Yun Lihui was burly, and although he was wearing an official robe like a Confucian robe, he looked a little out of proportion.

There was almost no resemblance to the gentleness of her father, second uncle, and third uncle, although his serious face, slightly curved eyes, and slightly upturned corners of his mouth glanced at the crowd around him, but it showed more that he was unattainable.

The corners of Lingyin's mouth slanted slightly, and then he turned his gaze to the young man who was walking beside Yun Lihui.

The young man was tall and tall, and he was also wearing an oracle robe, but his color was different from Yun Lihui's black, but a dark cyan with faint dark lines.

If you look closely, you can see that those dark lines are round 'Ling' characters.

These 'Ling' characters are written in a variety of ways, but none of them can be separated from a circle.

Whether it is the Dajing Dynasty, the Yue Kingdom or other countries that also have spiritual skills, the runes used are all this spiritual characters.

Different ways of writing, different rune paper, different cinnabar, and different bloodlines will achieve different effects.

Although Yun Lingyin only lived to be less than seven years old, she could be regarded as having learned the inheritance of the Lingguan family, and in the eighteen years she was the princess of Changping, in order to be able to coexist peacefully with the Turin family, she also had a deep grasp of Fu Ling.

While Lingyin's mind was flying, Liu Sheng, Zhou Tong, Yun Lihui, and the young man had already sat on the four Taishi chairs placed on the north side of the rectangular platform.

Ignoring the high-sounding speeches of Liu Sheng, Zhou Tong, Yun Lihui and others, Lingyin's attention was still on the young man.

There are not many talented children in the side branch who are slightly older than her, and there are no more than seven or eight boys who study and train with her, who is this one?

At that time, she was less than seven years old, and several of them were seven to nine years old, and she had changed so much in the past few years that she couldn't find the slightest familiarity with this teenager.

Although handsome, he has a face that is not outstanding, a pair of eyes with a pair of inner pairs and moderate length, a smiling and smiling face, a fairly upturned nose, and thin lips that are slightly pursed.

After Liu Sheng, Zhou Tong, and Yun Lihui's speeches and introductions, the young man got up and smiled at the crowd, and then walked towards the circular high platform in the center of the platform.

I don't know if I felt Lingyin's attention being too focused, and after walking up the steps and standing on the round platform, the young man's eyes turned to Lingyin's position, and raised his hand to wave to her.

Lingyin's heart suddenly burst and pressed down the hat suddenly.

The smile on the corner of the young man's mouth just now widened, revealing his neat teeth.

Lingyin saw a familiar little tiger tooth, and also saw the dimple at the left corner of the tiger's mouth.

Just one, close to the corner of the lips, if you don't smile arbitrarily, it's not easy to notice.

It was him, Yun Yifei, the third son of the Qing clan, and his talent was the most ordinary of the few people they studied together.

However, at that time, he took care of her the most, not the kind of flattering care, but the care of his sincere and distressed brother.

Did he see her? You won't recognize her at first sight!

The crowd on her side became excited because of Yun Yifei's hand-waving gesture, and some even cheered loudly 'Lord Envoy, Lord Special Envoy'.

Lingyin was flustered, trying to suppress the urge to look up again, and lowered her hat and lowered her body into a nearby alley.

It wasn't until she walked out of the distance that her heartbeat slowed down.

She continued her journey towards the city of mules and horses, her thoughts fluttering all the way.

The father not only succeeded a child of the side branch, but also the least gifted, why is this?