Having said that he was attacked outside the Patriarch's Mansion in Deep Nitrogen City at that time, and found that the assassin was obviously coming for him, Yang Ling couldn't help but feel a little afraid, feeling that he was in the eye of a storm, and how many unknown dangers were waiting for him!

And the white-haired devil Mingmingjun, he was originally a big villain who hijacked himself, but when the new robbers arrived, he led his subordinates to protect themselves, who is right and wrong, friend or foe, and now Yang Ling, just like seeing flowers in the fog, it is difficult to distinguish between truth and falsehood. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Of course, what made Yang Ling sad and desperate the most was that Long Xing was forced to leave Deep Nitrogen City, leaving her alone, Gu Ying felt sorry for herself.

After the attack, under the arrangement of Mingmingjun, Granny Gu moved into the patriarch's mansion on the same day and lived in the side hall of the Guixin Palace, and she began to take care of this girl who couldn't figure out the situation.

At night, thinking of his parents in the world, Yang Ling's tears couldn't help but fall down, and his pillow was soaked. Because she doesn't like to be disturbed, especially Mingmingjun's subordinates, she has always asked everyone to leave the Guixin Hall after washing.

The newly arrived granny Gu knew her habits, and she would return to her own side hall on time and not disturb Yang Ling.

In the huge hall, except for the moonlight shining coldly in front of the window through the shadowless air cover of the patriarch's mansion, everything else was so pale and lifeless.

Yang Ling began to doubt the meaning of her life, in the world of Dao, she was nervously preparing for the college entrance examination, and was looking forward to the upcoming college campus, at that time, she had a goal and hope in life.

But now, Mingmingjun said that she was originally the soul of Xuantian Dao, if this is the case, what is her true identity here?

She tossed and turned, never able to sleep, simply turned over and walked around, but her thoughts couldn't stop, thinking about her parents for a while, thinking of Ah Ming and Ah Xing's rescue for a while, a trace of gratitude and warmth floated in her heart, and then she thought that they were now thousands of miles away, not to mention that the bright Jun in front of her was boundless, Ah Ming and Ah Xing were probably not his opponents at all.

Thinking about it, she suddenly thought of Zhang Qiao, he is now the closest acquaintance to her, but it is a pity that he has been controlled by Mingmingjun with drugs and spells, and has become a walking corpse, thinking of this, Yang Ling couldn't help but sigh.

Although in the past in the world, Zhang Qiao relied on himself to be the son of the principal, quite arrogant, and always pestered himself, which was annoying, but now his situation is really embarrassing, not to mention that in any case, although Zhang Qiao hated it, he didn't do anything to be sorry for himself. As a classmate, you can't sit idly by and ignore what happened to him!

Yang Ling made up his mind at the moment and decided to try to save Zhang Qiao, but he couldn't think of a way to do it for a while.

In this way, until the second half of the night, I barely fell asleep.

The next morning, the weather was neither hot nor cold, Yang Ling slept deeply, and he didn't get up at three poles in the morning, maybe it was because he had been in contact with Long Xing these days, he had been worried and exhausted, he was too tired!

The sunlight shone on the Guixin Palace, shining on the exquisite and warm furnishings in the hall, and the maids held face plates, towels and clothes, and waited quietly in line outside the Yang Ling Dormitory.

Yang Ling's attention had never paid attention to her residence, so she didn't know that in fact, the furnishings in her Guixin Hall were definitely the highest specifications in the entire Patriarch's Mansion.

With the unexpected death of Bright Jun's father, the Deep Nitrogen Clan fell into the abyss of decline, although they retained some territories, they were all barren lands, and the Deep Nitrogen Clan was indeed one of the poorest families in the Arrogant Country, and even in the entire Xuantian Dao.

On weekdays, the expenses of the patriarch's mansion are often stretched, so it can be saved, except for some necessary expenses, a huge mansion is not related to luxury at all.

The sunlight became stronger and stronger, Yang Ling finally woke up, opened his eyes, and in the haze, he saw a person standing straight in front of his bed, facing out of the window, with his hands behind his back, quiet and chic, his body blocked the light on the bed, the sunlight condensed a circle of light around the outline of his body, as if it was Buddha's light, for a short moment, Yang Ling was a little stunned.

Hearing the slight movement, the man turned around, and Yang Ling saw his long white hair clearly, alas, he is here again!

The corners of the girl's mouth twitched slightly, and she felt a little unhappy, and asked, "People are sleeping! Why did you come here?"

Mingmingjun said in a faint whisper: "You and I are husband and wife, we should share the same bed, I follow the broken rules you learned in the world, and I said that I would not touch you, but I didn't say that I wouldn't come to see you!"

Yang Ling was too lazy to answer, his eyes deliberately drifted, as if he couldn't see his existence, put on a light gauze coat, sideways to avoid the white-haired man, and came to the outside of the hall, the maids served basins and towels, and she began to wash. I have to admit that this sleep was really comfortable, she felt relaxed and refreshed.

The maids changed her clothes and put on makeup, perhaps because they looked down on the experience in the house, she did not resist, a set of light makeup, plus the pink and yellow light gauze skirt specially prepared in the patriarch's mansion, the maids were stunned, and they couldn't help but praise their patriarch's wife, gentle and quiet, and generous!

At this time, her disdainful and cold look made the young lady charming.

Mingmingjun was still dressed in a cyan robe, and coldly ordered: "I'll go to the restaurant and wait for you to have breakfast together!"

Saying that, he quietly left the room like the wind, in that wind, Yang Ling felt a familiar smell, since the soul seal, she often smelled this kind of smell around her in her dreams, a bit like sandalwood, but not as strong as sandalwood, which made people naturally feel comfortable and safe.

