Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

"...Wei Hongling?"

Hearing this, the first words were also stunned for a while, and quickly followed her gaze.

Sure enough, I saw that face that was very similar to Ayano's portrait.

However, he was even more surprised at this moment, why his little girl could call out the name of Empress Bayangwei accurately...

He never mentioned it.

- Could it be her childhood memory again?

Thinking of this, the man couldn't help frowning slightly.

But at the same time, Wei Hongling's figure was getting farther and farther away.

He paused, only gritted his teeth, put his doubts aside for the time being, picked up the little guy beside him again, and quietly followed.

The two saw Wei Hongling passing through a few alleys, and finally came to a set of small courtyards on the edge of the main city of Ximeng.

Under the nods and salutes of several guards, he swaggered in.

Xiang Xing and No. 1 Ci looked at each other, and couldn't help but use the light work and inner breath. After hiding their breath, they quietly jumped on the roof of the courtyard, lying on the tile eaves to observe in secret.

The two of them were thinking about which tile to take a look at.

However, when Wei Hongling was admitted to the hospital, someone walked out of the back room and bowed his hands respectfully to greet her, "See the Empress!"

And this person is none other than Lu Wantian, the city lord of Ximeng City.

However, when Wei Hongling saw him salute, she rolled her eyes at him impatiently: "What salute in such a place! Are you afraid that others will not know the identity of this palace!"

"...Small damn, I hope the Lord forgive me!"

Lu Wantian was taken aback by her anger, and hurriedly bowed to apologize.

Afterwards, he continued to ask with a slight doubt, "But my lord, why did you come during the day? To tell you the truth, Xiao Xiao faintly felt that in the past few days, there seemed to be some strange movements inside and outside the city of Simeng... Simmons is not safe now!"

"Bengong knew the reason for this insecurity, so I didn't even care about taking care of the injury, so I came to see you!"

Wei Hongling seemed to be pissed off by Lu Wantian, clutching her chest while scolding, "Also, hurry up and prepare a chair for Ben Gong! Ben Gong can't stand for long now..."

"Yes Yes!"

Lu Wantian hurriedly sent someone to bring a large chair and served her to sit down.

He brought her a big cup of hot tea.

So, Wei Hongling snorted and drank the hot tea, and after a while of conditioning her breath, she recovered worthy of being able to breathe.

It wasn't until she slowly receded that the nervousness reappeared on her face.

The tone was particularly serious and solemn: "Lu Wantian, you know that Emperor Haiqi has come ahead of time, and now he is in the suburbs of your city of Ximeng... A disaster relief camp is set up there to deal with our 'patients'!"

"What?...The emperor has already arrived?!"

Lu Wantian was startled by her again, and his eyes were shocked.

But after thinking about it, he frowned again, and shook his head in confusion, "No, the disaster relief camp outside... Xiao Fangcai has already seen it, it is Prince Anyang sitting there, not the emperor. …”

He didn't even see the shadow of the emperor.

"...you mean the first wave?"

This time, it was Wei Hongling's turn to be stunned.

How could her good disciple run to save the wounded?

In his heart at this moment, wasn't she fooled into thinking that all he was thinking about was Ling Luo?

But looking at Lu Wantian's expression, it didn't seem like he was lying.