After the violent wolf lord was reborn, he became sickly!

Ning Yun, who was on duty in the distance, had been observing secretly. Seeing the two masters talking and laughing again, he breathed a sigh of relief and rolled up his sleeves to wipe the cold sweat from his head.

Oh my goodness, after the queen woke up, the Wolf Lord became even more moody and difficult to serve.

He secretly raised his eyes. The man in front of the imperial desk had little expression on his face, and his aura softened. The woman next to him was grinding while whispering something in a low voice.

Suddenly, the man twitched the corners of his lips and looked towards him.

Ning Yun immediately straightened his sleeves, put the whisk on his back, and then trotted over quickly.

"Wolf Lord."

"Go to the Ministry of Internal Affairs and get the wedding attire."

"Here!"

Ning Yun lowered his head with a smile, his heart now clear as a mirror as to why the Wolf Lord smiled because of what the Queen had just said.

Xiao Linglang looked at Ning Yun, whose face was full of wrinkles as he smiled, and the corners of her mouth twitched slightly.

She just asked about tomorrow's affairs out of curiosity, not in a hurry.

Tuoba Jin didn't care about these things. The fact that the little girl asked about it meant that she cared about him.

Scratching her cheek, Tuoba Jin's pair of black eyes were as calm as an abyss hiding unknown risks.

"Linglang."

Xiao Linglang's dense eyelashes flickered. When he called her by this name, it was probably not a good thing.

"Tomorrow, I will give you a special and unforgettable gift." He emphasized the last part of his words, and the darkness in his eyes flashed with extreme madness.

Chang Hui was really eloquent. The princess died and he had disappeared for such a long time, but he managed to coax the King of Nanliang with just a few words.

He even dared to go on a diplomatic mission on behalf of Southern Liang.

He was kind enough to give him a breath of life out of the little girl's consideration. Now Yue'er was on his side. It was creepy that the "dead" person was still alive.

Tuoba Jin's gloomy expression faded, he stroked the person who was reading the memorial seriously, and chuckled in his heart.

In this life, the next life, and all the lives to come, she will stay by his side obediently. Whether he loves her or not, she will naturally fall in love with him over time.

The wizard said that even if she woke up, she would not live for more than a few years. She probably didn't pay attention to it. She would occasionally sleep for a long time. The only way to prolong her life was to put her back in the soul-locking formation and give her talismans and medicine to take every day.

He didn't believe in these sorcerers' witchcraft, but what if the imperial physician couldn't find out the reason for her occasional drowsiness? Normally, she just made him angry occasionally, and most of the time she still loved him very much.

Filling the array with the bones of those who devoured the flesh and blood of the people would both serve to vindicate the people and nourish her, achieving the best of both worlds.

As for Chang Hui, Tuoba Jin's dark eyes flashed with mockery. He gave her to him in the previous life, and he still dared to think about her and try to win her heart. This time, he should just give his life to her.

Fortunately, it was the red line between him and the little girl, he would give him a quick death and would not torture him this time.

Xiao Linglang just prayed in her heart, hoping that everything would be normal and nothing weird would happen.

The next day, at daybreak, Xiao Linglang was picked up by Tuoba Jin in a daze.

She rubbed her sleepy face and stared blankly at the man in front of her who was dressed in solemn black auspicious clothes. She was a little dazed for a moment.

Tuoba Jin lowered his head and kissed Xiao Linglang's forehead, covering her eyes with his hands, "Yue'er, sleep a little longer."

The voice was so gentle that it seemed to be able to squeeze water out of it.

Abnormal, really abnormal.

But her tired brain couldn't think so much, and Xiao Linglang fell asleep in his arms again.

Tuoba Jin took the medicine, and the aphrodisiac on his body had no effect on him.

The auspicious robes and crowns had already been neatly arranged by the palace servants and placed aside.

Tuoba Jin held the unconscious Xiao Linglang in his arms, removed the evil ointment from her body, and took her into the bathroom where the talisman water was placed.

Today, it is more of a blood sacrifice than a wedding.

He wants his girl to live a long life.

……

Luntu sat on a stool, wiping the knife, staring at the polished blade and lost in thought.

Zilan came out with her clothes on, and seeing her husband's rare serious look, she couldn't help but feel a little worried. She and her husband were ministers in the Wolf Lord's palace when he was in his secret residence. Compared with those people in the royal court, they were considered to be people who understood Tuoba Jin.

Zilan said nothing, walked over and poured her husband a glass of mellow liquor.

"Protect the Wolf Lord."

"Of course, the Wolf Lord is my life, Luntu." Luntu stared, picked up the wine glass and drank it all. After drinking, he put the glass down rudely and looked at Zilan's belly with gentle eyes.

"Madam, thank you for your hard work. Please take good care of your daughter."

Zilan's eyes were a little hot, and she raised her hand to slap Luntu, "You should be good to me, take care of the Wolf Lord, take care of yourself, and sleep in the West Garden when you come back!"

"Hiss—" Luntu covered his face and looked back at Zilan in disbelief, "You already have a cub, do you look like a mother?"

And jumped up.

He rubbed his sore face. His wife's way of seeing him off was always unique.

Zilan rolled his eyes at him, snorted, and turned back to his room.

"Remember what I said. If either you or the Wolf Lord gets hurt, you should go to the West Garden and kneel in the ancestral hall."

"Hey, Madam..."

The door was slammed shut mercilessly.

Luntu muttered "little girl" to himself and smiled sweetly.

The wolf leader was injured and he couldn't stop him!

Looking at the gradually whitening sky in the east, Luntu slowly exhaled a breath and prepared for a fierce battle.

The aristocratic families are intertwined and interconnected. When the Wolf Lord came to power, he killed a wave of them, but in less than three years, those rotten wood had grown rotten flesh again. This time, they had to be uprooted no matter what.

Otherwise, they would be worried when they went out to fight. It would be ridiculous if they came back and were stabbed or robbed by these bastards.

Lun Tu picked up the knife, turned around and shouted at the tightly closed diamond-shaped door, "Madam, wait for me to come back. I'm going to give the Wolf Lord a wedding gift."

"I know, I know."

A powerful reply came from inside the door.

Luntu smiled and shook his head, waved his hand, and strode away.

Not long after he left, there was a gentle knock on their room. Zilan got dressed, opened the door and looked down. It was his eldest son.

"Boxian?"

A handsome boy with slightly curly hair and a black silk headband stood outside the door obediently with his schoolbag on his back. He tilted his head back and said in a soft and cold voice, "Son greets mother."

Zilan nodded and looked at her son's little bag. She then moved her gaze to look at the little guy's bulging face.

"Mom, has Dad entered the palace?"

Zilan rolled his eyes around, looking at his son who was full of confusion, raised his eyebrows, bent down, and rubbed his son's soft hair, "Boxian is taking a day off early today, so he doesn't have to go to the palace with your father. Today is the wedding of the Wolf Lord and the Queen, and your father has to go to protect the Wolf Lord."

A trace of loss flashed across Boxian's brown pupils, and his chubby face was filled with frustration. He knew that Wang Ji had told him yesterday, but he wanted to enter the palace.

If I had known this, I should have told my dad in advance. He clenched his fists and lowered his head.