After being stunned for a while, Yang Ling quickly calmed down, shook his head vigorously, and said to himself: "Hey! What are you doing......? It's too late to be disgusted!"

Although the voice was small, it was clearly heard by the maids around her, and a maid who liked to talk a lot couldn't help but giggle and provoke mischievously: "What's the matter? Madame can't help but start liking the taste of the patriarch?"

Yang Ling didn't know why, she originally only had rejection, fear and hostility towards Mingmingjun, but now when she heard the maid's teasing, her face couldn't help but turn red, and she said: "Nonsense! Kill me, I won't like him!"

The maid turned her head and saw that her lady was blushing, and she smiled even more happily at the moment, but she suppressed her voice and said in a low voice: "What's wrong with liking the patriarch? The patriarch is a talent, and we girls of the Deep Nitrogen Clan, which one is not fascinated by him? Madam, you don't know, right? The news of the patriarch's wife is coming out of Deep Nitrogen City, and everyone is envious of you!"

Yang Ling glared at her and replied, "You like him, right? Okay! Let it be you! Then please let me go!"

The maid still giggled, but did not forget to bow down and apologize: "Madame, don't be angry, I'm telling the truth, I can't worship the patriarch anymore! However, we ordinary people can't intermarry with nobles at all, so ah, I really haven't thought about it from that aspect, Madame made fun of it!"

Another maid who usually doesn't talk much coughed on the side, seeing that the more she talked, the more excited she became, for fear that the little maid would trespass the rules, she quickly pulled her shirt from behind, and whispered to Yang Ling: "Madam, please don't be angry! Lian Huang is always like this, she doesn't dare to joke!"

Yang Ling turned to look at the two maids, this was the first time she had looked at them carefully.

Since she came to Xuantian Dao and was placed under house arrest in the Guixin Palace, she has been extremely upset, mentally distracted, and bored and resistant to everyone and everything here, so the maids can't figure out her mind and character, and don't dare to say much, she has never paid attention to these people, and takes it for granted that they are all the minions of the white-haired devil, and they are the prison guards he sent to monitor him.

Now, she saw clearly that these two girls were the same age as herself, although they were only wearing the uniform gray tight skirts in the patriarch's mansion, there were no decorations on their bodies at all, they were simple and simple, their arms were rolled up and their sleeves were rolled, they looked energetic, healthy and capable, and the appearance of the two girls was also good, although they were not amazing, but they had the feeling of a sister next door, simple and kind, looking at themselves gently and happily.

Yang Ling asked, "Her name is Lian Huang, what about you?"

The maid who didn't talk much hurriedly bowed down and replied, "Madam, the little one's name is Lian Zi, follow Madame's orders!"

Yang Ling saw that their attitude was gentle and respectful, not only was he angry, but he inexplicably had a little warmth that he had not felt for a long time, as if he was in the previous class group, and there were many lively and enthusiastic classmates around him.

She turned around and whispered a warning, "There's nothing to command!

The two girls hurriedly bowed down and said, "The little one doesn't dare! The little one just wants to serve the good lady's diet and daily life! Don't dare to provoke the relationship between the patriarch and the lady!"

Yang Ling felt that their answers sounded very awkward, as if she had a good relationship with Mingmingjun, she was a little embarrassed for a while, and she didn't bother to explain, so she changed the topic and said, "By the way, why do your patriarchs always wear the same clothes?

Lian Huang chuckled again and said softly: "This, Madame doesn't know anything! The patriarch has a soft spot for cyan robes, and he is only willing to wear this style of clothes, so there are many pieces, which he changes every day, which are very neat and clean!"

Yang Ling said thoughtfully: "It's weird! Such an ugly style, it's really visionless!"

Lian Zi replied softly on the side: "The patriarch came here to be frugal and pursue good quality and low price; second, I heard that when the patriarch was a child, her mother had just made him such a robe before she died, and she was about to embroider tweed on the green cloth, and something happened to her!

After a pause, Lian Zi lowered his voice and added: "However, this matter is kept secret in the entire Patriarch's Mansion, we all talk about it in private, Madame, don't mention it in front of the Patriarch, so as not to make him angry!"

Yang Ling thought for a moment and asked, "It's as secretive as it is, then you still tell me?"

When Lian Zi heard this, his heart rose to his throat, and he was extremely nervous, and he knelt down and bowed: "Madame Mingcha! I tell you that it is because Granny Gu specially confessed that as long as we know about the patriarch's private affairs, we don't have to hide it from Madame, saying that it is to let you deepen your understanding of the patriarch." So, when you asked about it just now, I told you the truth!"

Yang Ling sighed and said, "Okay, get up quickly! I already know, don't be so nervous, okay?"

After a period of greetings, Lian Huang and Lian Zi led Yang Ling to the restaurant of Guixin Palace, only to see two sets of tableware facing each other on the table, and Mingmingjun was sitting at the table, waiting quietly. He looked ahead, thoughtfully, heard the movement, and then looked over, only to see a strange commotion flashing in his eyes, but soon regained his composure, and still said lightly: "Dine!"

So, the two of them began to dine in a dull atmosphere, Mingmingjun was expressionless, but he ate a lot, and ate quickly, after the meal, he stood up, looked into Yang Ling's eyes, and said softly: "After Granny Gu confirmed your identity, I passed through the time and space staggered channel, and I saw you in the past, you are so unrestrained and free in the world, it is really enviable! Maybe, since then, I have liked you!"

This confession came suddenly, and when Yang Ling heard the end, he couldn't hold back the mouthful of porridge wrapped in his mouth for a while, and all of it sprayed on the table at once, making a mess. Without waiting for her to react, Mingmingjun turned around casually and walked straight out of the Guixin Palace, leaving a faint but dashing back.