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

After returning to the Xiao Mansion, Yang Qingwan changed her gentle image outside and slammed the table and ordered with a cold face: "Young Miss skipped school, deceived her superiors and subordinates, and refused to change after repeated admonitions. You are punished to copy the family rules fifteen times."

After that, she glanced at Zenxin beside Xiao Linglang and warned Xiao Linglang in a pointed way: "If I find out that anyone feels sorry for the young lady and punishes her for her, then the punishment will be doubled."

Under Yang Qingwan's stern gaze, Xiao Linglang slowly replied "Oh".

Then she raised her eyebrows proudly at Chanxin.

She said that her mother couldn't bear to scold her.

However, Xiao Linglang's lips were only half raised when she heard Yang Qingwan add coldly, "Miss, your homework will be doubled, and let Madam Wu keep an eye on it."

The little girl's expression froze instantly. She was annoyed by the teacher's nagging. Besides, Nanny Wu was the most serious person. She tried to act coquettishly to get Yang Qingwan to take back this terrible order.

"Mother~".

Yang Qingwan was very pleased and smiled in her heart, but her face remained serious. She nodded outside the hall and said jokingly, "Your father will be back soon. If you keep acting like a spoiled child, he will ask you about it. I'm afraid it's not as simple as copying the family precepts."

Xiao Linglang's almond-shaped eyes were clear. She peeked out and immediately retracted her head, as if she really heard the heavy footsteps of Xiao's father. She dragged Chanxin beside her and ran to her own yard. Without turning her head, she shouted to Yang Qingwan: "Mother, I'm going back to my room to copy the family precepts."

After Xiao Linglang left in a hurry, Yang Qingwan looked at her back and shook her head lovingly without giving any instructions.

Xiao Linglang was taking her time in copying the book, and it was not until the New Year that she finished it. Yang Qingwan did not make things difficult for her. She raised her eyebrows, and thinking that Chang Pi was about to go to Beijing, she did not restrict her.

"You'll be 15 years old soon, and it's time for you to look like a lady from a noble family." She still couldn't help nagging a few words.

Xiao Linglang held up the hem of her skirt to prevent the new snow from getting on her new clothes, and responded softly, "I know, mother."

Lin'an Street was covered in silver. A horse-drawn carriage passed through the street, leaving a trail of footprints, and finally stopped in a simple alley.

The delicate and graceful figure jumped out of the carriage, holding up her clothes, and the servants behind her were holding New Year gifts.

The servant went up and knocked on the door of a house. In a short while, the door was opened.

The thinly dressed young man opened the door and saw the girl in red holding an umbrella in the snow. His eyes lit up instantly, "Linglang."

He walked quickly to Xiao Linglang, wanting to reach out and touch her, but then he thought that they were not married yet, so it was not in accordance with etiquette, so he stood up and suppressed his trembling, "Linglang, why are you here?"

Xiao Linglang motioned the servants behind her to come over, "When you came to my house two days ago, I happened to have a cold, and my mother asked me to take care of it. Now that I feel better, I came to pay New Year's greetings."

She looked at the young man in front of her, lowered her head, and added awkwardly: "I still want to see you."

The young man above her head seemed to laugh. She raised her head and happened to see the corner of his lips which had not yet retracted.

"Wenxuan also wants to see Linglang."

Xiao Linglang pinched her earlobe and pursed her lips to suppress her smile.

There was wind in the alley, and it hurt people's faces. Xiao Linglang wanted to say something more to Chang Bei, but when Chang Bei saw that the tip of her nose was red from the cold, he offered to take her home even though he felt uncomfortable.

"I haven't wished Mrs. Chang a happy new year yet~".

"You haven't fully recovered from your cold yet. My mother knows that Linglang is polite, and she will feel sorry for you." Chang Hui didn't say anything and raised his hand to signal Chanxin to help Xiao Linglang get into the car.

Xiao Linglang pursed her lips, but could not resist the young man's persistence. She got in the car and leaned against the window and said to him, "Brother Chang Bei is wearing thin clothes. It's cold, so you don't have to send me off. Be careful not to catch a cold. I made a set of clothes for Brother Chang Bei. Remember to bring them with you when you go to Beijing."

She waved to the servants to deliver the New Year's gifts to the Chang family.

Chang Hui frowned slightly when he saw her carrying so many things again. He asked the servant to stop and took the clothes from the things. "Wenxuan accepts Linglang's kindness. Wenxuan thanks Madam Xiao for these gifts."

He asked the child behind him to keep the gifts that were required, and asked Linglang to take back all the gifts that she had added privately.

Xiao Linglang pouted her lips, it was like this every time.

She sat upright in the carriage, was stingy for a while, then leaned against the window, bit her red lips, and whispered in the young man's gentle gaze: "Linglang prays that Brother Chang Hui will pass the imperial examination."

"Wenxuan will definitely not let the girl down." Chang Hui replied.

She pursed her lips, leaned forward, her black eyes flashing with tiny lights, "Brother Chang Hui, in the storybook..."

Chang Hui stretched out his bony fingers, stood in the snow, and swore, "Chang Hui will never let you down in this life."

He was extremely poor and died in a foreign land, his body exposed in the wilderness.

Xiao Linglang quickly covered his mouth. She was just worried about why he made such a vicious oath.

A boneless hand covered her lips, and the unique fragrance of a young girl overwhelmed her nostrils. Chang Hui was startled, and when he came to his senses, the base of his neck was red.

"Wen...I...I will take Linglang back home." He quickly closed the window, climbed onto the carriage, and took the position of the coachman.

"okay……"

Xiao Linglang in the carriage stared at her hands, motionless. The young man's warm lips seemed to still linger on her palms.

After a while, Chanxin, who had been observing secretly, found that his young lady was leaning against the car window with her snow-white cheeks in her hands, and the smile on her lips could not be hidden.

******

At the end of deep winter, there were no lights and decorations to celebrate the New Year on the grassland. Instead, it was covered with snow, a vast expanse that connected with the sky in the distance. There were only deep wrinkles on the foreheads of the herdsmen.

Luntu entered the royal court against the strong wind, took off his cloak, shook off the snow, handed it to the guard and went into the palace.

Seeing the guards drawing their swords to stop him, he pushed them away with his arms and said in a loud voice: "The Wolf Lord summoned me. If you dare to stop me, you will delay the important matter. Watch out for your heads."

"Yes." The soldiers retreated one after another.

An attendant dressed in the uniform of a royal court attendant approached quickly, smiled flatteringly and waved at him from a distance, "Lord Luntu."

Lun Tu strode forward, stretched out his hand and lifted Eunuch Ning Yun by the shoulder like a chicken, and asked sincerely: "Ning Yun, the Wolf Lord summoned me so urgently, is it because he wants me to attack Yucheng? I have already said that Bu A'an is not capable, but you still don't believe me."

After Ning Yun struggled to rescue himself from the rough man, he smoothed the wrinkles on his shoulders and said, "Master Luntu, why are you so impatient? Yucheng's military achievements will belong to you sooner or later."

"Humph." Lun Tu raised his chin proudly, then turned his head and lowered his eyebrows, complaining: "The Wolf Lord doesn't give me a chance. Do you think the Wolf Lord thinks I'm not as good as Bu A'er?"

Ning Yun quickly moved away from him. He didn't know the answer to such a fatal question.