Chapter 79: Okay? Are you okay?

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It's Ziling!

Ye Qingluo turned over and got out of bed, and Ziling just rushed in.

She held her lame leg and panted anxiously: "Miss, Eighth Young Master...... The eighth young master was punished by the master! ”

The night was clear, and his eyes were condensed.

Ye Fengyu was punished, which was expected.

The night is crazy and seriously injured, and the nest is on fire.

At this juncture, Ye Fengyu thought about expressing her concern, and by the way, she begged for her as a sister.

Night Mania will naturally take out anger on him.

Several aunts in other rooms have long hated Ye Fengyu for occupying the position of sister-in-law for many years, and they will fan the flames on the sidelines.

Ye Fengyu's temperament, he doesn't suffer a loss to have a ghost.

There is no hurry to clear the night.

If you don't let Ye Fengyu's kid suffer a loss, and put his heart in the hands of someone he shouldn't be, he will never learn to grow up.

"Did he follow Ye Qingqian and them all the way to the bedroom of the night madness?"

Ye Qingluo didn't even bother to call an honorific title, and called him by name.

Ziling was slightly stunned and immediately looked around.

You know, as a daughter, calling the elders by their names is unfilial piety!

She was sure that there was no one around, so she nodded in relief.

"Then I knelt outside the bedroom, until I woke up at night and wanted to intercede for me, but the aunts in the second and third rooms were humiliated and sent to the ancestral hall?"

Ziling's eyes widened: "Miss, how do you know so much?" Don't...... Did you just go too? ”

Really.

Ye Fengyu really followed her ideas and carried them out one by one.

Should I say that she knows Ye Fengyu too well, or is Ye Fengyu just stupid and makes people understand it at a glance?

This is also the reason why she specially asked Ziling to follow behind her back.

"Go to the ancestral hall."

Ye Qingluo straightened his clothes and led Ziling to the ancestral hall.

……

Rushing outside the ancestral hall, she was stopped by two attendants guarding the door.

"Seventh Miss, this is the Ye Family Ancestral Hall, no one can enter without the order of the sect master."

The entourage guarding the door was ordered by the second lady to never let Ye Qingluo step into the ancestral hall.

Ye Qingluo sneered, "Is it the sect master's order, or the second aunt's order?" ”

This title made the gatekeepers look at each other and hesitate.

Ye Qingluo is the daughter of the night family.

And the second lady, in the final analysis, is an aunt, not even a flat wife.

That is, the people in the house, in order to please the second lady, called the word "madam".

Thinking of the recent times, there have been changes in the whole mansion.

The hearts of the two followers were furious.

It's not going to get out of the way, it's not going to be okay.

Ye Qing lost his patience, and together with the palm wind, two huge waves rolled up and directly hit the chests of the two attendants.

The retinue flew out.

Ye Qingluo led Ziling to kick open the door of the ancestral hall, walked in to take a look, and suddenly held his breath.

A cloud of anger spread in my heart.

A pair of charming eyes also floated with a trace of fire.

The ancestral hall was dim, only two white candles lit it, and the candles flickered, printing the pieces of spirit cards.

It adds a bit of weirdness to the atmosphere.

"Eighth Young Master!"

After seeing the situation in the ancestral hall, Ziling was also pale with fright and exclaimed.

"Sister, sister......" Ye Fengyu heard the voice and turned her head to look over.

That immature and handsome little face was covered with thick sweat.

With clear vision at night, you can see everything clearly in the dark.

She clearly saw that Ye Fengyu's lips had been bitten out of blood.

He grinned in pain, but he forced a smile and called her: "Sister, I'm fine, you go back and rest first......"

"Nothing? Are you okay? ”

In the darkness, the eyes of the night clear, the cold light of refraction, sparkling and powerful.