Sang Sangeng gave them one arrangement in the east wing and the other arrangement in the west wing. Although Xue Wu was a little dissatisfied with his arrangement, she was a guest residence after all, and she had to follow the owner's wishes.

Although Sang Sangeng was taciturn, he took good care of all aspects. At night, he specially sent Qin Lang a basin of hot water for him to bathe, and specially prepared him replacement clothes. The clothes were half-new and not old, both of them belonged to Sang Jingtian. Qin Lang and Sang Jingtian had similar figures, so it was suitable to wear them.

After Qin Lang took a shower and changed his clothes, he came to the yard alone. Looking up, it turned out to clear. The bright moon in the night sky was like a plate.

I remembered that it was September 15th tonight, and remembered what Yan Ruyu had told him, and turned back to the room to take out the picture "Spring and Autumn Wuji Picture".

He looked around and leaped into the air. Since he became a skeleton, his jumping power has increased several times. Although he has been slightly affected after his body has been reshaped, he has basically been negligible after adapting this period of time.

With a light touch of his right hand on the eaves, a kite turned over and landed on the ridge. He sat on the ridge and unfolded the "Spring and Autumn Wuji Picture", and there was no change on the surface.

Qin Lang remembered the scene of accidentally entering the skeleton painting array in Wangjia Village. He lowered his head in the moonlight to search for the scroll, hoping to find Yan Ruyu's figure from the scroll. However, after seeing this painting, he still couldn't see where Yan Ruyu was hiding.

The night breeze is cool. Looking up at the distance, I saw rows of houses in the south, extending to the distant city towers.

About five miles eastward is Wanshou Palace. Although the scale is not as large as that of the Royal Palace in Yongdu, it is also majestic and majestic.

Because the temperature in Yongdu is much lower in winter than here, Wanshou Palace is also known as the Winter Palace. Every year in the twelfth lunar month, Emperor Yong would come here for a month, and most of the rest were idle.

Qin Lang heard the sound of tiles and looked in the sound, but saw Xue Wu with her pink feet holding her skirt and tiptoed towards her. The two met and smiled at the same time.

Xuewu came to him and sat down.

Qin Lang smiled and said, "It's so late, why haven't you gone to bed yet?"

“Can’t sleep.”

Qin Lang saw that she was dressed lightly and worried that she would catch a cold. He reached out and touched her warm little hand. He felt that her skin was not cold, so he felt relieved, but he did not let go immediately.

Xuewu blushed because of his movements, and her dark blue eyes looked at the exaggerated moon in the sky: "The moonlight is so beautiful tonight!"

After saying that, he sighed again, and crystal tears flashed in his eyes: "Grandma, if you have spirits in heaven, you can rest in peace, brother has sent me here. I saw Sang Jingtian and recognized him as my uncle."

Xue Wu turned to Qin Lang, looked at his clearly contoured side face, and said softly: "Brother, what are your plans in the future?"

She was extremely nervous at this moment, worried about gains and losses. Although she finally saw Sang Jingtian and received the protection he promised, she didn't know what choice Qin Lang would make? Morally, Qin Lang had fulfilled his promise to his grandmother, which means that he had no responsibility or obligation to him and could leave at any time.

Qin Lang said: "I have no plans, I should stay in Chiyang for a while." Looking at Xue Wu, he said: "At least I want to make sure you are absolutely safe to stay here before considering leaving."

Xue Wu's pretty face became hot, and her heart was filled with warmth. There was a saying that almost came out. Only by my brother's side was safe, but this sentence was a bit difficult to express.

A cough suddenly came from below, and you can tell that it was Sang Sanjun when you heard the sound.

The two looked at each other and laughed at the same time. Xue Wu didn't want to pay attention, but Sang Sangen held up the lantern and said below: "It's time to rest. It's a lonely man and a widow. It's a matter of meeting alone in the middle of the night."

Xue Wu attached herself to Qin Lang's ear and whispered: "It's so annoying, he can nag more than my grandmother."

Qin Lang knew that the concept of ethics in this society was relatively strict, and Sang Sangen was more conservative and old-fashioned, and he couldn't stand the late-night private meetings between men and women, and it was on the roof.

Qin Lang smiled and rubbed her long hair: "Go!"

Xuewu nodded and walked back along the eaves with her skirt.

When Qin Lang was about to go down, he saw a group of knights approaching this place in the streets and alleys in the distance. He felt a little shocked. The sense of crisis he developed during this period made him quickly put away the "Spring and Autumn Wuji Picture" and hid it.

