That night, Yang Ling had another strange dream, in which she clearly felt that she had two consciousnesses in an inexplicable form of existence. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

One of them seemed to be her own, and this consciousness was helping her to analyze, telling her that this dream must have been caused by some unlucky soul seal, and that she had to drag herself into that person's space in the dream, where it was full of conflicts, insecurity, fear, resentment, all kinds of negative situations, which made people unable to sleep well, and this consciousness expressed great boredom.

The other consciousness is that of the little boy who appeared in the dream before, and now he is feeling a boundless sense of helplessness, the fire in front of him is burning, and the entire Dark Nitrogen Clan Patriarch's Mansion is raging with flames, he is so anxious that he stomps his feet, he wants to open his mouth and shout to save his parents! Maybe it's because in the dream, he can't shout, so he is even more anxious.

At this moment, a guard with a face covered with black ash and blood, embarrassed, and in a hurry, knelt down on one knee in front of him, crying: "Young Master!

A voice angrily rebuked: "Shui Langjun, this treacherous man! Shameless! At this time, if he hadn't used the Great Law of Driving Water, how could he have been able to extinguish this fire!"

He followed the sound and turned around to see that it was the butler of Yongquan! He was much younger than he was now, his face flushed with anger, and his gray face was anxious and aggrieved, he was left by his master to take care of the young master, so he couldn't rush up to save people in person! The order sent to ask for help was also given by him, and when he received such an answer, he was extremely disappointed in Shui Langjun.

The little boy in the dream was surrounded by despair, he felt that his tears could not be contained, but he was the only concubine of the patriarch of the Deep Nitrogen Clan, he couldn't cry, thinking about it, the more uncomfortable it became, and he felt that his chest began to bulge, bulge, and he couldn't bear it anymore......

Yang Ling sat up, sweating profusely, panting, and his heart was pounding.

She made up her mind and came to the table to drink a glass of water, oh my God, the soul seal, the young master, the Yongquan steward, the concubine of the patriarch of the deep nitrogen clan, and the king of water waves...... It's too real, Yang Ling shook his head vigorously, trying to wake himself up, the little boy in the dream was already about to come out, wasn't it the white-haired bright gentleman!

If this dream was true, it would be too pitiful for him to watch his parents die at such a young age! No wonder he had an unusually strange temper, cold and cruel.

At this time, the sky was already dark, and the maids who were waiting outside heard movement in the house, and hurriedly came in to serve, and Yang Ling's drowsiness was also driven away without a trace, so they began to prepare to wash and change clothes.

At this time, Lian Huang on the side couldn't hide the smile on his face, and said to Yang Ling: "Madam! Do you know? Lian Hong annoyed the patriarch last night! Now the word has spread in the house!"

Yang Ling shook her head helplessly, she didn't want to pay attention to these things chasing after the wind and shadows, before in Puguang City, she was quite disgusted by the gossip between the neighbors, but now, it seems that she has a feeling of involuntariness, she originally felt that the things that had nothing to do with her slowly showed irrefutable results, that is, they were all closely related to her, so she did not block Lian Huang's communication at the moment.

Lian Huang's voice jumped, as happy as if he had just discovered the New World, and said: "Madam! These days, aren't the patriarchs sleeping at Lian Hong's place! I have a few sisters, she is a maid in the training camp for dead soldiers, and the sisters have been bullied by Lian Hong for more than a day or two, and they all hate her! It's just that she has extraordinary ability, and everyone easily doesn't dare to provoke her!"

Yang Ling found more and more that Lian Huang was quite talented in acting, and when she conveyed gossip news, she painted her voice and color, and would imitate the demeanor and voice of different characters, just listen to her continue:

"It is said that she was fine at the beginning last night, but when the patriarch came, he asked her, 'Is the transaction completed from the last hunt?' Lian Hong was very good at pleasing her, and quickly replied: 'Husband, you can rest assured! The gold has been exchanged for high-quality bows and arrows!

As he spoke, Lian Huang was speechless: "Tsk! It's still called 'husband'! Lian Hong is always so shameless!" When he said this, Lian Huang's own face flushed.

"Then the patriarch asked: 'You have taught me all the charms of the dead soldiers, but there is still one ...... missing' Lian Hong replied shyly: 'Husband, the concubine body will not hesitate to cultivate these dead soldiers, all for you! Of course, the dead mantra will be taught to you, and I will never keep it! It's just that this is a big black! He is now your new lady's bodyguard! I want to keep the charm! Otherwise, I don't worry! In the future, you will run to the new lady and forget about the concubine!"

Lian Huang imitated Lian Hong's voice vividly, and the soft and charming image couldn't help but give Yang Ling goosebumps.

Lian Huang's eyes suddenly widened at this time, and he asked Yang Ling expectantly, "Madam, guess what?"

Seeing Yang Ling's puzzled face, she stomped her foot and said excitedly: "The patriarch was already cold, so he put on his coat at that time, left from the training camp of the dead, and spent the night in his study!"

Yang Ling shook his head as if he had heard a farce between a husband and wife who had nothing to do with him. After thinking about it, when she asked to lift Zhang Qiao's spell the day before, Mingmingjun had clearly told her that Zhang Qiao's spell could not be lifted, so he went to Lian Hong again and asked Lian Hong to teach him all the charms, so the two of them also had a conflict, Yang Ling faintly felt that although this matter was caused by Zhang Qiao, the internal reason should be that there is an indescribable entanglement between Mingmingjun and Lian Hong, and it seems that they are not so sweet.

Anyway, now in Yang Ling's mind, Lian Hong's image is both enchanting and pathetic.

She straightened her headdress and casually asked, "What? Don't the maid sisters you said like Lian Hong?"

