When the beauty of cultivation enters the infinite live broadcast

It was late at night and everyone was asleep. Under the dim candlelight, Lian Wu drew the teleportation array again. The anchor point originally set up in the pharmacy glowed in the darkness. In just a moment, the two of them returned to the capital.

At this time, the voice of the night watchman in the capital was heard, and the two of them quietly left from the back door of the drugstore and returned home as quickly as possible under the moonlight.

The Lin family went to bed early, but they had left a secret door for Lian Wu that led directly to his courtyard. It was said that Lian Wu was a playful child and would often return to the Lin family home in the middle of the night. It was very troublesome to wait for the servants to open the door each time he returned, so they opened a secret door in his courtyard.

Feng Ling's treatment was not so good. The Minister of War personally brought a group of servants to guard the high walls of the Minister's Mansion just to catch this bastard Feng Ling.

Feng Ling, who had just climbed over the wall, came face to face with the Minister of War. The Minister of War was holding a stick as thick as his wrist and had a gloomy face.

"You're willing to come back? Why don't you live in the teahouse forever? Are you looking at the girl in the teahouse who can make you remember this home at this moment?"

He tolerated Feng Ling's ignorance, after all, he had two outstanding sons. However, if Feng Ling were to flirt with other playboys, the Minister of War would definitely break his legs.

"Ah? Who said I was in the teahouse? Lian Wu and I were clearly in the medicine shop, so when did I ever get involved with any other woman?"

Feng Ling felt like he was carrying a huge blame. He glanced at Madam Feng who was standing next to the Minister of War, as if silently asking if it was she who said that.

Madam Feng shrugged her shoulders and showed an innocent expression.

It wasn't really her who told the story; it was the maid who went out with her at the time who reported it.

It was also her fault for not being able to judge people clearly. She didn't realize that the maid was sent by the Minister of War to monitor Feng Ling. At that time, Ying'er was unable to leave the house, so Madam Feng randomly picked one of the maids. With a 1/10 probability, she chose the one.

The Minister of War was stunned by this answer. If Feng Ling had refuted it on normal days, there was a 90% chance that he would not believe it. However, Feng Ling was with the child of the Lin family. The adopted son of the Lin family had always been well-behaved, and it was unlikely that he would go to a teahouse with his own unfilial son, unless the unfilial son dragged him there by force.

Thinking of this, the Minister of War became furious and wanted to beat Feng Ling with a stick.

Feng Ling was also dumbfounded. How come the Minister of War showed a hesitant expression one second, and then started to take action the next second?

Has this little ghost bewitched his mind and made him moody?

The other party was about to hit him, so Feng Ling naturally had to dodge. The stick hit the wall directly, and Feng Ling took advantage of this gap to slip behind Madam Feng.

"Sir, it's late, and you're not feeling well. Don't get angry. It won't be too late to deal with him tomorrow."

Mrs. Feng naturally had to smooth things over and act as a peacemaker at a time like this. However, she still wanted to watch the Minister of War chasing Feng Ling around the yard, but she couldn't say this out loud.

Feng Ling thus escaped the disaster and no longer showed up in front of the Minister of War. He slipped back to his own courtyard as quickly as possible to avoid angering the Minister of War again.

He really didn't expect that the Minister of War had such a bad temper. The blow he just made with the stick was not light at all. If he went to check tomorrow morning, he would definitely find a mark on the wall. If it hit him, he would get bruises at best and fractures at worst. He would have to stay in bed for ten days or half a month, and he might not even be able to get out of bed.