novelaction Chapter 189 I want the life of this saint
Chapter 189 I want the life of this saint
Linglong stood up and walked towards the desk in the room, "Give me the map of the Mortal Realm."
As the sound fell, a map of the mortal realm appeared above the sea of consciousness.
The divine consciousness circulated along the names of the small countries on the scroll. These small countries that suffered severe floods were all located near a river that connected the countries.
Yan Yan took out a thick animal skin roll from his arms and placed it on the table in front of Linglong.
"Your Highness."
Fortunately, I brought this map today.
Linglong spread out the rice paper, Nan Yi stepped forward, put down the ruler, and began to grind the ink.
"Have any refugees entered Nanling?" Linglong opened the animal skin scroll and quickly and accurately browsed through the densely covered map.
"Not yet."
"Well, arrange a separate place for resettlement and don't let any disaster victims enter Nanling."
Linglong picked up the brush, bent down and began to write and draw on the blank rice paper.
"Does the Empress know about this?"
Yan Yan glanced at Nan Yi who was grinding ink.
Nan Yi put down the ink stick in his hand, took out a small bright yellow bundle from his arms, and said respectfully: "Your Highness, His Majesty has given this matter to Your Highness for handling."
He carefully placed the bright yellow bundle in his hand on the edge of the table and said, "Your Highness, this is your imperial seal."
"Hmm." Linglong responded, then stood up, moved the ruler away, picked up the rice paper, blew on it, put it aside, bent down, picked up the brush and continued writing: "Nanyi Royal Guard, does the empress have anything else to say to me?"
It's not lonely, it's just an ordinary self-proclaimed feeling. It's not distant, but also not familiar, just like a stranger.
Nan Yi knelt on one knee and reported: "His Majesty only said four words, 'Don't worry.'"
Linglong paused for a moment while writing, with a hint of sarcasm in her eyes.
Not wanting to talk about this topic anymore, Linglong coldly changed the subject: "Who is behind Li Xidai?"
Nan Yi: "Mr. Feng, you are also Yang."
In fact, the person behind Li Xidai is not difficult to find. He is a cousin of the Er family who is as far away as possible. Moreover, the person who was seen in the county magistrate's study by Li Xidai in a panic was clearly written as Feng Jun.
Linglong stood up, changed to a blank piece of rice paper, and continued writing: "Well, maybe it can be handled?"
Since it is Lord Feng, then how should Her Majesty the Empress deal with him?
Nan Yi: "The evidence has been handed over to Wen Tingwei."
Linglong's eyes moved slightly, "Punishment can be slower! Where is the person now?"
"Yes, Your Highness. He is now in the bookstore."
Linglong put down her brush, picked up the rice paper and blew on it, "Nan Yi Huangwei, if you have anything else to say on this trip, please tell me."
He handed the written paper to Yan Yan who was sitting quietly beside him, sat down on the carved chair, and looked at Nan Yi who was kneeling on the ground.
Nan Yi continued to report earnestly without emotion: "In the auspicious month (October), the Emperor Taijun held a banquet for the Thousand Years of Autumn. His Majesty sent an invitation to Your Highness. His Majesty learned that the Lord Qiansui had books on cultivation here, and His Majesty wanted to cooperate with Your Highness."
Linglong instinctively turned the ring on her fingertips and asked, "It's gone?"
"Yes, Your Highness."
At this moment, Linglong's eyes became sharp: "Why would Nanling's newly canonized Holy Son return to Qingshan Town?"
She didn't believe that a country's newly crowned Son of God could move so freely without the empress's permission.
The temperature in the room dropped suddenly, and the murderous atmosphere made Yan Yan, who had fought many battles, find it difficult to breathe.
Nan Yi's face looked grim. She really didn't know about this. Did His Majesty not want His Highness to know?
"Your Highness, I will check it out right away."
"No need. Tell her that I want the life of this Saint Son."
Nan Yi was shocked. This "she" was self-evident. However, His Highness's attitude told her that this matter was not simple.
"Yes, Your Highness."
"Step back." Linglong leaned back.
"Yes, Your Highness."
After Nan Yi left, Yan Yan, who had been silent, knelt down and said, "Your Highness, these require a lot of manpower and resources to implement."
Although she is not in charge of this water control project, just looking at what His Highness has written and planned, this is definitely a good thing that will benefit the people and the country.
Linglong could hear the excitement and admiration in Yan Yan's words, but her expression remained unchanged.
"General Yan, what you need to pay attention to now is the epidemic."
When this was mentioned, Yan Yan's excitement was extinguished by a basin of ice water.
Yes, the epidemic is the most serious. How could she forget about it?
Thinking of this, he raised his head hopefully and looked at Linglong, who was sitting behind the desk with a calm expression.
"Your Highness, can this epidemic be cured?"
Meeting Yan Yan's pleading eyes, Linglong said nothing.
Normally, she would need to know the source of the epidemic, but with the Eighteen Needles and alchemy, she didn't need to.
Yan Yan was nervous, even in battle he had never been as tense as he was at this moment.
I don’t know how long it took, but just as a drop of sweat fell on the corner of Yan Yan’s temple, her delicate thin lips opened slightly and she uttered a word.
"can."
Yan Yan's pale face brightened with joy, and he kowtowed to Linglong: "Your Highness is kind and benevolent. I thank you on behalf of the people of Nanling."
Delicate fingertips tapped the table, interrupting Yan Yan's words: "Regarding the epidemic and flood, I want you to handle it in the name of the Crown Princess."
Zi'an, who was not asleep in the inner room, was stunned when he heard this. His long eyelashes trembled violently and two lines of tears fell from the corners of his eyes.
Her wife, because he finally had a weakness.
After explaining some things to Yan Yan, Linglong entered the inner room, walked lightly to the couch, and took off her clothes one by one. Linglong got on the couch, but before she moved, a soft body wrapped around him.
Linglong hugged him gently and asked softly, "Guai'an, are you still not sleepy?"
Zi'an put his arms around her slim and strong waist, rubbed his head against her shoulder, and spoke in a soft and obedient voice.
"Sister, An An misses you."
Linglong chuckled, "It's my fault that Guai'an still has the energy to think about random things."
Zi'an's cheeks flushed slightly, and he bit her delicate and smooth neck, saying angrily, "How can thinking about my sister be just wishful thinking?"
Delicately, she stroked the boy's back with her palm, "Okay, no, I miss Guai'an too. But it's getting late, it's time for Guai'an to go to bed."
The familiar cool fragrance in the warm embrace made Zi'an feel at ease. Zi'an, who was already exhausted both physically and mentally, began to droop his eyelids.
He was very scared, thinking that this was all a dream, and that when he woke up, Linglong would no longer love him. But, how could such a warm and secure embrace be fake?
Hearing the sound of steady breathing, Linglong covered Zi'an with the quilt, then got up again and went to the study.
When Zi'an woke up, it was already the next day at 9-11 o'clock.
When I sat up, I heard voices outside.
"Master, a man who claims to be the son of the Prime Minister's Mansion wants to see the master."
Wang San knelt down and reported in a low voice: "The attitude is extremely bad."
Wang San said the last sentence after careful consideration.
Ever since she knew Linglong's true identity last night, she felt that they were lucky. In such a big Nanling, they could meet a princess who was training outside and become his subordinate.
Linglong, who was sitting by the window reading a book, said in a cold voice, "Call him out."