Chapter 941: See Sang Lan

Chapter 941
Before leaving, Long Moshen set up barriers in both the Regent Palace and the Hou's Mansion. Unless the Immortal Emperor descends, no one can open this barrier.
This enchantment can be managed for thousands of years.
After leaving the Hou Mansion, Wang was still waiting at the door.
However, in addition to Wang, there is a bright yellow soft sedan at the gate.
"Ximen Ting."
You can know who is inside by sweeping the divine consciousness, but you don’t need to look at it. Only the most powerful people in this country can ride in this bright yellow sedan chair.
"Miss Mu San."
Ximen Ting opened the curtain and walked out, "I didn't expect you and the emperor to return to the Xiaoyue Dynasty again. I came here to welcome you back."
He put his attitude very low, instead of using "I", he used "I" to call himself.
"We just come back and take a look."
Long Moshen walked out of the door and said quietly.
Ximen Ting lowered his head and said: "I have seen the emperor."
Although his posture is low, the dignity of the king of a country is still there, and he does not have the feeling that he will be in favor of the flames and want to curry favor with them. This makes Mu Wushuang nod in his heart, and it is not wrong for Ximen Ting to be the emperor. , And he is inseparable from the emperor.
"Since you are here, you should properly arrange the affairs of the Wang family." Long Moshen said to him.
Ximen Ting is the emperor, and he can better arrange for the Wang family so that the Wang family, who has sincerely regretted it, can spend his old age.
"I will settle the Wang family, don't worry about the emperor's uncle and wife."
Simon Ting nodded.
Hearing his call to the emperor's wife, Long Mo was deeply satisfied, and said, "The Xiaoyue Dynasty is more prosperous than it was before, and you can see that your way of running the country is good."
"Thanks for the uncle's compliment!" Ximen Ting said quickly, somewhat flattered. What he feared most was the decisive uncle who killed the uncle. At the same time, he admired him most. Now that he can get his praise, he is happy from the heart.
"In addition to governing the country, we must also pay attention to our own cultivation base, otherwise we will defeat thousands of miles and eventually lose to our children and grandchildren."
Long Moshen said to him.
"Following the emperor's uncle's teachings, I will definitely hurry up and practice, so that the Xiaoyue Dynasty will flourish for generations to come."
Simon Ting said seriously.
Long Moshen patted Ximen Ting on the shoulder.
Mu Wushuang knew that the emperor had a habit of cleanliness and did not like to have physical contact with outsiders. His ability to slap Ximen Ting on the shoulder showed that he still had high hopes for Ximen Ting. After all, half of the Xiaoyue Dynasty was defeated by him.
At the beginning, he was poisoned by his stepmother Jiang Shenghou and almost died on other continents, and his cultivation level also fell to the end. At that time, the emperor of the Xiaoyue Dynasty, that is, the father of Ximen Ting admired the uncle, and he was also kind to the uncle. Will help him lay down the world, and will continue to assist the new emperor after the death of the first emperor.
It's just that the new emperor Ximen Sheng was too suspicious and wanted to kill the emperor, and there was a greedy person inside, which disappointed the emperor.
Now that Simon Ting is so good and a good emperor, it is no wonder that the emperor would pat him on the shoulder.
Ximen Ting's aptitude is not bad, perhaps because he has been concentrating on governing the country over the years, so his cultivation hasn't grown much, so Mu Wushuang took out a bottle of pill to Ximen Ting.
Ximen Ting knew that this medicine was very valuable, and he was grateful, but when he wanted to thank him, Long Moshen and Mu Wushuang were no longer in front of him.
He knew that seeing him this time and seeing him next time, I am afraid it will be countless years later.
Their cultivation is too high and deep, like immortals. He is a thousand miles away from them, but he will cultivate well. Now that the situation in the Xiaoyue Dynasty is stable, he can make time for cultivation. He thought, he practiced seriously. Maybe one day in the future, I will still see the emperor's uncle and the emperor's wife.
Let them see that he Ximen Ting will make Xiaoyue Dynasty prosperous and pass on for thousands of years.
...
"Arrived."
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, so it is safe.
Also, Mu Wushuang gave Sang Lan so much gold and silver. How could she keep the gold and silver without inviting her "bodyguard".
Their appearance did not disturb anyone in the farm.
After arriving, Mu Wushuang released his spiritual sense and saw Sang Lan. What surprised her slightly was that she saw a familiar person, who was actually Yunhao, the guard sent by the uncle to her.
"Yun Hao is also in the farm, Sang Lan will not be with him anymore."
She looked at the emperor and said.
It's not impossible to think about it. Although there was no sign of feelings between Yun Hao and Sang Lan at that time, who could tell what happened later.
They walked in the direction of Sang Lan.
"You little bastard, I'm so angry with my old lady, the sword was broken by you again, our house has a mine, let you make it like this!"
Before I saw her, I heard her loud voice.
Her voice remained the same, as before, but she had become irritable, and her anger could be heard in her voice.
"It seems that the swords you bought are not good enough. Why do the kids break after playing?"
Mu Wushuang said with a chuckle.
Sang Lan was still teaching her little kid. She had already picked up the bamboo stick and half of her pants were taken off. She was about to give her baby's a meal of fried meat with bamboo shoots. When she heard a familiar voice, the bamboo stick "pop" The ground fell to the ground and turned away in shock.
"Miss!"
Sang Lan looked at Mu Wushuang in shock, who is not her own lady!
"Miss! It's really you! Much! Miss, Sang Lan wants you to death!"
Sang Lan put down the little kid in her hand, rushed towards Mu Wushuang, holding her waist in pain: "Miss, you finally remembered Sang Lan, you finally came back to see Sang Lan! Oh, okay Sang Lan! Miss you!"
The kid who survived the catastrophe quietly lifted his pants and hid back, but his mother immediately grabbed the clothes around his neck and lifted it up.
"Miss, this is my and Yun Hao's ineffective son. His name is Yun Zhan and he is five years old this year!"
Sang Lan wiped her tears while mentioning her son and introducing her own lady.
The little guy looked unlovable, but at this time, he saw clearly what the person who made his mother cry looks like. He was still young and didn't know how to describe it. He only knew that he looked pretty, much better than his mother. The little girl that Uncle Gao is holding is also really beautiful, even better than the little sisters from all over the world.
"Snapped!"
Sang Lan slapped Yun Zhan's butt, "I'm rude, call Miss!"
Mu Wushuang waved his hand quickly, and rescued the little guy from Sang Lan's hand, hugged him and said:
"Sell what lady, Sang Lan, you are no longer a maid. Your son just calls me auntie."
With that said, she looked at Xiao Yunzhan's appearance. He looked more like Yun Hao, white and tender, with a somewhat silly feeling, and was quite tall, only five years old, and almost catching up with ordinary children. Years old.
Auntie!
Xiaoyun Zhan quickly shouted.
This auntie smells so good, and so gentle, much gentler than her mother. He felt that this beautiful aunt would definitely not spank him like her mother.