly patted his chest, making a loud "bang bang" sound.

I almost sent Zheng Yuanshan away.

Zheng Yuanshan cried out in pain, wanting him to stop, but he was choking and couldn't speak or breathe for a while, so he could only signal him desperately with his eyes.

He was devastated both mentally and physically.

Ziyun thought he was thanking her, so she took pictures even more vigorously.

"Don't worry, brother. No one can snatch me away, not even the King of Hell."

Seeing that patting his chest didn't work, Master Ziyun hurriedly said, "Brother, bear with it, I will do it as soon as possible."

Then they tied his legs with a belt, hung him upside down on the beam, and beat his chest hard. As if they felt something was wrong, they beat his back frantically.

Zheng Yuanshan just felt like he was a sandbag, swinging back and forth, and was beaten so hard that his chest, heart, back, waist and legs hurt.

Just when he thought his life was over and he had thought of his last words, he finally spat out the bun.

He hated Baozi and he never wanted to see Baozi again.

The boy does not cry easily, but it is not when he is sad.

Woo woo, he wants to cry.

When Zheng Yuanshan was put down, he collapsed to the ground without any strength left.

Master Ziyun touched his nose with a guilty look on his face, "Brother, are you okay?"

"You said you are the prime minister of the dynasty, with tremendous power, why are you still so impatient, really..."

Seeing that he really couldn't calm down, she quickly poured Zheng Yuanshan a cup of tea to help him calm down.

"You are the Prime Minister, you have to stay calm. No matter how big the problem is, you can't panic. It's just that my little disciple has gone out for training and hasn't come back yet."

He felt guilty. If something happened to the Prime Minister because of his apprentice's disappearance, how would he face his little apprentice?

Moreover, this was the prime minister of the dynasty, with power over the whole country, second only to the emperor, in charge of all officials. He was able to call the wind and rain in the court, and was as powerful as thunder and lightning. In the end, he was choked to death by a steamed bun. It would not be good to hear this.

Wei Jingshu happened to come over with a group of people and saw Master Ziyun beating Zheng Yuanshan like a sandbag.

He was so scared that he was trembling. He could only pretend to be calm and asked the people around Zheng Yuanshan, only then did he know about this farce.

I could only watch from a distance and dare not disturb them.

Seeing that Zheng Yuanshan had recovered, she hurried over to hug him, crying out of breath.

Just when Zheng Yuanshan was so moved that he wanted to hug his wife, he heard, "Husband, our An An is missing. She is only ten years old and just came home. Woo, woo ...

"My An An"

"I left home when I was young, and now I'm missing. If anything happens to me, I won't live any longer."

Zheng Yuanshan could only pat her on the back helplessly, and comforted her in a hoarse voice, "Madam, it's okay. Master Ziyun knows where An An is."

Zheng Yuanshan thought to himself, Humph, Ziyun is so unreliable. Don’t think I don’t know that you threw my daughter into a mass grave.

If he wasn't my daughter's master, I would have killed him long ago.

Ziyun touched his nose guiltily, looked up at the sky outside, and said seriously, "Don't worry, I took her to practice last night, and she is on her way back now."

Upon hearing this, Wei Jingshu jumped up swiftly, wiped her non-existent tears with a handkerchief, and asked loudly, "Experience? Where are you going to practice? Is it dangerous?"

Ziyun waved his hands proudly, "It's not dangerous. My disciple has inherited my true teachings and is very capable."

Wei Jingshu looked at Ziyun suspiciously, "Really? Is my daughter really that amazing?"

"Really, really, your daughter can catch ghosts and use them as balls to kick"

In fact, Ziyun felt very guilty, and thought to himself, Disciple, I hope you are okay, otherwise I will be exaggerating.

Thinking about the results of my calculations last night, I felt a little relieved.

Zheng Yuanshan looked at the guilty Ziyun and thought that this might be a bit exaggerated. However, looking at his naive wife, it seemed that this was the way it should be, so he could only see the truth and not say anything.

Let’s send someone to look for it quickly.

At noon, the sky was gloomy and the cold wind was howling, as if it was going to snow. There was a constant stream of people and cars at the city gate.

Zheng An Ning finally reached the city gate after much difficulty. She was so hungry that her legs were almost broken even though she had learned martial arts.

All she wanted now was to go home quickly, have a big meal, and then go to sleep.

This is simply insane. She is still a child, and she has to walk such a long way.

The butler of the Prime Minister's Mansion saw the girl not far away, her face was dirty and her clothes were in tatters.

With tears in his eyes and wrinkles on his face full of heartache, he hurried to greet him.

"Miss, I am the housekeeper of the Prime Minister's Mansion. The master asked me to pick you up."

After hearing this, Zheng Anning hurriedly looked at the person in front of her. She had seen this person yesterday.

Excitedly, he grabbed the housekeeper's hand and said, "Uncle housekeeper, is there anything to eat? I'm hungry."

This made housekeeper Ma very sad. Look at how wronged their young lady has become. Why does this child have such a miserable life?

He has been sick since childhood and was said to have a bad fate. He had to stay away from his family at a young age.

"Miss, please get in the carriage and have a rest. There are snacks and tea in the carriage."

So Zheng Anning happily got into the carriage, feeling extremely excited. Finally someone knew that she was still lost outside?

Well, that's right. The family waited in the house for a long time but Wei Jingshu didn't come. She walked around in a hurry and even pinched a hole in her handkerchief.

Zheng Wanning was so scared that she started crying. She remembered that in her previous life, her sister died young.

Everyone was frightened and asked Zheng Wanning why she was crying. She then evaded the question and said that she had a dream last night that her sister died in an accident.

Upon hearing this, Wei Jingshu was so anxious that she wanted to go to the kitchen to get a kitchen knife. However, Zheng Yuanshan held her tightly and kept persuading her, and finally she calmed down.

Several people were in the flower hall, drinking tea anxiously. Even Ziyun was a little suspicious. Could something really have gone wrong?

Logically speaking, the young disciple should have returned by this time.

Suddenly I thought of something, and my expression became very strange.

Ziyun said guiltily: "My little disciple may have lost his way."

Zheng Wanning exclaimed, "Lost? How is that possible?"

Then I thought, my sister has been away from home since she was a child, and has been practicing in Yunshan for many years, so she doesn’t know the way at all.

Ziyun shook his head helplessly, "Lingqing is good at everything except that she can't tell the direction and often gets lost."

He then looked at Zheng Yuanshan in a pretentious manner and said, "Brother, you should get someone to wait at the city gate."

"She should be almost at the city gate now. If she wants to go back to the mansion from the city gate, she will have to go around several circles."

Zheng Yuanshan looked at Ziyun with a scrutinizing gaze, staring at him fiercely. His usually gentle face was now as cold as ice. He wanted to get angry, but he knew that he could not blame Ziyun.

After all, as a master, he also hopes that his apprentice is safe and sound. And if he didn't feel sorry for her, he could just treat her as a nominal disciple, just let her stay safe until she is 10 years old, and then let her go home to be an ordinary girl.

In that case, if something happened to his daughter, she would probably not be able to protect herself.

After all, his daughter has had a special fate since she was young. She has the ability to see ghosts and spirits, and she has an excellent ghost body.

As soon as he was born, he attracted hundreds of ghosts to fight for him. His mother tried her best to protect him, but she also lost half her life.

I am still recuperating in my hometown.