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

Chapter 191: The three young masters of the Prime Minister’s Mansion, what are they trying to do?

When he thought of the ten miles of red wedding dress that day, he felt so angry that his teeth itched.

How could this bastard have such a good life? He has the Prime Minister's legitimate son in the open, the Hanqin Pavilion as a powerful underworld figure in secret, and now he has a wife who dotes on him.

"Sir, calm down. Don't be impulsive."

The woman's emotionless and cold voice rang in Chang Miaoling's ears.

The evil smile on Chang Miaoling's face froze because of these words.

The eldest sister's secret guard, Chao Yi's voice.

Chang Miaoling lowered her eyes and said in a low voice: "Chao Yi, don't forget, my elder sister sent you to follow me to protect me, not to commit insubordination."

Chao Yi in the dark was not afraid and continued to say emotionlessly: "Sir, please calm down."

A repeated sentence contains a warning.

Chang Miaoling took a deep breath, calmed down, took back the jade pendant, looked at Wang San who had a smile on his face and was not at all panicked, and felt a little confused.

Aren't common people nervous and afraid when they hear about meeting an official? Especially some merchants, who are most afraid of fighting with officials, but the slaves in front of them are not afraid of causing trouble to their masters.

Thinking of the news she received, Chang Miaoling's eyes darkened. Could it be that the new Jianghu power gave the Lousha Palace's Danxu Master confidence?

"Third Master of the Prime Minister's Mansion, what are you trying to do?"

A deep and cold female voice interrupted Chang Miaoling's thoughts.

Third Young Master! Who is the fearless one who dares to call him that?

Thinking of this, he looked at the person who spoke with anger.

The air became quiet and Chang Miaoling's pupils trembled violently.

The Nan Yi imperial guards, dressed in dark tights, walked quickly towards them with a team of Jinyiwei.

thump……

"This old servant pays homage to the Southern First Imperial Guard."

A woman's shrill voice sounded.

Chang Miaoling came back to his senses with a start, and hurriedly bowed and saluted: "Your subject pays respect to the Southern Imperial Guard."

Nan Yi didn't look at Chang Miaoling, but looked behind him, "Madame Xi, why are you here?"

Tsk, the maidservant in front of His Majesty left the palace without permission. The master behind this must be planning a rebellion.

The weak woman called Aunt Xi kowtowed several times in panic and said, "I am the Nanyi Imperial Guard. I am here under the order of Lord Feng to escort the Holy Son to pick up Young Master Chang."

Nan Yi sneered: "Madame Xi, do you mean that Feng Jun is planning to rebel?"

You are worthy of being His Majesty. If it weren't for your foresight, the relationship between Your Majesty and the Crown Princess would definitely be worse than it is now because of these trivial matters.

There were only the Jinyiwei and the people brought by Chang Miaoling around. Upon hearing what was said, they all knelt on the ground.

Nanny Xi's face turned pale with fright and her whole body began to tremble.

Nan Yi was too lazy to talk nonsense and looked at one of the Jinyiwei: "Eryang, what Nanny Xi gave you is the opportunity to redeem yourself and make meritorious contributions. However, if she dies on the way back, your three clans will be buried with her."

Er Yang, who was kneeling on the ground, looked up suddenly and was about to retort when he saw Nan Yi holding a Phoenix Gold Token in his hand.

Your Majesty’s personal order is to execute first and report later.

Er Yang looked dejected, and she no longer had the chance to silence him.

"Yes, the Southern One Royal Guard."

Nan Yi looked at the kneeling Chang Miaoling and said in a cold tone, "Third Master of the Prime Minister's Mansion, what is the purpose of your trip this time?"

Chang Miaoling, who had never seen such a scene before, shook her body when she heard Nan Yi's question and said in a stammering voice: "Report, report, Nan, Nan Yi Imperial Guard, your servant, your servant is here to take my brother home."

