"It's winter, it's freezing outside. I really don't know what the master is interested in." Lingya sat on Ling Mulao's shoulder with her neck curled up, talking with her small yellow mouth.

There was really nothing to see, because it was winter and the imperial garden was desolate, except for the bunches of wintersweet blooming particularly brilliantly.

"There are several plum blossoms in the corner, and Ling Han is blooming alone. I know it's not snow from a distance, because there is a faint fragrance." Her red lips parted lightly, and Ling Muchao suddenly remembered this poem that fit the occasion.

"It's boring, so the spirit duck should go to the imperial kitchen and have a look, steal some chicken legs and eat them!" The spirit duck flapped its wings and was about to fly away alone.

It's different being in the palace. You can eat whatever you want. You can take three chicken drumsticks, eat one, throw one away, and take it away to beat the dog.

"Ouch, who do I think is sitting in the pavilion? It turns out to be sister Rao Fei~" A delicate voice sounded, as if footsteps were stepping on fallen leaves.

There was no need to look back, just by hearing the voice, one could already guess that it was Mo Ruxue.

She is wearing a pink dress and a bright red mink fur on her upper body. Her hair is slightly pulled up in a bun and she has several tassel gold hairpins on her head. She is swaying slightly as she walks.

She was all gorgeous, dressed like a rich man, followed by a large number of palace maids and eunuchs, as if she was afraid that others would not know that she, Mo Ruxue, was the imperial concubine.

Ling Mulao didn't seem to hear, and didn't even raise his brows. He still leaned in the pavilion, his clear eyes falling on the wintersweet.

With her slender talon-like fingers slightly raised, Mo Ruxue twisted her hips and came closer, but because she was worried that Ling Mulao really had measles, she kept a little distance away.

He smiled and said, "Isn't Sister Rao Fei feeling ill? Why are you still here blowing in the wind today? Maybe it's because the emperor spent the night at my palace yesterday, and today I can't think of waiting here for the emperor to pass by."

When Ling Mulao heard this, he immediately wanted to laugh out loud. Although Nangong Yi had read Mo Ruxue's brand last night, he didn't know which unlucky guy would die under the peonies in the end.

However, Ling Mulao did not laugh. After all, this was just a secret that she and Nangong Yi knew, and was a temporary measure to stabilize the harem.

Ling Mulao raised his eyebrows, then stretched out his fingers as white as mutton-fat jade and picked out his ears, "Qinghua, you said it's obviously winter, but where are the sparrows that keep chirping?"

"..." Qinghua heard this and wanted to laugh, but she held it back.

Mo Ruxue's face darkened. After all, she was an imperial concubine, and her status was one level higher than Ling Mulao's. Not only did this woman not be polite when she saw her, she even mocked her as a sparrow.

Suddenly, he stretched out his white jade hand and pointed, "Concubine Rao, you..."

"What am I doing?" Turning around, Ling Mulao's eyes were as cold as snow, which made people's hearts tremble immediately.

Mo Ruxue was slightly startled, and took a step back after being looked at by such a sharp gaze. She immediately put away her fingers and asked the old woman behind her, "What should I do if Concubine Rao commits an offence?"

The old mama was stunned for a moment, and said tremblingly: "Back to the noble concubine, you deserve to be slapped!"

"Okay, then go ahead and give me a good punishment!" Guangxiu flicked, and Moruxue ordered sternly.

In Tianxuan Kingdom, who doesn't know that Ling Mulao is a demon-suppressing saint and a national master? Not to mention the degree of favor she is now, who dares to fight with her powerful martial arts.
Chapter completed!