Sang Sangeng had already carried the lantern and walked towards the gate. When Qin Lang saw Sang Sangeng's actions, it was not difficult to infer that the white-haired old man was actually very insightful. Before he saw the team of knights, Sang Sangeng had already noticed it. He should be a hidden master.

Sang Sangen walked to the front door tremblingly, and the group of knights also came to the front door. As soon as the door knocked, Sang Sangen opened the door.

A sarcastic voice came from outside and said, "The imperial edict is here! Please come and receive the edict quickly."

Sang Sangun said respectfully: "Eunuch An, my master is still filial to the grave."

"I didn't say it earlier!"

The strange-tongued eunuch An Gaoqiu, the eunuch in charge of the Sili Supervisor. He was only forty years old, but his hair and eyebrows were already white. He looked at Sang Sangeng with cold eyes under his two white eyebrows and said, "Why don't you lead the way quickly? If you delay the great affairs of the emperor, can you afford it?"

Sang Sangeng's back was already hunched and his back was getting stronger and stronger: "Yes."

An Gaoqiu looked up at the roof at this time. Before Qin Lang had time to leave, An Gaoqiu's two white eyebrows were furrowed together, and the expression on his face was full of doubts and displeasure.

"Xiao Wu, wait until the roof is repaired tomorrow. I will go back. You can rest first."

Sang Sangen brought the door, and An Gaoqiu asked one of the guards to take Sang Sangen to the horse and ride with him immediately, and a group of people rushed to the cemetery in the western suburbs.

Qin Lang waited for the group of people to leave and just jumped down from the roof. Xue Wu heard the movement and asked what had happened. Qin Lang shook his head. Although he was not sure what had happened, it must be a great event.

Because he was worried that the Sang family would be involved in trouble, Qin Lang did not dare to go to bed immediately. After waiting for an hour, Sang Sanju came back and learned from him that something had happened in the court, so the emperor issued an imperial decree to regain his love.

The so-called revenge of love means taking away filial piety for the country, urgently requisitioning officials to resume their posts, working in a simple manner, not participating in auspicious ceremony.

If it weren't for the urgent matter, the emperor who usually pays attention to be kind and filial piety would not have been like this.

Sang Sanjun didn't say much, and Qin Lang felt relieved when he learned that it was not a bad thing.

The next morning, Qin Lang got up early in the morning and saw a man pruning trees in the garden, but Sang Jingtian was back. He had already put on a green Confucian shirt and had his hair and beard trimmed, making him look much younger.

Qin Lang pushed the door and walked out, greeting: "My goodbye, Lord Sang!"

Sang Jingtian turned around and smiled at him, "Are you used to sleeping?"

Qin Lang said: "It's okay!"

Sang Jingtian said: "I am indeed a little shabby here. At least I can shelter from the wind and rain. Sang Sangen’s cooking skills are very good. Have you tried it?"

Qin Lang shook his head and had eaten the wild vegetable porridge cooked by Sang Jingtian from last night to now.

Sang Jingtian laughed: "I am not well-treated." He put down his scissors, and Qin Lang noticed that Sang Jingtian's fingers were trimmed very carefully. It was obviously just trimmed. This person should pay great attention to his image. With such an identity and such temperament, he could endure loneliness and keep the tomb in front of his parents' grave for two years. He should be a filial son.

At this time, Sang Sangen came over to invite them to have breakfast.

Sang Jingtian asked him to go first, and then wash his hands and go there immediately.

Qin Lang arrived at Yingyuexuan and saw Xue Wu placing breakfast on the table. It turned out that she had already gotten up and took the initiative to come to the kitchen to help the housekeeper. The little girl was born with smartness and became more clever and pleasing as she practiced in the world. The book "Must Reading for Ladies" she had previously inspired her.

Sang Jingtian did not exaggerate the words. Sang Sangeng had superb cooking skills. Although the breakfasts were all vegetarian porridge, they were also made fragrant and delicious. They were decorated with a few seasonal side dishes, each of which was refreshing and delicious.

Xue Wu praised: "Bo Sang, will I learn cooking skills from you in the future?"

Sang Sanjung said nothing and was about to pick up Sang Jingtian's bowl and serve him with the porridge. Xue Wu was quick-eyed and rushed to go.

Sang Jingtian said: "Didn't you hear Xuewu talking to you?"

Sang Sangung said respectfully: "Old Nu's three-legged cat's cooking skills are really worried that it will mislead people's children."

Xue Wu said: "It's great. Anyway, I'll come to the kitchen to help you in the future. If you don't teach me, just learn it secretly."

Sang Jingtian laughed and said, "That's it. His eyes are dizzy. I'm worried that he will mix up sugar and salt."

Although Sang Sangeng did not make a clear statement, he naturally agreed to his appearance.

