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

In the Qinzheng Hall, Ning Yun asked the palace servants to set up the desk in the side hall, put out the writing brushes and ink, light some light incense, and lower the curtains.

This was originally the place where the Wolf Lord rested when he was tired of handling government affairs. It was not the back hall, so the light was bright. However, since the Wolf Lord took the throne, he had not handled government affairs here, so it had not been cleaned up.

Ning Yun looked at the secondary hall and secretly clicked his tongue. He had thought that it was prepared by the Wolf Lord, but he did not expect that it was prepared for that noble master.

When he thought of the name that person was addressed in Qiuyue Palace, his heart couldn't help but skip a beat. He thought of why the Wolf Lord didn't take the ladder that General Qiulin secretly handed over. It was because if the Lord's identity was revealed now, half of the people in the court would be killed. And it seemed that the Wolf Lord should give the Lord the status of a legitimate wife.

Princess Yingya would never have imagined that her position as wife, which she had guarded so carefully and always on guard against being snatched away by noble ladies from other families, was actually won by a foreign woman.

Looking up, Ning Yun saw the Wolf Lord and his noble master walking slowly towards him from afar. He quickly waved his sleeves and went forward to greet them.

"Wolf Lord, the secondary hall has been prepared."

"Ah."

Tuoba Jin withdrew his gaze from the little girl and responded indifferently. Qinghan said that she could speak Mobei dialect, but it was awkward and short. He teased her a few times along the way, but the little girl just kept her lips closed and didn't say a word, looking at him with her watery eyes.

Ning Yun stepped aside, lowered his head and followed obediently on Tuoba Jin's left side, his eyes secretly glancing at Xiao Linglang on his right.

Her face is still covered with a white veil, and her true appearance cannot be seen.

Xiao Linglang stepped into the Qinzheng Hall. The magnificent hall was filled with a cold and oppressive aura, as if the people around her were stepping on the black floor, making her feel pressured with every step.

Xiao Linglang kept her eyes down and followed Tuoba Jin into the secondary hall.

Tuoba Jin glanced at them briefly, then sat down in front of the desk with his men, pulled out a piece of paper, spread it out, picked up the pen and wrote a few strokes, and the vigorous and powerful Rong characters appeared on the paper.

Xiao Linglang was circled in front of him, frowning, and wanted to pull his sleeve to express her dissatisfaction, but seeing his serious expression, she immediately became serious, staring at the movements of his hands, and describing them stroke by stroke in her mind.

When he stopped and taught her word by word from the beginning of the paper, Xiao Linglang kept her hands clasped in front of her with a serious look.

After an incense stick of time, Xiao Linglang followed him to review it from beginning to end twice, and she had almost recognized it. Tuoba Jin rubbed her head, pinched her waist gently, and then got up and left.

After Tuoba Jin left, Xiao Linglang relaxed her shoulders slightly and looked up at his departing back, not understanding what he meant by pinching her waist.

Suddenly, she lowered her eyes again.

His posture is upright, and his slender fingers lightly pinch the wolf hair, his strokes are gentle and dense, like distant water and flowing smoke.

After a short rest, a piece of paper was spread out, then gently pulled open and put back on. Her red lips slightly opened, and the sound was like flowing beads. Qinghan and Shanzhi lowered their brows and ground the ink. When they heard her hesitation, they looked up and repeated it.

With Tuoba Jin in the main hall, Xiao Linglang studied hard in the afternoon.

However, the ministers in the main hall felt much better.

The Wolf Lord's expression became much gentler, and the tone of his scolding was not as deadly as it had been in the morning.

After hearing them arguing in the hall, he even told them not to get angry easily, as anger is harmful to the body.

The ministers looked at each other, wondering in their hearts, could it be that the Wolf Lord wanted to torture them in a different way?

"What are you looking at? Keep going!" Tuoba Jin put down the letter, his eyes grim.

"Wolf Lord, calm down!"

