"Master!"

Xiaoying jumped out of the backyard in surprise, holding a new quilt in her hands.

"Master, you're back?! I'm making your bed..."

Ling Luoyu rushed to meet her as if she had caught a life-saving straw: "Xiaoying, you came just in time, and I even brought you a gift?!"

Xiaoying was even more delighted when she heard that, "Really?! Thank you, Master!!"

"Of course it's true, everyone in the Ling Mansion has gifts..."

Ling Luoyu took the opportunity to escape, and hurriedly called Xiaoying to pick up the gift.

Looking at her jumping back, the smile in Ling Bufan's eyes gradually faded.

"This child..."

Ling Yunfeng stood with his hands behind his back, and said lightly: "Father, there is a letter from Qi Yunzong?!"

Ling Bufan's eyes trembled, and he stared suddenly.

"What letter?!"

Ling Yunfeng looked slowly, his eyes were charming.

"I thought it was Yu'er's letter to you, but it looks...she didn't write it!"

Since he came home, Ling Bufan would tell him no matter what happened, big or small.

But only the letter from three days ago!

Ling Bufan remained silent and silent.

He thought it was a letter from Ling Luoyu's home, but from the time period Ling Luoyu mentioned just now, that letter was sent from Qiyunzong after she left Qiyunzong.

The son's gaze made Ling Bufan look away calmly.

"Is it really Yu'er's... It's just a letter from an old friend!"

"Old friend?!"

Ling Bufan didn't want to mention it again, and shook his head slightly: "Old friend... long-lost old friend..."

His voice was a little sad, a little helpless, and a little desperate.

"Don't ask about this matter, and don't tell Yu'er! Her affairs are troublesome enough, let her live a simple and happy life at home!"

Ling Bufan waved his hands vigorously and bowed his head sadly.

"Old Tao, let's go..."

Tao Ding glanced at Ling Yunfeng deeply, seemed to hesitate to speak, but finally bowed his head.

"yes!"

——

Ling Mansion.

West across the courtyard.

Last night, I chatted with the three of Ling's father and son until midnight, and Ling Luoyu didn't sleep until it was almost dawn.

It seemed like he had just dozed off, when he was woken up by Xiaoying's voice like a frying pan.

"Master, Master..."

Ling Luoyu turned over: "Your young master is sleeping, the signal is not good, you can't receive it..."

"Master, don't be mean, it's a good thing, a great thing..."

Ling Luoyu slowly opened his eyes and listened to the sound. The small image seemed to be intoxicated, and the tone was very high.

"What a great thing?!"

"Master, someone from our family has proposed a marriage..."

"oh……"

What's so strange about proposing marriage? !

Some time ago, didn't someone come to propose marriage to Ling Yunxi? !

"Second Uncle's again?! Second Uncle has to hurry up...you are so old..."

Ever since Ling Yunxi's affair with Feng Ziqing was in vain, she seemed to be quite hurt, and she stopped mentioning the affair, which made Ling Bufan dare not mention it forcefully, for fear of hurting him.

"Master, it's not for the second master!" Xiaoying smiled and leaned forward: "It's for you!"

"oh!"

Ling Luoyu still responded casually.

Before Xiaoying could speak again, she said "ah" and sat up as if she was furious.

"What did you say? Who proposed marriage?!"

"For you, young master... there are many matchmakers in our house!!"

Ling Luoyu sat there with a ghostly expression on her face: "No... this proposer...is it a man or a woman?!"

Xiaoying looked confused: "..."

This question is so fresh! !

"Master, the person who proposed marriage to you...of course it's a woman..."

Could it be possible to bring up the man? !

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