The little girl thought carefully for a long time, and seriously thought about what Ling Xingyue said, it seemed to be very reasonable, it was difficult for her to have a child-like heart, and then she thought that anyway, they have a long life span of spiritual power, and after a hundred years, she will come back to find this Ling Xingyue, it will be the same, after thinking about it, she also glanced at Ling Xingyue, picked up the window lattice, jumped out, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Ling Xingyuefu sat on the simple table chair in front of the window lattice again, watching the birds spread their wings or fly outside the window, and unconsciously thought of Lan Keman on the grassland pasture, the demonic flame on his body had been eliminated and there was not much left, and he could no longer become the influence and danger of being with Man'er, so he hated to exert his spiritual power at the moment, and turned his head back to look for her, even if he could look at her from a distance.

"Little prince, are you up? Breakfast has been prepared, and we need to go back to Beijing as soon as possible after eating. ”

The shouts that followed outside the door interrupted Ling Xingyue's thoughts, galloping all the way, already far away from the grassland pasture, and also far away from Lan Keman, because he couldn't bear to miss Lan Keman, so Ling Xingyue sped up his horse and whipped his horse, and rested as little as possible, they had already galloped to the capital in just a few days, so now the idea of going back to the ranch to see Lan Keman can only be kept in his heart, everything can only be seen by the saint, and it is possible to turn back as soon as possible after receiving the saint.

Ling Xingyue obviously felt the decline in the strength in his body, not only because the demonic flames had disappeared, but also because the spiritual power that had been cultivated in his body for more than a hundred years had also been absorbed by the divine stone by nearly thirty percent, and because Ling Xingyue suddenly knew that he could no longer stay away from Lan Keman because of the demonic flames in his body, so the heart that wanted to see Lan Keman as soon as possible also jumped even more surgingly, making him feel dizzy when he stood up.

Ling Xingyue no longer hesitated, stabilized her mind a little, and went to the dining hall with the soldiers, and simply ate a few mouthfuls of food, Ling Xingyue urged her to get up quickly, and rushed to the capital as soon as possible to receive the order, the sooner the better, so that she could rush back to the grassland pasture as soon as possible, and accompany Lan Keman as much as possible before going to the place of bandits.

The grass grows on the day by day, the grass is not the same every day, the more he gallops in the direction of the capital, the weather is getting warmer and warmer, and the buds of the grass are becoming more and more verdant, Ling Xingyue's mood is becoming more and more anxious, he can't wait to tell Lan Keman immediately that he can accompany her, in the future, he will never leave her, and then he thought that he had pushed Lan Keman to Situ's side, his worry became even stronger, and unconsciously, his horsewhip was raised high again, and he slapped the horse under him fiercely, The horse was in pain, and began to run harder.

Finally, on an evening when twilight was about to cover the ground, Ling Xingyue and his party arrived in the capital, and without waiting for a moment to rest, Ling Xingyue first went to the imperial city to hand over the fold, and informed the saint that he had arrived in Beijing and was waiting for the summons of the holy decree.

Not long after, a eunuch in charge of the palace personally sent a message back and forth to the saint:

"Little Prince Ling is running around day and night, go to the palace to rest first, and wait for the summons tomorrow."

Ling Xingyue couldn't, so she had to go back to the palace first, plus after many days of traveling, she was indeed quite tired, she went back to wash up briefly, and then ate some food, and then rested, and it was difficult for the soldiers who followed to carefully place the music prepared by Steward Liu before coming on a few carved tables in front of Ling Xingyue's couch, a few wisps of soothing cigarettes rose up, Ling Xingyue had a good night's sleep, only slept until Buddha Xiao appeared, and got up with some pain all over.

The maids and ladies had already prepared hot bath water, as well as sweet brew to avoid thirst during bathing, so they waited for Ling Xingyue to bathe in incense and wait for the summons, so that they could enter the palace and return to the court.

Ling Xingyue was too tired last night, did not take a detailed bath, was already covered in stinky sweat, a little uncomfortable, plus if you go to the store to see the saint like this, it is inevitable to fall into a charge of inappropriateness in front of the temple, if you are close to the audience yesterday, there is still a reason to shirk, if you don't bathe and burn incense today, you must not rush to see the saint.

In King Ling's mansion, in a bathroom that has not been used for many days, there is smoke, Ling Xingyue is slightly closed, sitting quietly in the bathtub, taking a bath, and on the next few tables, a tiger head carved incense burner burns sandalwood with the thickness of a little finger, and wisps of cigarettes are faintly fluttering.

Ling Xingyue didn't really like this kind of smoky miasma very much, good clothes, good people, had to smoke a drowsy taste, and I don't know why the people of this dynasty liked it so much, and even this kind of trick in the capital of the Central Plains has been spread to the remote grassland pastures, including Lan Keman's often incense clothes, coupled with her own dewy breath, it made Ling Xingyue, who has a keen sense of smell, really adapt to it for a while.

Ling Xingyue didn't dislike the incense on Lan Keman's body and asked, it was really because at the beginning, Lan Keman had a good smell of civet and cat grass on his body, and Ling Xingyue, who had been making trouble, couldn't concentrate on what to do, let alone study seriously in the school, that smell alone made Ling Xingyue's body dizzy for a while, and even wanted to eat the pretty "slender cat grass" in front of him that made the civet clan uncontrollable, since that time, Ling Xingyue didn't like the strong smell of people, Whether it was the smell of incense, or the smell of fat powder, or even the smell of cat grass, Ling Xingyue didn't like it all, the only thing that made him intoxicated and mysterious was the breath of spiritual dew on Lan Keman's body, which made him addicted to the bamboo forest in his previous life.

Suddenly remembering Lan Keman's appearance when he saw him for the first time, the shame, anger, annoyance, and his strange emotions of wanting to swallow her "civet cat grass" at that time, Ling Xingyue's face was like a rash, rubbing and reddening, and then this crimson spread downward, and then he phantomed all the bits and pieces of him and Lan Keman in his mind these days, until he felt that Shui Liang was no longer comfortable, and took advantage of the crimson all over his body, and tried his best to suppress his thoughts, I want to get up and dry it, get dressed and leave.

Civets don't like to jump into the pool to bathe, this is nature, often not waiting for the body to be dirty, will use spiritual power to remove the dirt, and make themselves cleaner than any other small animal around them, and the civet family, they like to clean their fur often, and they love beauty very much, which is why they can get the love of many people just by virtue of their cute appearance.