After eating this bowl of porridge, Sang Jingtian sighed: "I haven't had such a comfortable meal for a long time. Qin Lang, come with me."

Qin Lang followed Sang Jingtian to his study.

Sang Jingtian pointed to the chair beside him and said, "Sit down, don't be restrained at home."

Qin Lang sat down and said respectfully: "What instructions does Lord Sang have to ask me for?"

"Qin Lang, what are your plans in the future?"

Qin Lang said the truth: "Master Qibing Sang, I was commissioned by Grandma Sang to send Xue Wu over this time. Seeing that the adults cared for Xue Wu so much, I felt relieved, I..."

Sang Jingtian interrupted him and said, "You don't have to say these polite words to me. Actually, I can see that you are still worried about me. It's no wonder. After all, you don't understand me. You care about Xuewu and are worried about being entrusted to you. I originally thought that I could take care of Xuewu for a while and we could increase our trust in each other, but the emperor suddenly issued an imperial edict to let me return to the court to reinstate my post as soon as possible, so I have to rely more on you for taking care of Xuewu."

Qin Lang thought to himself, is Sang Jingtian going to shirk responsibility? When he thought about it, it doesn’t matter. At worst, he can take Xue Wu away. In this world, whoever leaves can’t survive? Why do he have to rely on others?

Sang Jingtian said: "I mean, you and Xue Wu live in the house first. When I return to Yongdu and handle the matter there, I will send someone to take you over. I wonder what you think?"

Only then did Qin Lang realize what he misunderstood and said respectfully: "Please trouble Lord Sang." He and Xue Wu really need to find a place to stabilize for a while, and then consider where to go in the future.

Sang Jingtian smiled and said, "I don't dare to take it as the word "trouble". My whole family's life is saved by Grandma Sang. What's the point of doing this little thing? You don't have to call me Lord Sang. Although I just met you, I feel like I got old at first sight. You can overcome all difficulties and escort Xue Wu here from Qiandou Abyss. It is enough to prove that your character is trustworthy. Qin Lang, I have an idea. I have two daughters under my knees, but I have no children. I intend to accept you as the son of Mori. I wonder what you think?"

Qin Lang was stunned for a moment, why did he suddenly feel like he won the grand prize? Sang Jingtian was the imperial envoy of one of the three Dukes of Dayong. Now he has reinstated his post. If he wants to recognize himself as his godson, it means that he has become a high-ranking official in one step. It is hard to find such good things with lanterns. It is just that Qin Lang is a little doubtful. How can he be attracted to him? He shouldn't he have other purposes for his godson?

Thinking about it, I don’t have anything to make money now, I have no money or power, and the only thing I have is just a little bit of appearance, and it seems that I have a better advantage.

Sang Jingtian saw Qin Lang's hesitation and smiled and said, "Don't worry too much. The reason why I think this is for Xue Wu. One of you has not married and the other has not married. Although there is a difference between shemale men and women, after all, there is still a defense of ethics between men and women. If you become my adopted son, she is your cousin. You don't have to worry about gossiping about it in the future. Also, there are hidden dangers in your body, and I may have a way to help you completely solve it."

Qin Lang's inner defense line was completely loose when he heard this. No matter what purpose Sang Jingtian had, it was not as attractive as this condition. If he could help him find his soul and spirit, even if he kowtowed a few more and called him a few more godfathers, it would be fine.

Weighing the pros and cons should be more beneficial than disadvantages.

So he knelt down in front of Sang Jingtian and said respectfully: "The adoptive father is here to accept the child's kneeling down."

Sang Jingtian laughed loudly, sat down and received three bows from Qin Lang, then helped Qin Lang up, patted him on the shoulder and said, "I have only accepted you, your adopted son in my life. Your adopted mother knows how happy you will be."

He took a small purple gourd from his body and handed it to Qin Lang and said, "This is a treasure that my father carried with him since he was a child. It is called Ruyi Gourd. Don't look at this gourd, although it is very small, it can be all-encompassing."

Qin Lang said: "Everything is included?" It sounds a bit exaggerated.

Sang Jingtian nodded, and he pointed the mouth of the gourd at the Taishi Chair beside him, muttering something, and a green light shot out from the mouth of the gourd to cover the Taishi Chair. In a flash, the Taishi Chair was included in the gourd with the green light. He recited another formula, and the Taishi Chair was released from the gourd.

Qin Lang was stunned. This small gourd could actually hold such a large Taishi Chair. It was obviously a magic weapon for space. When he saw Xue Wu using a small cloth bag to pack his bones, he thought it was magical. This small gourd was obviously much more powerful than Xue Wu's cloth bag.
Chapter completed!