They knelt down one after another, and the ministers felt relieved. Is this right? The Wolf Lord was so gentle just now, and I always felt that their end would be more terrible than death.

Tuoba Jin closed his eyes, pressed his long fingers between his brows, and then swung his sleeves and left, "You guys go down first, and use your brains."

"As ordered."

Tuoba Jin strode back to the secondary hall. The little girl seemed to have heard his footsteps and had already looked up at him.

"I came to see Linglang."

Xiao Linglang's brows slightly tightened. With him coming in and out, she really couldn't calm down.

She put down her pen, looked at him helplessly, and said softly, "Wolf Lord."

Tuoba Jin's eyes curved slightly, and he strode over, squatted down and embraced her, and hooked his long fingers over her calligraphy to admire it for a few seconds, praising: "Our Linglang's calligraphy matches mine."

The corners of Xiao Linglang's mouth twitched slightly and she lowered her eyes.

She picked up another piece of paper, picked up the wolf hair brush, and dipped it in ink. "I think I shouldn't come here again in the future."

She is the one who is uneasy here, and he is the one who is convenient.

Tuoba Jin embraced her and lifted her hair beside her ear, "Why, Linglang, do you think I'm bothering you?"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Linglang looked up and gave him a look, letting him understand.

Unexpectedly, this man took the opportunity to pinch her chin and kissed her gently through a veil.

"Wolf Lord!" Xiao Linglang glared at him angrily.

"Well, alone."

Tuoba Jin leaned back, putting some distance between himself and Xiao Linglang, humming softly, taking the wolf hair brush from her hand, picked her up, and coaxed the little girl, "Accompany me to read the memorial for a while, I am upset by their noise."

Xiao Linglang suddenly left the ground, her face turned pale with fright. After she came to her senses, she tightly grasped his collar with both hands.

Her face turned red, and finally she helplessly fluttered her eyelashes like cicada wings, and whispered: "The Wolf Lord is doing serious business by reading the memorials, how can I fool around with him?"

"How could Linglang mess around?" Tuoba Jin walked towards the main hall with steady steps.

Xiao Linglang's cheeks puffed up under the veil, and she let out a breath. Finally, she convinced herself in her heart, forget it, she couldn't persuade him, and she would not come here tomorrow no matter what.

Xiao Linglang looked petite and exquisite when sitting on the emperor's throne. Once he took his seat, the entire space was almost occupied by him, becoming cramped.

Xiao Linglang raised her hand to scratch the tip of her nose and looked at his desk. It seemed that the only things she could tend to were the cakes and milk wine in front of her.

Looking at the milky white liquid, she put her lips to it and glanced curiously at Tuoba Jin who was reading the memorials. He was drinking and reading the memorials, so he was drunk and acted like a spoiled child.

Looking at his clear-headed appearance, it doesn't seem like...

Xiao Linglang bit her lip and tried to gently pull back her right hand, but before she could move, he glanced at her sideways and not only clenched it but also kneaded it.

Xiao Linglang's eyes widened, she gritted her teeth, and whispered, "Lord Wolf, please pay attention."

"I am very focused." Tuoba Jin also replied in the same tone, and hooked Xiao Linglang's palm with his hand under the table.

Xiao Linglang shivered all over because of the itchiness. Why... was he so weird?

She glared at him angrily. Since she couldn't pull her hand back, she simply leaned in front of him, leaned against him, pointed at the plate of cakes, and asked, "Can I have some?"

Tuoba Jin seemed to have anticipated her reaction. He leaned back on the chair, letting her slide into his arms, then let go of his hand and naturally put his arm around her shoulders.

He ran his hand through her smooth hair as she glanced at him in panic.

There was obviously no decoration on her white robe, and her pair of sparkling eyes made his mouth dry and his blood boil.

"Of course, it was originally prepared for Linglang to kill time." He said in a hoarse voice.

Xiao Linglang blushed, she seemed to be wrong. Why did he feel that she was deliberately cheating, which was exactly what he wanted.