Liangzhou, Taishou Mansion.

Because of Jiang Huan's relationship, the servants who were too guarded to serve the mansion were all respectful to Mu Ling, lest one of them accidentally offend him.

In the past few days, Mu Ling has been handing over the martial arts of those young and strong disaster victims, and as for the old, weak, sick and disabled, he will help them store water according to what Jiang Huan said. He looked out the window at the view and muttered.

"I don't know what happened to them, Childe."

At this moment, a subordinate walked in with a man in a gray cloth shirt, and the man in the gray shirt said.

"Mu Ling, you are really a god. We have stored a lot of water using the same method you handed over, so we don't have to worry about our crops. ”

"Thank me for what I did, these are all things that adults have come up with, I just do it." Mu Ling said.

The man in gray thought for a long time, and finally opened his mouth. "Childe, when are you going to return to Beijing?"

"Early tomorrow morning, I will leave for Beijing." Mu Ling said.

"Then son, you have a good rest, and the little one will retire." The man in gray said this, and then retreated.

On the second day, Mu Lingtian got up early before dawn. He planned to leave quietly, but the other victims spontaneously organized to see him off.

Most of the victims brought eggs, flatbread, and other things. They stuffed those things into Mu Ling's hands, and Mu Ling looked at the things in his hands, and three black lines appeared on his face.

"Thank you." Mu Ling couldn't shirk it, so she had to stuff those things into the carriage. He stuffed his stuff and ran away. Naturally, it was impossible for him to bring this pile of "burdens" back to the capital, so he decided to throw down the carriage and change horses and return to the capital. Because Mu Ling had Jiang Huan's Qincha token, it was naturally impossible for the gatekeeper of the capital not to let him go.

Sycamore House.

"Childe, Mu Ling is back." Mu Ling casually asked a subordinate, and then he found out where his son-in-law was. There was not even a light in Wutong Curie, and Mu Ling once suspected that he was going the wrong way. Finally saw a maid, he walked to the front and said. "Excuse me, where can my son-in-law be?"

"Your son-in-law?" The maid was stunned when she heard what Mu Ling said, and it took a long time to react.

The maid racked her brains and thought for a while, and finally understood what kind of sacredness Mu Ling said about the son. She said, "You're talking about Lord Jiang, he should be in the Windward Palace."

Mu Ling asked embarrassedly, "Can this girl tell me how to get to the Windward Palace?"

"Follow this road, and there you will be." The girl might have something to do, so she hurried over after saying that. Mu Ling saw Ziyu standing at the door, and a smile bloomed on her face. He walked around from behind and patted Ziyu on the shoulder behind his back.

"Ziyu."

"Who.

After all, Ziyu is the secret guard in Du Guang's hands, and his reaction ability is still very strong. As soon as he turned around, he slammed his hand hard, and Mu Ling immediately shouted. He pouted, staring at him with an aggrieved expression.

"Ziyu, you're too ruthless."

"Wood, Wood Feather?" Ziyu's eyes widened and he looked at him in horror, as if he was looking at a ghost.

"Mu Ling, are you back?" Ziyu looked at Mu Ling in surprise, and then gave him a big hug. "Where's Childe?" Mu Ling said.

"Childe somehow has a high fever and is resting inside." Ziyu said honestly.

"High fever?" Mu Ling was stunned for a moment when she heard Ziyu's words, and then took Ziyu's hand.

"Let's go see Childe." Mu Ling said.

The sweat on Jiang Huan's forehead became more and more, and he held Ling Chen's hand and refused to let go.

"Brother, brother, don't go, don't."

Ling Chen patted Jiang Huan's hand and said. "If my brother doesn't leave, my brother won't leave."

Wind Channel. "Lord, you have to go to court tomorrow, so rest first. Master Jiang's side, we take care of it. ”

He has already woken up, and if he doesn't go to the court, those old guys will definitely break into this windward hall. That's it, just go and rest yourself. Thinking of this, Ling Chen said. "Alright then, you guys take good care of Ah Huan."