Don’t be too poisonous to the concubine of the Wu family who was born in Wu

Chapter 1496 1155. The Marquis asks to see Lingyao (after waking up from the dream, the Marquis asks to see Lingyao but is rejected)
  Marquis Shangguan suddenly woke up——

When he woke up, it was already the next morning, and he was surprised to find that he had fallen asleep lying on the "Canghai Longyin" that night.

When Marquis Shangguan woke up and looked up, he saw that all the chamberlains in the palace were still sleeping, and the strangest thing was that these people all had happy smiles on their faces, and they didn't know what kind of sweet dream they had.

Seeing this, Marquis Shangguan coughed dryly and frowned slightly, but he didn't bother to wake up these people.

He stood up slowly, standing with his left hand supporting his right elbow and his right hand holding his chin in a contemplative manner.

The dream last night was so real that when I woke up, I couldn't tell whether it was a dream or reality.

Is this an omen or a warning?

All in all, that woman is not simple! She allowed herself to see Wu Mingdao's strength.

Now that I think about it, I feel scared——

I really wanted to kill Wu Mingdao for a moment, so I took the initiative to provoke a dispute, destroyed Wu Mingdao, and conquered Nanxiang and Western Xinjiang together.

Marquis Shangguan even believed that Wu Mingdao forced himself like this just to give himself a step down and give him a reasonable reason to conquer the world.

And now that I think about it, that kid is too insidious, right? He didn't even dare to think about how capable he was hiding it from himself.

The power of the Kunpeng beast, just like Wu Mingdao, has always been hidden and dormant, and it has never shown its true strength to others.

And a dream last night sounded the alarm for me——

Think carefully about how cunning this Wu Mingdao is? When I asked him which one was more powerful, the Kunpeng beast or the Dragon beast? This kid didn't answer him directly, but gave him some guiding advice——

What kind of dragons are good at fighting, and their abilities are evenly matched with Kunpeng beasts...

hehe! It all sounds like a joke now, that kid is really a thief! It was just a favor, and when I thought I had taken advantage, I unreservedly handed over my lifelong skill of Nine Lotus Dragon Control!
  This boy's favor was nothing more than this. He thought he was plotting against the other party, but he didn't expect that it was the other party who was plotting against him!
  After all, he had saved himself a trick...

Is there going to be a war now? If we start a war now, the result will be to make ourselves the most ridiculous fool in the world.

Make it clear that you are not the opponent's opponent at all, and if you start a war rashly, not only will you not be able to win the world, but the result will be that you will become a wedding dress for others through your reckless and stupid behavior!

Is this the result you want?

Not at all!

But should you endure it? Will Wu Mingdao, Cao Jiangguo, and Nalan Yuluo join forces in private and aim their guns at themselves?

If they showed weakness this time, the result would be that the other three would intensify their attacks.

And—do you really want to take this breath?
  Marquis Shangguan thought about it and was unwilling but did not dare to act rashly. What else could he do now?

In a panic, Nalan Lingyao's suggestion last night rang in his ears——

Should we join forces? Maybe you and I alone can't compete with it, but with the strength of the two of us, maybe it's possible?

Thinking of this, Marquis Shangguan's eyes were filled with admiration. He had never been in such a hurry before. He didn't have time to think too much. He raised his feet and walked away with the wind blowing under his feet...

At this time, Nalan Lingyao was sitting in front of the dressing table, combing his long hair slowly, his face still cold and unsmiling.

At this time, a woman in red rushed in in panic - "Sir Zhenshi...Sir Zhenshi...heh...heh...heh..."

Nalan Lingyao put down his comb and slowly turned back——

"Don't be impatient, speak slowly——"

The female official in red was panting heavily, stroking her chest a few times to regain her breath, then she buried her head in salute -

"My lord, I would like to see you, Lord Shangguan."

Hearing this, Nalan Lingyao's face did not show any emotion. Instead, he turned around, picked up the comb, and took care of his hair slowly.

"My lord...you should make some preparations so that I can return to my post."

Nalan Lingyao narrowed his eyes slightly and said calmly: "No hurry - let him wait a little longer."

"Ah? This... this is not appropriate... After all, Lord Shangguan is the king of Dongcang... Will the real man be too neglectful of Lord Shangguan?"

Nalan Lingyao's comb paused for a moment in the waterfall-like hair, and she snorted coldly, "What about the king of Dongcang? If you ask for anything from others, just be inferior to them and let him wait!" "

The female officer cautiously raised her head and glanced at Nalan Lingyao. She was very brave to say such a thing, and she did not dare to spread it randomly.

"This...this...this..."

Nalan Lingyao lowered his eyes and combed his hair. His face was expressionless, but he was unusually calm and ruthless.

"What are you afraid of? Think about it, we waited outside the palace gate for several hours yesterday, but even Shangguan Marquis refused to greet us? Speaking of respect, do they, the wealthy family, take my Tianmen seriously? If so, Asking him to wait can be regarded as a small punishment but a big warning, and he is treating the other person in the same way."

Hearing this, the female officer did not dare to persuade her any more. It sounded like her master was right. Yesterday, more than a thousand people were blocked outside the palace gate. The scene was embarrassing and humiliating.

People who didn't know better thought that it was our Tianmen disciples who were worried about getting married and sent them to their homes to forcibly marry them. There were so many ordinary people on the street pointing and prodding, so many times I felt that I couldn't keep it on my face and was embarrassed.

After finally waiting for Marquis Shangguan to marry, the result was even more outrageous.

Although Marquis Shangguan smiled on the surface, he actually had a firm attitude, and his pushback made people very disgusted.

If the master of his family had not come out of the sedan in person, took off the hijab himself and roared to the sky regardless of face, in exchange for the permission to enter the palace, the Marquis Shangguan would not have made it clear that he wanted to hold the wedding.

Today, Marquis Shangguan arrived suddenly. I don't know whether this is a good momentum or a bad result. In short, seeing how calm his master is, the little palace maid in front of him also feels inexplicably confident.

"Go down, just say that I am recuperating and it is not appropriate to meet the Holy Spirit now. I will come back after the Lord Shangguan has finished his morning court."

Hearing this, the little palace maid was heartbroken, nodded and said, "Yes! I will go and deliver the message right now."

Nalan Lingyao looked at the figure of the female official through the mirror. Her hands were carefully and gently setting her hair, unhurried, not impatient, and very comfortable.

Looking at his own face in the mirror, the corners of Nalan Lingyao's mouth curled up unconsciously.

"It's been said that God's calculations are not as good as those of man. Even if you, Marquis Shangguan, are talented and smart, so what? Can you beat the sky? You don't know what you can do! Wu Mingdao is a child gifted by God, and he has a lot of treasures in him. There are infinite possibilities, you are an ordinary person, you are outstanding among everyone, but don’t try to fight with God’s son! The result is obvious – you will be arrogant and overestimate your talents, and you will end up hurting yourself if you don’t know your own abilities!”

After finishing speaking, Nalan Lingyao put down the comb in his hand, held up his long hair with one hand, and tied it into a bun...

(End of this chapter)