He TMD can't stand up!

Just when Song Yunxiao was eager to slash Ling Yun with a thousand knives in his heart, a shadow suddenly appeared in front of him:

"Song Gongzi, it seems that you also have something important to do tonight, invite... Why don't you do it another day?"

As soon as Feng Ruyi's words fell, Song Yunxiao suddenly felt that the coercion on his body had disappeared, and the servants beside him hurriedly helped him up.

"Yes, cousin, why don't you hurry up and go to the infirmary to have a look? I'm afraid this hand is going to be wasted if it's too late!" Song Yan also walked down from the upper floor, his words full of schadenfreude.

Song Yunxiao didn't have the shame to continue to stay here, he glanced at Feng Ruyi stupidly, and then left with a group of people in embarrassment.

Before Ling Feiyu could be happy, he ate his brother's popcorn:

"How many times have I told you not to meddle?

"But he's molesting that sister......" Ling Feiyu rubbed his head aggrievedly and whispered.

"You ......." the donkey's lips did not answer the horse's mouth, but Ling Yun choked, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

The people in the capital all said that Ling Feiyu was a fool, but in fact, Ling Feiyu was not stupid, he was just protected too well by Ling Yun, so that he was too simple and naïve. There is no darkness in Ling Feiyu's world, and even if there is, it will definitely be cut off by the blade of light. Of course, this kind of person can already be regarded as stupid in a place like the capital.

"Thank you Ling Gongzi for your help. Feng Ruyi's words interrupted Ling Yun's thoughts. The little woman was grateful. ”

"You don't have to thank me, I didn't mean to help you. Besides," Ling Yun glanced at her meaningfully, "With your strength, even if I don't make a move, they won't be able to hurt you in the slightest, right?"

"Ling Gongzi said with a smile, the little woman is a woman, how can she be the opponent of those big men?" Feng Ruyi smiled.

Ling Yun didn't bother to act with her, so he raised his legs and was about to walk out.

Feng Ruyi blocked him with a dodge:

"Young Master Ling, please stay. Today, thanks to the three of them, the little woman can get rid of Song Yunxiao's entanglement, the concubine has nothing to repay, it is better for me to be the east, please get together upstairs to express your gratitude, what does the son think?"

As soon as he heard that someone was invited to dinner, Song Yan immediately came to his senses:

"Okay, we..."

But Ling Yun unceremoniously interrupted his sweet dream:

"We still have things to take care of and don't have time. ”

"Hey!" Song Yan protested, "What do you mean? When did I say that something was wrong with me?"

"I said you have it, you have it!" Ling Yun glared at him, "It's time for us to go, we don't have to send it!"

Song Yan was obviously extremely reluctant, but because of Ling Yun's obscenity, he had to follow in pieces, and he couldn't turn back three times in one step. Ling Feiyu obediently followed behind his brother, but politely turned around and said goodbye to Feng Ruyi.

Feng Ruyi looked at the backs of the three of them getting farther and farther away, chuckled, and said in a very low voice:

"It's a pity...... Such a good opportunity, it is really vigilant. But can you escape......? Sixteen years of compilation......"

As soon as he walked out of the night incense, Song Yan shouted loudly and dissatisfiedly:

"What do you mean by the surname Ling?!"

"You have a brain!!" Ling Yun was a little unhappy, "If she is an ordinary courtesan, what am I doing to stop you? If she can resist my royal power realm, and even eliminate my spiritual arts, this person's strength is at least in the Heavenly Transformation Realm! At such an age, how can she be just a courtesan? With your IQ and dealing with this kind of person, you have to count the money for others if you are sold one day!"

Don't look at the Heavenly Realm sandwiched in the middle, whether it is high or low, it also depends on age. Even if he is known as a genius Ling Yun who has not been met in ten thousand years, it is only because he has reached the Tian Yuan Realm this year at the age of only 16 years. And that Feng Ruyi, no matter how you look at it, will not be more than twenty years old, but she can have such strength, which is an outstanding existence in any sect, and she is actually a singer, no matter how you look at it, it is very suspicious.