Lian Zi, who usually doesn't talk much, was also teased at this time, she didn't wait for Lian Huang to speak, she sighed first, and said: "Madame doesn't know anything! We maids are all members of the Deep Nitrogen Clan, but none of them are nobles, and the Deep Nitrogen Clan has always lived a relatively hard life, so it is already our blessing to be able to be a maid in the Patriarch's Mansion! The names of the maids in the house all start with the word 'Lian', as long as the name is a hyphen, they are still maids, and even Red!"

She saw that her wife was listening seriously, so she continued to explain seriously: "We are arrogant and pay attention to wives and children, and nobles will definitely marry nobles, so as a maid, you can't think about it! Lian Hong is an exception, since it is an exception, of course it is not understood by the sisters!"

Lian Huang took a sip and said, "Hmph! Exceptional? Too exceptional! In my opinion! She just planned to seduce the patriarch!"

Lian Zi interrupted her and continued to explain: "Our patriarch's mansion is busy all year round, a person has to do a lot of work, and as long as he has the ability, there is no place that he can't play! Lian Hong first helped in the pharmacy, but she didn't know what medical book she learned thaumaturgy, plus she was talented, she kept experimenting, and she actually refined a drug that can control people's minds, and then, she practiced a little soul alchemy from nowhere, and the drug plus her unique soul alchemy, she invented the unique dead man in the Xuantian Dao! After that, the patriarch blessed her!"

When Lian Zi said this, she sighed sympathetically and said, "It's a pity that up to now, in addition to being the person in charge of the Dead Soldier Training Camp, Lian Hong is actually by the side of the patriarch, and she has no name at all! However, madam, you have also seen it, she is enchanting and gorgeous, acting freely, except for the patriarch, she has not seen anyone in this mansion in the eyes, the sisters are called by her, and when they are unhappy, they are still angry, of course everyone dares to be angry and dare not speak, and they are all aggrieved in their hearts!"

Yang Ling nodded, she understood a little that the relationship between Mingmingjun and Lian Hong was full of the temptation of body and interests, which was too realistic!

At this time, through Lian Zi's words, she suddenly realized that the dead man didn't seem to be too much of a secret in the patriarch's mansion, and she didn't understand the mechanism, so she asked Lian Zi and them casually, but she didn't expect that the calm Lian Zi did understand more and more deeply than Lian Huang.

Lian Zi said unhurriedly: "The dead man completely puts his life and death out of the way, each dead man has a unique set of charms, as long as the spell is there, he is a dead man, only when the spell is lifted, he can be completely out of control! When the spell is applied, the signal of the master of the dead man is input into his body, and he will obey the instructions of the master, these dead soldiers only have two masters, that is, the patriarch and Lian Hong! We all know the method, but only Lian Hong has the ability to cast spells! She imparts the contents of the spell to the patriarch, who can exercise all the control behind her!"

Yang Ling looked at herself in the mirror, and couldn't help but be stunned, not long after she came to Xuantian Dao, she suddenly felt that she looked a lot older! Sitting in a serious posture, she looked more and more like a person in the Xuantian Dao, and it seemed that the student spirit in the human Dao had disappeared! Oh my God! She sighed secretly.

Just then, the guards came to report that the patriarch was already waiting in the dining room to have breakfast with his wife.

This bright gentleman, who spent the night at the beauty's place at night, and came to his place for breakfast in the morning, is he not too tired? Yang Ling thought as he walked. Lian Huang reminded in a low voice on the side: "It stands to reason that the patriarch was annoyed by Lian Hong last night and was unhappy, madam, be careful!"

Yang Ling ignored Lian Huang's advice, she didn't want to care about his psychological state, whether she was happy or not, it had nothing to do with her, her biggest hope now was that Zhang Qiao could practice as soon as possible, and then implement their plan together.

At the dinner table, there was not a word.

When the meal was about to end, Mingmingjun broke the silence and said: "As the wife of the patriarch, you are not able to fulfill your responsibility to serve the patriarch, but your responsibility among the people is inexhaustible! Although I have blocked the news from the outside world, in our own Deep Nitrogen City, with the news of the lady, you have already left without a long time! Today, you will go with me to the city for a small-scale inspection!"

Yang Ling knew that there was another opportunity to go out of the mansion to inspect, and to Mingmingjun's surprise, she readily agreed. However, she insisted on taking Zhang Qiao with her, and privately did not forget to remind him that he must seize the opportunity to observe the situation outside the mansion in case he escapes in the future.

Out of the Guixin Palace, a simple carriage had been waiting outside for a long time, and Mingmingjun forcibly took Yang Ling's hand and took her to sit side by side in the carriage. The Yongquan steward led a group of servants from the Patriarch's Mansion to serve in front of and behind the carriage. Gu Po Ma and Zhang Qiao were among those people and followed on foot.

After Yang Ling sat down, he quickly broke free of Mingmingjun's hand, a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then, he took the initiative to let go of her, turned his eyes to the front, straightened his green robe, and his cold expression resurfaced, showing a cold aristocratic style.

Yang Ling faintly felt that a sharp gaze was stabbing at her somewhere, making her feel like she was on pins and needles, and when she turned around to look for it, she found that in the forest next to the Guixin Palace, there was a woman with a graceful figure and a bright red and dazzling body, who was Lian Hong!

She quickly turned around and said to Mingmingjun, who had a calm face, "Why don't you take Lian Hong out to inspect? She is your de facto lady! I'm not!"

Mingmingjun didn't tilt his head, and replied indifferently: "My lady, there is only you!

At that moment, Yang Ling felt as if he was being hit by a cool breeze, and his whole body was cold.