The Devil King of fast wear was a little sweet ( Machine Translation )

No!

His sister's personality had always been quiet.

If she really reached that position, she would have to face the women in the palace for the rest of her life and help the saints with the palace affairs.

What fun would she have in this life?

Mother Ling said, "if Wangxi really reaches that stage, it would be good. In this life, as long as we keep to ourselves, we don't have to worry about her in the palace. "

Her low words immediately made Father Ling and Ling Lizhi Fall Silent.

They looked at the young girl together with a hint of sadness in their eyes.

Xia Ling... ... Goosebumps appeared on her body again ...

She had married into the palace voluntarily!

Voluntarily, underline the key points, read it three times!

Why did Father Ling, Mother Ling, and Ling Lizhi always feel that she had jumped into the fire pit by entering the palace Was She seeking death?

They tried their best to stop her from entering the palace, but they did not tell her why.

Xia Ling's curiosity was a little high, but she would be stopped by the way they wanted to speak. She did not even want to sleep and only cared about feeling uncomfortable.

She allowed them to look at her, turned around, and walked to mother Ling.

"Father, mother, when I enter the palace, all of you have to be well. "

"brother, you have to take good care of father and mother at home. Don't go to those foul places and stir up trouble. "

She reminded them one by one.

Xia Ling remembered that the original owner was having a hard time in the palace, but the Ling family did not live up to her expectations.

She was not the original owner. If the Ling family was still the same as she remembered, then Xia Ling... ... would probably stop the losses in time when such a sign appeared in the Ling family ...

... Let the members of the Ling family return home and live a normal life.

"Wang Xi / sister, don't worry. We have everything in the residence. You just need to live well in the palace. " The three of them said in unison.

When they finished speaking, the scene fell silent.

Looking at the young girl's slightly pale face, Ling Lizhi immediately thought of another face.

The Saint was trying to break up a pair of lovers. HOW CRUEL!

He couldn't help but ask, "sister, do you want to meet Qing Shan again before you enter the palace? "

"Ling Lizhi! " Mother Ling was furious. "Don't come up with any bad ideas! Your sister is now the Jie Yu of the palace. I don't know how many people are watching her. Are you trying to kill her? "

Pursing his lips, Ling Lizhi lowered his head.

He also knew that he should not have said this.

If Ling Wangxi met Fu Qingshan, it would probably be the last time in her life. He wanted them to say goodbye properly.

When Ling Wangxi entered the palace, if it was not for the palace banquet, it would be difficult for them to meet again and say anything... ...

Xia Ling's brows furrowed at first.

From the original owner's point of view, she should feel a little guilty towards Fu Qingshan.

But for some reason, when Xia Ling thought of Fu Qingshan, she could feel some special emotional fluctuations from her memories.

"Alright, brother, help me arrange it. We'll do it in secret so that no one will find out, " Xia Ling replied.

Father Ling: "Wangxi, you have to know your limits. "

Xia Ling: "It's alright, father. It's just a meeting to say goodbye. It doesn't matter if father and brother are present. "

Her eyes were clear and her tone was upright.

Looking at her, it didn't seem like she was reluctant or sad.

Could she really take it up, put it down, or hide the pain in her heart?

Father Ling said, "alright, then leave it to me to make the arrangements. "

Ling Lizhi did things rashly and he was worried.

*

Ji Yuan received a letter from outside the palace.

The Ling Public House sent an invitation to Fu Qingshan. The letter said that it was Ling Lizhi.

But the Secret Guard reported that this invitation was actually Ling Wangxi wanting to say goodbye to Fu Qingshan.

Good-bye?

A subtle and unknown emotion floated up from his thin lips.