But Song Yan doesn't think about this:

"I see that you don't have a backache when you stand and talk! You have a golden bell, what do I have? I ......."

Song Yan suddenly realized something and swallowed the rest of the words back.

But it was too late, Ling Yun's face darkened at a speed visible to the naked eye:

"I said I didn't say it....... Don't put those three words in front of me?!"

"What's that......" Song Yan swallowed his saliva, "I suddenly remembered that there was something else in the house, so I withdrew first!"

As soon as the words fell, Song Yan made a shadow like a gust of wind. Ling Yun didn't bother to chase him, this kid was not easy to learn serious spiritual arts, and the wind spell specially used to escape was practiced perfectly, and Ling Yun really had to work hard to catch him.

But this didn't mean that Ling Yun's mood had improved, his face was still dark, and he didn't care about Ling Feiyu, just striding forward by himself. Although Ling Feiyu was a little struggling to follow behind, he didn't bother Ling Yun with any interest. He was a first-hand witness to that incident, and knew better than anyone what that person meant to Ling Yun.

Lingfu.

Ling Yun was just annoyed by Song Yan, and just wanted to go back to the Jingxin Pavilion to stay by himself, but unfortunately, as soon as he entered the door, he ran into someone who he probably didn't want to see at this time.

"Where did you kid go?" A gorgeously dressed middle-aged man walked through the door with Ling Yun.

When the two guards at the door saw this person, they hurriedly bowed and said:

"Sir!"

The middle-aged man waved his hand and was about to say something, but was interrupted by Ling Feiyu, who was bumped in headlong by the wind under his feet.

Ling Feiyu ran out in a hurry for a long distance only to find that there were two living people behind him, and hurriedly turned back, not forgetting to say hello to the man out of breath:

"Uncle, hello uncle!"

"Oh, Fei Yu is back too?" The middle-aged man nodded, "It just so happens that your Aunt Chu is cooking by herself today, so you and Xiaoyun should come over together." The man said as he walked towards the main hall.

Ling Feiyu hesitated a little, he turned his head and handed Ling Yun an inquiring look.

Ling Yun sighed, let go of his clenched fist at some point, smiled at Ling Feiyu, and gestured for him to go back. As for Ling Yun himself, when the middle-aged man couldn't even see his back clearly, he slowly walked towards the main hall.

Ling Daoyuan, a man that Ling Yun didn't want to call his father. For outsiders, he is the son of the Ling family and has a respected status, but for Ling Yun, he is a nightmare for half his life.

The discord between the father and son of the Ling family has long been an open secret, and this discord has intensified since Ling Yun was crowned Zhennan Hou and had his own Yulu. Since Ling Yun's Meditation Pavilion was still in the Ling Mansion, the frequency of father-son meetings had not decreased, which also led to a father-son battle being staged in the Ling Mansion almost every two days.

But it was obvious that Ling Daoyuan's mood was surprisingly good today, otherwise he would see Ling Yun as a rebel on weekdays, and occasionally call Ling Yun by the sun's full name, not to mention calling him "Xiaoyun" as affectionately as today. This is also the reason why Ling Yun is willing to go with Ling Daoyuan to meet his so-called "Aunt Chu", since Ling Daoyuan has no intention of leading the war, then why should he be unhappy? It's just that he can go with him, Ling Feiyu will forget it, because of Feiyu's father, Ling Daoyuan has never liked this nephew very much, inviting him over is just a meaning, Ling Yun doesn't have to let Ling Feiyu come over and be angry together.

Inside the hall.

A young woman was busy directing the servants to serve the food, while a young man of about seventeen or eighteen was feasting on the throne.

"Ling Chen! The young woman turned around and said, "What do you see your father like?"

Ling Chen wiped his mouth, and before he could answer, Ling Daoyuan's hearty laughter came from outside:

"It's okay! My son has such a good appetite, and he will be a general on the battlefield in the future!"