Chapter 932 Seeing Sang Lan

Chapter 941 Seeing Sang Lan

Before leaving, Long Moshen set up a barrier in both the regent's palace and the Hou's residence. Unless the Immortal Emperor comes, no one can open this barrier.

This enchantment can last for thousands of years.

After leaving the Hou residence, Mr. Wang was still waiting at the door.

However, in addition to Wang's, there was a bright yellow soft sedan parked outside the gate.

"Simon Ting."

As soon as the consciousness is swept away, you can know who is inside, but you don't need to look, the only people who can ride this bright yellow sedan chair are the supreme powers of this country.

"Miss Mu San."

Ximen Ting lifted the curtain and walked out, "I didn't expect that you and Uncle Huang would return to the Xiaoyue Dynasty again. I came here specially to welcome you back."

His attitude is very low, instead of using "Zhen", he uses "I" to refer to himself.

"We're just coming back to see."

Long Moshen walked out of the door and said softly.

Ximen Ting lowered his head and said, "I have seen Uncle Huang."

Although his attitude is low, the dignity of the king of a country is still there, and there is no feeling that he wants to curry favor with them. This makes Mu Wushuang nodded in his heart, and it is not wrong for Ximen Ting to be the emperor. Now the country is prosperous and the country is safe. , and he is inseparable from the emperor.

"Since you are here, you will properly arrange the affairs of the Wang family." Long Moshen said to him.

Ximen Ting is the emperor, he can better arrange for the Wang family, so that the Wang family who has truly repented can spend his old age in peace.

"I will place the Wang family well, the emperor's uncle and sister-in-law can rest assured."

Simon Ting nodded.

Hearing him calling the Queen's Sister-in-law, Long Mo was deeply satisfied and said, "The Xiaoyue Dynasty is more prosperous than it was in the past, which shows that you have a good way of governing the country."

"Thank you Uncle for your praise!" Ximen Ting said quickly, a little flattered. Back then, what he feared most was the uncle who was decisive in killing him, and he also admired him the most. Now that he can get his praise, he is happy from the bottom of his heart.

"In addition to governing the country, you must also pay attention to your own cultivation, otherwise you will conquer thousands of miles of land and eventually lose to your descendants."

Long Mo Shen said to him.

"I will follow the teachings of the uncle, and I will speed up my cultivation, so that the Xiaoyue Dynasty will prosper for generations to come."

Simon Ting said seriously.

Long Mo patted Simon Ting on the shoulder.

Mu Wushuang knew that the uncle had a habit of cleanliness and did not like to have physical contact with outsiders. He could pat Ximen Ting on the shoulder, which showed that he still had high hopes for Ximen Ting.

Back then, he was poisoned by someone sent by his stepmother Jiang Shenghou, and almost died in another continent. His cultivation also fell to the bottom. At that time, the emperor of the Xiaoyue Dynasty, that is, the father of Ximen Ting, admired his uncle, and was kind to him. Only then will he help him conquer the country, and will continue to assist the new emperor after the death of the previous emperor.

It's just that the new emperor, Ximen Sheng, was too suspicious and wanted to kill the uncle, and he was a man of pleasure, which made the uncle extremely disappointed.

Now that Ximen Ting is so good and a good emperor, it's no wonder the uncle patted him on the shoulder.

Ximen Ting's aptitude is not bad, maybe because he has been concentrating on governing the country all these years, so his cultivation base has not grown much, so Mu Wushuang took out a bottle of medicinal herbs and gave it to Ximen Ting.

Ximen Ting knew that this medicinal pill was worth a fortune, and was grateful, but when he wanted to thank him, Long Moshen and Mu Wushuang were no longer in front of him.

He knew that this time, the next time we saw each other, it would probably be countless years later.

Their cultivation is too high, like immortals. He is 108,000 miles away from them, but he will cultivate well. Now that the situation in the Xiaoyue Dynasty is stable, he can make time to cultivate. He thought, he cultivated seriously, Maybe one day in the future, I can see the uncle and sister-in-law.

Let them see that his Ximen Ting will make the Xiaoyue Dynasty prosper for a long time and inherit it for thousands of years.

...

"arrive."

In the blink of an eye, the family of four arrived on a small farm.

This farm is very simple, but there are many strong men guarding it outside the farm, so it is safe.

Also, Mu Wushuang gave Sang Lan so much gold and silver, how could she keep it if she didn't invite "bodyguards".

Their presence did not disturb anyone in the farm.

After arriving, Mu Wushuang released his consciousness and saw Sang Lan. To her slight surprise, she saw a familiar person, who was actually Yun Hao, the bodyguard sent by her uncle before.

"Yunhao is also in the farm, Sang Lan is not with him, right?"

She looked at the uncle and said.

It's not impossible to think about it. Although there was no sign of a relationship between Yun Hao and Sang Lan at that time, who can say for sure what happened later.

They walked in the direction of Sang Lan.

"You little bastard, you are so mad at the old lady, and you broke the sword again. We have mines in our family and let you build it like this!"

Before I saw her, I heard her loud voice.

The voice remained the same, the same as before, but it became irritable, and her anger could be heard in her voice.

"It seems that the swords you bought are not good. Why do children break when they play?"

Mu Wushuang said with a light smile.

Sang Lan was still teaching her little child a lesson, but she had already picked up the bamboo stick, half of her pants were taken off, and was about to give the child a meal of fried meat with bamboo shoots. When she heard a familiar voice, the bamboo stick "snapped". The ground fell to the ground, and turned his face in shock.

"Miss!"

Sang Lan looked at Mu Wushuang in shock, this is not her own lady!

"Miss! It's really you! Woohoo! Miss, Sang Lan misses you!"

Sang Lan put down the little boy in her hand, rushed towards Mu Wushuang, hugging her waist in pain: "Miss, you finally think of Sang Lan, you finally come back to see Sang Lan! Woohoo, hello Sanglan Miss you!"

The little boy who escaped the catastrophe quietly raised his pants and ducked back, but his mother grabbed the clothes around his neck and lifted them up.

"Miss, this is the unfinished son of Yun Hao and I. His name is Yun Zhan, and he is five years old this year!"

While wiping away tears, Sang Lan mentioned her son and introduced her young lady.

The little guy looked unlovable, but at this time, he saw clearly what the person who made his mother cry looked like. He was still young, and he didn't know how to describe it. He only knew that he was beautiful, much better than his mother, and The little girl that Uncle Gao was holding was also really good-looking, even better than this little sister from all over the world.

"Snapped!"

Sang Lan slapped Yun Zhan's ass, "It's rude, call Miss!"

Mu Wushuang quickly waved his hand, and rescued the little guy from Sang Lan's hands, picked it up and said:

"What do you call Miss, Sang Lan, you are no longer a maid, your son can just call me auntie."

As she said that, she looked at Xiao Yunzhan's appearance. She looked more like Yun Hao. She was white and tender, but she felt a little naive, and she was very tall. Years old.

Auntie!

Xiaoyun Zhan shouted quickly.

This aunt is so fragrant and gentle, much gentler than her mother. He felt that this beautiful aunt would definitely not spank him like her mother.