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

Chapter 245 Young Master Shang, long time no see.

A soft and clear voice suddenly sounded, and the yard, which was noisy just now, became quiet in an instant.

Cui Qing glanced at the group of people who had already reacted and were kneeling on the ground trembling, stepped forward and bowed slightly, and said in a gentle and respectful tone: "Your Highness, according to the law, this is treason."

As soon as he finished speaking, cries for mercy rang out one after another.

"My lord, spare my life!"

"My lord, I dare not!"

Zian's delicate brows furrowed, so noisy.

The hand that was caressing Youxue unconsciously became anxious.

Ming Si saw it and ordered in a cold voice: "Shut his mouth and take him away."

Before the accompanying guards could take action, a figure flashed out from the darkness.

Cuiqing's face remained calm, but her heart was in turmoil. The secret guards of the imperial palace were not allowed to enter, and there were actually secret guards around Zhengjun.

Zi'an ignored the reactions of the people present and walked towards the woman who was still crawling on the ground.

"Aunt Qing, please call the imperial physician quickly."

Cui Qing: “Yes.”

Ming Si stepped forward, bent down and pulled away the woman who had been beaten unconscious, revealing a thin girl with a bruised face and nose.

The girl was wearing thin clothes and shivering with cold. Her alert little face was sallow, her cheeks were sunken, and her dark eyes were filled with innocent ignorance.

It turned out to be the case.

Zi'an raised the corners of his lips slightly, his eyes swept across the red mole on the other person's nose. He was indeed a descendant of the Ji family. Even though he was a little thin, his appearance was still first-class.

"Brother Shenxian, are you here to save Pu Pu?"

The voice of a young child was heard, his throat a little hoarse due to illness.

Zi'an didn't say anything, just looked at the little girl with a lukewarm smile.

The little girl stretched out her dirty purple hands and tried to pull Zian's robe with trembling hands.

bass--

There was a flash of silver light, and the sharp sword blocked the little girl's hand.

Ming Si narrowed his sharp eyes and scolded coldly: "How insolent."

Seeing the little girl's movements stagnate, Zi'an withdrew his gaze in boredom, turned around and said in a clear voice: "A Si, it's just a child, don't hurt her, let's go."

Cui Qing, who was watching this scene at the side, had her inner clothes soaked with cold sweat, fearing that this fool would offend His Highness Zhengjun.

"An'an."

A familiar cold fragrance accompanied by a clear and cold voice sounded behind everyone.

"Your subordinates, servants and others pay their respects to Her Royal Highness, Princess. May Your Highness live a thousand years."

The guards and servants all knelt on the ground and saluted.

A tall figure stood in front of the palace gate and stretched out his hand to him.

Zi'an's eyes curved, the corners of his lips widened, dimples appeared on his cheeks, and he threw Youxue to Ming Si.

Ming Si hurriedly caught the soft and warm little animal. When their eyes met, Ming Si swallowed but didn't say anything.

Youxue rolled her eyes in disgust, found a comfortable position in his arms, curled up and continued to sleep.

A red shadow flashed by, and Zi'an threw himself into Linglong's arms.

"Master wife."

Her delicate and cold eyes also softened. She put one hand around Zi'an's soft waist and stroked Zi'an's cheek with the other.

Mm, warm! Pretty good.

He lowered his eyes to look at the person who was leaning against his chest and asked softly, "Are you going home?"

Zian nodded obediently, "Okay."

He turned to look at Cui Qing who was kneeling on the ground: "Aunt Qing, this is in your hands now. Just report the truth to the Queen Mother."

Cui Qing, who lowered her head and dared not look around, quickly responded, "Yes, Your Highness."

After Zi'an finished giving his instructions, Linglong bent down, picked him up, and left the palace silently.

But no one noticed that the little girl sitting on the ground was looking thoughtfully in the direction where Linglong and the others left.

"An An, Shi Ju Lou has released several desserts, let's go over and take a look."

After walking for a while, Linglong lowered her eyes and asked Zi'an who was playing with her hair.

Zi'an bent his eyes and nodded obediently: "Okay."

Behind Shiju Tower is Lousha Palace. I guess my sister went there for something, and I just happened to want to eat the cheese there.

Zi'an's obedience softened Linglong's heart. She lowered her head and kissed his forehead, saying softly, "Close your eyes and rest for a while. I'll call you when we get there."

Zi'an's sparkling eyes reflected the woman in front of him. He nodded gently, then obediently closed his eyes and leaned into the arms that made him feel at ease.

She curved her lips, held the person in her arms, and walked along the palace path with steady steps.

As soon as she stepped out of the palace, her delicate and cold eyes glanced around. In addition to the carriage from the Princess's Mansion, there were many masters around.

A tall woman in black clothes with silver patterns walked quickly towards Linglong.

"Shang Qiaoshan, I pay my respects to the master, my lord."

Zi'an, who was enjoying playing with his hair, stopped what he was doing and turned his head when he heard Shang Qiaoshan's voice.

Seeing that it was a familiar woman, he smiled and said softly, "Young Master Shang, long time no see."

Shang Qiaoshan kept her eyes down, her tone still respectful, but with a hint of warmth.

"Yes, my Lord, it has been a year."

Seeing the change in the little guy's expression, Linglong actually felt unhappy. She glanced at the woman with a straight back and said coldly, "Forget it."

Shang Qiaoshan's eyes narrowed and her back straightened even more.

Master, are you angry?

Zi'an also noticed Linglong's sudden change in aura and wanted to ask something, but a cool hand clasped the back of his neck and pressed him into softness.

My cheeks felt hot, and at the same time, her cold question rang in my ears: "Is everyone here?"

Shang Qiaoshan stood up tremblingly and walked side by side with Ming Si, and reported to the master in front of him who was shivering all over: "Master, we are all here."

Ming Si, who was holding Youxue, and the beast rolled their eyes at Shang Qiaoshan.

It's not a big deal that you're committing suicide, but you're also implicating them.

Linglong held Zi'an in her arms without saying anything and got into the carriage quickly: "Let's go to the Julou building."

Ming Si responded: “Yes.”

After he finished speaking, he wanted to put Youxue into the carriage, but Youxue quickly slipped into his sleeve and didn't come out.

Youxue: Anyone who goes in now, except the househusband, will feel the cold of winter.

Zi'an, who had just entered the carriage, was pressed down on the cushion before he had time to ask anything. His lips were sealed and the clear and hot breath invaded him, domineeringly plundering his breath.

"Well……"

His chest gradually became stuffy and he couldn't breathe. The corners of Zi'an's eyes turned slightly red due to the stimulation, and moisture instantly seeped into his eyelashes.

The tingling sensation spread to the root of the tongue and lips, making Zian's chaotic mind clearer.

Linglong is angry!

But why is she angry?

While he was distracted, the pain on his lips became even more violent, and his already unclear mind became even more confused.

The feeling of suffocation made him want to raise his hands to push the culprit away, but as soon as he moved, his hands were handcuffed above his head.

Just when he thought he was going to faint from the kiss, fresh air rushed into his mouth and nose, and before he could catch his breath, a warm hand touched his waist, and a dense warmth came from his neck.

A low moan almost escaped his lips, but luckily he bit his lips in time to prevent himself from losing composure.

But the next moment, my chin was pinched, and a low, restrained voice came from my ear: "Be good, I won't touch you, don't bite."

As soon as these words were spoken, Zian felt the hand on his waist move to his lower abdomen and gently massage it.

But such an action is simply fatal to Zi'an, who is now weak and extremely sensitive.

Zi'an whimpered, lowered his head, opened his swollen lips and bit the fingers on his lips.