What?
The master has returned home?!
The master is really alright?!
She knew it, she knew that the master would be fine!
After hearing the news, Zhuyue sneaked into the general's mansion and saw that Baili Feiyue's unhappy mood disappeared without a trace.
He was extremely happy in his heart, but his face did not show any calmness as he went in.
Inside the room, a man was reclining lazily on the couch. He was wearing a wide robe woven from Qushui purple brocade. Although he was wearing a scary and strange mask, his figure was still so bright that it stung Zhuyue's eyes. He had to lower his gaze and stare at the ground.
For a person like the master, anyone in front of him is as dim as a speck of dust.
She thought to herself every month that Ling Jing was not worthy of her master!
But suddenly he remembered what he had just seen, and Zhuyue looked up suddenly, "Master, your hand..."
"Well..." Changsun Wuji laughed carelessly and didn't explain anything. But he was obviously in a good mood?
However, when he set his eyes on Zhuyue, things were different.
Even though he was wearing a mask that completely concealed his face, and the mask was specially designed so that others could not see his eyes underneath the mask, let alone his expression, Zhuyue still felt his scalp tingling.
Even though he had been a secret guard for Changsun Wuji for many years, he still felt guilty and his legs were weak and he couldn't stand steadily.
Just when Zhuyue was feeling anxious and worried, the man spoke slowly, his voice was emotionless and without any waves, "Zhuyue, I doubt your ability to do things now. Are you still qualified to stay by my side?"
Zhuyue knelt down with a thud, "Master..."
What does master mean?
Just for a woman in red, a Ling Jing, just because she "can't find" her, is Zhuyue going to be dismissed from her position?
Or, did the master find out something himself?
Zhuyue was fine with not being able to find anyone to be punished, but when he thought of this other possibility, he became so panicked that he could hardly suppress his emotions.
Changsun Wuji glanced at her and said calmly, "I will give you another half a month."
"Yes...your subordinate, I understand." Zhuyue gritted his teeth.
After Zhuyue left, Zhuifeng came in again.
"Master, Luo Ri has returned to the capital. He asked his subordinates to tell you that there is something unusual with the garrison in southern Xinjiang." Zhui Feng said respectfully.
The garrison in Southern Xinjiang only accounts for 10% of the total military strength of Dajing, but the abnormality cannot be ignored, because the garrison in Southern Xinjiang is the personal guard trained by Emperor Jing in recent years and is loyal to Emperor Jing.
"Heh," Changsun Wuji chuckled with an ambiguous tone, "The blood from the palace coup eight years ago has dried up to the point where it has been forgotten. This royal brother of mine has been in a very good mood lately."
Zhuifeng also felt that the current Emperor Jing had been very active recently.
Then he remembered another thing, "Master, regarding the theft of the national treasury, Emperor Jing summoned you to the palace tomorrow."
"I was just about to have a good chat with him." He obviously didn't take the matter to heart.
Although it had already been confirmed, Zhuifeng still couldn't help but complain in his heart.
So, the national treasury is indeed your work, Master...
I also know that I shouldn't ask questions. I was about to report something else when I heard the respectful and firm voice of the secret guard outside, "Your Highness, the master is handling official business in the study. You can't go in now."
"Go away." The little kid's voice was childish but the words were as cold as ice to the marrow.
"It is my duty..."
Before the secret guard could finish his words, there was the sound of a little kid drawing his sword.
Inside the house, Zhang Sun Wuji's eyes under the mask could not tell whether he was happy or angry, and his thin lips curled slightly, "Let him in."
Soon, a little kid in a delicate black robe walked into the study and saw the man on the couch. The little kid was also wearing a mask, and his mouth was almost pursed into a straight line under the mask.
Zhuifeng was very tactful and left, and considerately closed the door from the outside.
Only Changsun Wuji and the little baby were left in the room.
"At the palace banquet a few days ago, the Emperor arranged for Third Miss Ling to be married to you. Was it your idea?" The little baby's voice was so soft that it could almost squeeze water out of it, and it was an impolite question.
Zhang Sun Wuji raised his eyebrows slightly under the mask, "Do you care about this?"
"I just asked, is it true?" The little kid looked towards his father in anger, "Miss Ling San has not offended you, why did you drag her into this mess with the royal family!"
"Chang Sunqing, is this how you talk to your father?" The man did not answer, but asked a few words in a neutral tone. "From what you see, you have a good impression of Ling Jing. Do you still remember the mastiff you raised when you were three years old?"
How could he not remember? It was rare for him to like something.
He got a mastiff by accident and loved it very much. He played with it every day and neglected his martial arts and studies. He lost the martial arts competition to the little shadow guard who accompanied him in martial arts training.
That mastiff... That mastiff finally...
Chang Sunqing still remembers that day, when he lost the martial arts competition and thought he would be punished. Unexpectedly, the lunch was more sumptuous than usual. There was a lot of meat cooked according to his taste, and the meat that day was much more delicious than usual.
But, but...
After he finished eating, the man in front of him appeared and asked him with a smile whether the mastiff meat was delicious.
At that moment, he almost tore his throat apart and vomited until the sky was dark...
The beautiful eyes under the small mask glared at him fiercely, "You... I won't let you touch her! If you touch her... I won't let you go!"
Hearing the threats of a little tiger that hadn't even grown its baby teeth yet, Changsun Wuji found it interesting and chuckled, "Well, I'm looking forward to you not letting me go."
The beautiful eyes under the mask lifted slightly, "I heard that you are looking for someone recently?"
Chang Sunqing gnashed her teeth in a tender little voice, "Are you spying on me?"
"Spying on you?" Zhang Sun Wuji's voice was a little sneery, "I am teaching you that when you do things in the future, don't leave any traces for others. You should know that when you don't have enough ability to protect yourself, some traces are enough to take your life."
He changed the subject and said lazily in a very gentle tone, "It's getting late, I need to rest. Good boy, kneel down and wait."
Chang Sunqing's little lips moved under the mask, but in the end she said nothing.
After the little baby's figure completely disappeared, Changsun Wuji sneered.
The eyes beneath the mask were as deep as a pool, cold and quiet, with thin, ruthless lips beneath the straight nose.
Is there really a natural mother-child relationship in this world?
Ling Jing...Should I spare your life?
The next day.
Baili Feiyue from the General's Mansion went out very high-profile with Su Yi early in the morning. Even so early, the streets were crowded with young doctors and groups of students everywhere.
Su Yi hasn't been out for a few days, so everything she sees is interesting and new.
But I still remember that the main task today is to go to various pharmacies to buy medicinal materials.
The young lady is going to participate in the medical association competition, so of course she has to buy more medicinal herbs to study and research!
That’s what Su Yi thinks.
Other people in the Ling Mansion also think so.
Except for Baili Feiyue, Ling Shengbai's aunt and Ling Duannian.
Ling Duannian's body was too damaged by old toxins to be cured with just a few medicines. A large amount of medicinal materials were needed, even many of which were not commonly used. It was just right for her to participate in the Medical Association Competition, so she could purchase medicinal materials openly without anyone suspecting anything.
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