The man quickly stood up, took a shot at everyone, and then closed the door and went out.

The leader bowed his head to eat.

The Big Four exchanged glances with the beauty, and they all became worried.

They didn't seem to be as happy as they expected, because the leader was not happy.

Although the leader did not say a word, it is obvious that she is unhappy. These days, she rarely speaks out.

When the two went out quietly, the leader was still eating silently, and it seemed that they didn't even notice when they went out.

"Beauty, what should I do?"

"I don't think I should let that person serve the master again tomorrow."

The talented man was Shangguan Jinghong's secret guard, who was good at doctors. He would come out to get the pulse of the leader every day when he ate, and then serve the leader, saying that it was the master's order that eating those things would be good for the lady's body.

The leader began to politely refuse him to serve dishes, but this person was very polite and asked again and again, and the leader was not easy to refuse.

...

The voices of the two girls whispered outside, condensing the dishes in the bowl, the leader closed his eyes deeply, and a tear quietly rolled into the bowl. This group of secret guards will follow them for a long time after this man. After reaching the destination, some will become her servants, and some will live nearby and protect her all the time... That is his order.

*****

Rui Wang Mansion.

Qing Ling watched the man walking out of the study. He had recently contracted a cold. Although he was skilled in medicine, he didn't know why he didn't get better. His body quickly lost weight. At this time, her body was still burning. She was angry and distressed. After all, she couldn't bear it. I walked over quickly, "Jinghong, how long do you want to stay like this? You won't see Zongpu when he comes over—"

"Ling, have you ever thought about leaving Chaoge and going back to your world? I have read it in a book. The claim of possession is just not true or false."

Shangguan Jinghong asked suddenly, Qing Ling was startled, and then he held his arm and shook his head with a smile: "I am not a leader. I will not leave when you are in trouble. I will stay by your side forever. So that you will become king."

"Enthroned as king?" Shangguan Jinghong also smiled lightly.

"Jinghong, don't be discouraged, we will definitely be able to pass this hurdle."

They are acquaintances. She... Shangguan's eyes fell on the woman's hand on his arm, "Tell me about the things in your world. Where is that place and how should I go? What countries are there?"

When Qing Ling asked him about this, his spirit was slightly lifted, "What should I say, unless the power of gods and Buddhas, people can't go there, so I said I am afraid that I will disappear due to force majeure..."

"Will it disappear at any time?" Shangguan Jinghong's eyes dimmed, Qing Ling felt a hint of joy, but he heard the voice of the old iron, "Master, the carriage is ready."

"Come back and talk about it." Shangguan Jinghong coughed slightly, reached out and shook her hand and put it down, and walked out quickly.

In the study, everyone was slightly happy, and Jing Qing jumped up for joy, "Master said a lot today, and he has hardly said anything these days."

"Fortunately, you are here, Qing'er." Fang Ming was also somewhat relieved.

"Well, luckily I am not in the Prince's Mansion now."

"Ms. Qingling, what is your world? What is possession?" Jing Qingwei hesitated and asked.

"Next time I tell your father, you and everyone will listen together." Qing Ling smiled slightly.

Although Jing Ping and Fang Ming were also puzzled, they were more worried about Shangguan being shocked. Jing Ping saw that Lao Tie was not accompanying him, and asked with a wry smile: "Uncle Tie, won't you go with your master?"

Old Tie shook his head, his expression deepened, "Does he let people follow? These days, we have been following to persuade him, and let him point the acupuncture points and let the young man send him back."

Seeing the crowd at a loss, Qing Ling said indifferently, "Singing and having fun, let him relax. When he comes back at night, I will have a good talk with him. If he goes again, I will go there in person. I am. I don't believe he can let me go to that kind of place."

Fang Ming said: "Qing'er, this will bother you."

Lao Tie glanced at Fang Ming but thought: This matter may not be the case for Qing Ling, unless it is that...

He felt a slight difference, but saw that Jing Ping's eyes were worried, and he looked at him thoughtfully.

*****

Tianxiang Pavilion.

This is a very famous place for fireworks in Chaoge. Although the whole street is full of smoke and willows, it is definitely a lively place.

At this moment, a woman is playing and singing on the stage, but she sees that she does not apply powder, her cheeks are red and her brows are like daisies, and her beautiful eyes are like plums. If her cheeks are not slightly flawed, teach one. The little finger's knuckle is like a crescent moon with a small scar embedded in the cheek, but she is a stunning beauty, with a graceful tone in the Qing Dynasty, and the sound of the piano is also outstanding.

This is precisely Cui Mingshuang, the ugly oiran in this Goulan courtyard recently.

At this time, while singing and playing, she quietly looked at the man with a green robe and iron face among the many guests in the seat.

She knew who this man was.

In the past, the power was overwhelming, but today the king and grandson are in trouble.

But he attracted her alone. Because he was different from those high-ranking officials who coveted her. He liked her and came to listen to her playing the piano. He once asked the maidservant in the courtyard to send her a piece of paper, which pointed out the omissions in her piano art, and said: I can heal the wound on your face.

He came almost every day, and he didn't ask his mother to accompany him. He drank alone, and when he was drunk, the little servant who was driving came in tremblingly and helped him away. She was originally the daughter of a merchant. Her father failed in business and owed huge debts. She was forced to fall into the dust.

However, the shrewd bustard here wants her slightly flawed face as a selling point. The son-in-law has been used to too many glamorous beauties——

Unless, a few days later, on the ** bidding night, he can pay a high price to buy her back...

He seems to be ill these past two days, coughing constantly, his eyes are gray, cold, dark, and his complexion is very bad. He was still drinking, his eyes kept staring at her.

She was delighted and hurt, and was surprised to see the few luxurious men brought in by the bustard's mother at the end.