Ling Luoyu was about to drink tea, and when he heard the words, he suddenly stared at it.

"What did you say?!"

Tao Ding thought that he had said the wrong thing and provoked this little ancestor, so he couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"Young master, am I praising you?! Praise you for your beautiful handwriting! ”

"It's not! What kind of word did you just say?! ”

Tao Ding glanced at the letter unconsciously, and was also a little uncertain: "Young master, what you wrote...... Not the word of tartlets?! ”

"Tart?!"

Ling Luoyu suddenly remembered something and suddenly got up.

"Tart?? Tart this place, how do I sound that familiar?! ”

Without waiting for Tao Ding to speak, she grabbed the paper on the table and ran out.

Tao Ding didn't know what was wrong with her, so he hurriedly followed.

"Young Master, slow down! Where are you going?! ”

In the Ling family's study, there was a military map with unusual and detailed descriptions.

As the commander-in-chief, the Ling family's map is the most detailed, and the annotations are also the most obvious.

When Tao Ding followed up the study, Ling Luoyu was looking for something on the map.

"Grandpa Tao, where is the tart?"

Tao Ding glanced at her suspiciously, and pointed to a place with one hand.

"Here! Bordering our borders! ”

Ling Luoyu's fingertips suddenly buckled on the place where the tart fell: "This place, isn't this the place where my father fought for the last time?!" ”

"yes!" Tao Ding looked at her inexplicably: "Back then, the old man was lost in the First Battle of Tart!" ”

Ling Luoyu's eyes slowly closed, and finally took a deep breath and opened it faintly.

"We should have a book for tart, right?!"

The sons and daughters of the Ling family, while familiarizing themselves with military books, also need to be familiar with the scripts and dialects of the countries around the frontier.

Because these can become a vital part of the war.

Ling Luoyu remembered that in the Ling family's study, there were many books about those small border countries.

Tao Ding rummaged through it and pulled out a copy from the bottom corner of the bookcase.

"Young Master......"

The moment he saw the words on it, Ling Luoyu slammed his fist on the table.

"That's it!"

If the words of tart felling are combined, it is what she sees now.

This means that the letter written by Shu Xiyan to Ling Yunfeng was written in the words of tart.

And she is the one who fights the tart!

Seeing that Ling Luoyu's expression was wrong, Tao Ding's heart also hung up.

"Young Master, what the hell is going on?!"

Ling Luoyu's eyes turned sharply, and he suddenly looked at the pen and ink, and after drawing some ghostly words on it, he hurriedly folded it.

"My grandfather and second uncle are in the Feng family, right!?"

"That's right...... I guess I'm drinking now......"

Seeing Ling Luoyu leave in a hurry, Tao Ding became more and more confused.

"What is the Third Young Master doing?"

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Wind family.

After the authentic old queen mother was rescued, Feng Zaitang once again sat in the position of Zaifu.

The eldest young master of the Feng family proposed marriage, and there were naturally not a few people who came to congratulate him.

A group of old ministers led by Ling Bufan sat around the balcony of the water pavilion, drinking and chatting with the stove, talking about the glorious life of the past, and laughter came from time to time.

On the contrary, it was Ling Yunxi, sitting alone on the rockery in the garden drinking, deaf to the excitement in the hall outside.

As soon as he poured a sip of wine, he saw Ling Luoyu coming from the gate of the garden, and he couldn't help but be stunned.

"Didn't this kid go to Hao's house to propose? Why did you come back alone?! ”

Judging from Ling Luoyu's face, it seemed that things were not very good.

Turning over and jumping off the rockery, he hurried to meet it.

"Yu'er, why are you here?!"