Seeing that the situation was taking a turn for the worse, Mo was about to lose his own safety, and immediately decided to sacrifice Mama Chen and Cai Ling.

Today's events are too evil, Feng Huanling and Zhi Yao, who obviously don't know how to swim in water, have not been drowned, not to mention, they were still rescued by King Cheyue, who has not set foot in the Prime Minister's Mansion for more than ten years.

However, Mo Shi only thought that Zhi Yao was pretending to be cautious and stupid on weekdays, but in fact, the city was deep and dangerous!

Where would she have thought that Miss Fengsi, who has always been cowardly and timid, has been watched by her since she was a child, has already been reborn!

"Old lady, since Huanling has been designated, then today's incident must be the fault of Mama Chen and Cai Ling, and please punish the old lady heavily according to the family law! But these two minions are from my yard after all, so I ask the old lady to also fine me this month's money. ”

The Long family, who is over sixty years old, how can he not see Mo's thoughts?

This matter must be Mo's intention to get rid of Zhi Yao, and even the little granddaughter of Yu is the target of her original plan to "kill two birds with one stone", not "implicated"!

Looking at Feng Huanling, who was looking at him expectantly, the Long family sighed helplessly.

Today's incident has become too big, and the Long family can only choose to pretend to be confused, close his eyes and wave his hand, and order people to escort Mama Chen and Cai Ling, who keep shouting injustice, into the torture room to be punished.

"Is the prince satisfied with this result?"

Until her ears were completely quiet, the old lady Fang Chong opened her phoenix eyes again and turned her head to look at King Cheyue.

"My aunt has always had clear rewards and punishments, and this is a family matter in the Prime Minister's Mansion, how can this king be dissatisfied?"

Long Yucang leisurely unfolded the ink folding fan in his hand and shook it gently, and his words were very out of the way.

At dusk, the carriage printed with the emblem of the Cheyue Palace, just left the avenue in front of the Prime Minister's Mansion, and a blue-gray shadow had flashed out of the carriage, and a few ups and downs jumped into the high wall of the Prime Minister's Mansion.

Cheyue Palace.

When Luo Xian returned to the mansion to resume his life, the sky was dark and the wind and rain had stopped.

In the starless night sky, a white figure sits against the window with a scroll in one hand.

"She's okay, right?"

Long Yucang put down the scroll in his hand, and his clear eyes containing the moonlight lowered slightly.

"The subordinates hid in the dark and listened to what the Shangguan doctor said, the fourth lady was only infected with some wind and cold, and it was not a big deal. The two minions who had planned the murder had been beaten to death in the torture chamber. ”

Although he has been following for many years, Luo Xian still unconsciously admires and bows down willingly in the face of his master's peerless demeanor.

"Well, I've worked hard for you today, go down and rest."

Luo Xian took the order to retreat, Long Yucang slowly got up, the plain white brocade robe fluttered suddenly, he had paced to the bookcase, and took out a beautiful painting scroll from the narrow brocade box.

Slowly unfolded, a beautiful and heroic woman gradually appeared on the snow-white rice paper, and she was the queen of today's saint - Yan Wushuang.

Long Yucang looked at the painting for a long time with a dark and uncertain gaze by the light golden candlelight, until the long loose hair like ink brocade behind his back slid over his shoulders and fell on the scroll, and he blinked his ink-colored eyes as if he had just woken up from a dream.

Carefully putting the scroll aside, he spread out a new piece of rice paper on the bookcase again, lifted the warm white jade wolf, and moved the pen like a fly.

Under the splashing of ink, the originally pale paper gradually reveals a lifelike and pure face.

It was a girl who looked like she was only ten years old, her face was like a peach blossom but she was not a demon, her eyes were clear but not charming, her lips were fresh but not vulgar if she was a cherry, and her shallow smile was like a sweet osmanthus brew.

This beautiful woman. It is the fourth lady of the Prime Minister's Mansion, Feng Huanling!

Long Yucang's lively Feng Huanling is obviously not the cowardly and timid mute fourth lady in the past, and there is a clear and heroic posture between her smart eyebrows, as well as a flamboyant and calm arrogance.

"This time, I will never let you suffer any more grievances......"

After staring at his face in the painting for a long time, his long-stagnant brush fell again, and he carefully picked up two lines of small characters in the blank corner.

In this life, I don't care about the common people, I just want Shouqing to be happy.

What does it matter if you ask for it, and pour it out to the whole world?

Put down the pen and slowly touch the cheek of the person in the painting with your fingertips.

Thousands of turns, as if untouched, as if depicting the world's most precious treasure.