Nan Yi sneered. It was ridiculous to take Princess Zhengjun home. Not hurting Zhengjun was the least of his worries.

"Third Young Master of the Prime Minister's Mansion, this Imperial Guard will deliver your message, please return."

Chang Miaoling was stunned, and it was only when the servant behind him pulled him that he came back to his senses.

"Yes, Royal Guard."

In the attic, Linglong handed the tea in her hand to the young man who was watching the show with his eyes lowered.

"Want to go down and take a look?"

Zi'an took the cup with both hands and shook his head, "No."

He was afraid that he would kill the other person if he couldn't control himself.

He took a sip of the tea in the cup, looked at the red lotus on the back of Linglong's fair hand, put down the teacup, reached out and held Linglong's hand holding the cup, and stroked the blood-red lotus on it.

The smooth feeling made Zian narrow his eyes and asked softly, "Sister, when will the bookstore open?"

Due to various things in the past few days, the opening time has been delayed.

Linglong took the cup in her right hand and looked up at Zian: "When do you want to open the store, Anan?"

Upon hearing this, Zi'an, who was carefully stroking the back of Linglong's hand, childishly used some strength and pressed the red lotus mark under his hand.

"Sister, I am asking you."

Linglong smiled at Zi'an's cute behavior and stopped teasing him: "How about tomorrow?"

Zi'an didn't expect it to be so fast. He paused and nodded: "Okay."

Linglong picked up a dried fruit from the table and put it into Zi'an's mouth: "An'an, don't you want to ask why?"

Zi'an pushed the sweet and sour flesh to one side with his tongue, and said in a soft voice with a buzzing sound: "Sister did this for her own reasons. Zi'an just needs to help her."

Delicate fingertips gently poked Zi'an's puffy cheeks, "Didn't I say that the bookstore is under An'an's management?"

Zi'an swallowed the saliva in his mouth due to the acid, squeezed Linglong's hand, and said in a humming voice: "The decision on the matter still has to be made by the head of the family."

Linglong laughed softly: "Naughty."

Linglong Zi'an's aura, which she did not try to hide, was noticed by Nan Yi on the street. He raised his eyes sharply and saw two figures, one dark and one white, behind the half-open bamboo curtain in the attic.

He quickly lowered his eyes and ordered, "Do what you need to do, and leave."

Upon hearing this, the people kneeling in the alley stood up and retreated in an orderly manner.

Chang Miaoling, whose legs were weak, was helped up by the young servant. Since she had to rely on the young servant for all her strength, she was able to take one step. The young servant, who was also frightened, became weak in the legs and let go.

Plop, ah…

There was a moment of chaos and confusion. Nan Yi frowned as she watched the farce. She was worried about disturbing His Highness, so she had to ask the guards who followed her to come forward to help.

The noise below attracted Zi'an. He tilted his head and met a pair of horrified, unbelievable and angry eyes.

Zi'an raised his eyebrows and looked away, then picked up the tea on the table and took a sip.

sough……

"Your subordinate Minglu pays homage to the master, my lord."

The rubbing sound of fabrics was followed by the sound of people speaking.

Linglong continued with her actions.

Zi'an put down the teacup, glanced at the masked woman kneeling on the ground, and then his eyes fell on Linglong who was calmly making tea: "Sister, go and do your work, An'an will stay here."

Smelling the faint smell of blood in the air, Linglong nodded and put down the teapot, stretched out her hand and pinched Zian's smooth cheek: "Well, don't leave the bookstore these two days." She put Youxue on her wrist on the tea table and stood up, "Remember, don't go to the dungeon. There are people in the dark, just call them."

Zi'an grabbed Linglong's sleeve, shook it, and said in a sweet voice: "I understand, my dear wife."

Linglong's face softened, and she used her free hand to rub Zi'an's head: "Don't try to please me, I'm leaving."

Zian let go, "Well, see you later, my wife."

Chang Miaoling, who was standing downstairs, looked at the scene with a distorted expression.

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