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The power of Tianyi Mansion is divided in several places, and Jiang Lingxin has just taken over, so it will take a lot of effort to take the power for his own use.

The matter of raising a fetus can only be resigned.The weather was getting colder and colder, Jiang Lingxin wrapped his body in a cloak early on, and under the cover of layers of fur, his growing belly could barely be seen.

There was a charcoal fire burning in the room all night, and Jiang Lingxin only put the light fur on his body half in the crook of his arms when no one was around, and occasionally reached out to help his sore waist.Files were piled up on the table, and there was a fourth sound outside, and the night was getting dark.

"It's the fourth watch, master." Mao Si hesitated for a while, and reminded him.

Jiang Ling didn't pay attention to it, and Fang raised his head and gave him a faint look after the file in his hand was finished.

Mao Si bit the bullet and said, "Master, do you want to rest for a while?"

Jiang Lingxin raised his hand and added a handful of pure incense to the ancient lotus incense burner beside him, saying, "No need."

Mao Si had no choice but to bow his head, not daring to say more.

I don't know if it was because of the interruption, but after Jiang Lingxin regained his senses from the complicated affairs, he suddenly felt pain in his waist and the little things in his stomach kept moving.

Mao Si poured a cup of warm tea and handed it over.

Jiang Lingxin took it, and after taking a sip, he couldn't help frowning.

Mao Sidao: "Add a little bee jelly, the master can bear the sweetness, and it will benefit the fetus in the womb."

After all, Jiang Lingxin didn't put down the cup directly, but put a hand on his stomach, a little lost in thought.After a long time, he raised his eyes again and said, "I want news from Xu Shishi."

Maosi understood, and after going out for a while, he came back and handed Jiang Lingxin a slender mailbox in his sleeve.

Jiang Ling opened his heart, poured out half a sheet of thin paper inside, carefully unfolded the scroll with his pale fingertips, and looked carefully.What the paper says is all about one person.

Zhou Yan.

Yaowanggu's eldest disciple once rebelled against his teacher, entered the rivers and lakes, and entered the world.In just half a year, everyone in the world knew about it.Wherever he went, everyone shouted and beat him, and there was no one else, and he listened to the rumors in the rivers and lakes.

Zhou Yan stole the peacock feather from Tangjiabao.

Zhou Yan wounded Long Shisan, the rudder leader of Lianhuanwu.

Zhou Yan poisoned the right-hand envoy of the Hengshan faction.

Zhou Yan killed the disciples of the Bashan School.

Zhou Yan did not pay back the money owed to the elders of the Kongtong sect.

Zhou Yan doesn't pay for whoring in the brothel.

The lame old lady who Zhou Yan stole from the owner of Mount Qingcheng still hasn't returned it.

……

Is there anyone who can provoke most of the world in half a year?

Yes, Zhou Yan.

Make trouble, do all kinds of evil.

The thin paper ignited a wisp of green smoke on the candle lamp, and the corners of Jiang Lingxin's lips curled up slightly, in a half-smile.For a moment, he forgot about the mountains of files on the table, and leaned back slightly in his chair, his mind was completely alone.

Zhou Yan, if you don't come with me, I will let you have nowhere to go.

"Hmm..." Jiang Lingxin frowned suddenly, and the little thing in his stomach kicked him hard a few times unexpectedly.The slightly cool palm caressed Gao Long's waist, Jiang Lingxin lowered his head, his eyelashes were long and dense like crow feathers, covering his cold eyes.He thought to himself, Zhou Yan, your little things will fight for you.

You can't come back.