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Anling City settles down, on the edge, and people get up early to start the day's busyness.

Today's family is destined to be extremely busy, because today is the day when the second lady of the family, Luo Qingling, is about to turn fourteen years old, and the family will invite the major forces in Anling City to hold a big birthday banquet for Luo Qingling.

In the land of China, fourteen years old is an extremely important age for women, just as sixteen years old is as important as it is for men. Because once a woman has passed the age of fourteen and a man has passed the age of sixteen, it means that he has reached adulthood, and adulthood means that he has the right to talk about marriage.

Luo Qingling, who is already fourteen years old and has reached the fifth rank of a little martial artist, is the first day of the Luo family, and on such an important day, it seems that it is not too much for the Luo family to hold a huge birthday banquet for Luo Qingling.

"Hello master!"

Just as a group of subordinates hurried towards the center of the home, a middle-aged man in green clothes strode towards the edge of the house.

Seeing this, the subordinates stopped and bent down respectfully, while the middle-aged man nodded slightly when he heard this, and continued to take it away towards the edge of the house. It wasn't until the middle-aged man's back disappeared that the subordinates dared to get up, wiped the sweat from their foreheads, didn't dare to have any discussion, and left quickly.

Knock! Knock!

A very rhythmic knock on the door came from outside the room, causing Luo Qinghan, who was curled up to sleep by the wall, to open his hazy eyes.

"Who?" Luo Qinghan asked subconsciously with sleepy eyes, as if he hadn't woken up yet.

"Han'er, it's me!" Hearing Luo Qinghan's inquiry, an extremely magnetic voice sounded outside the door, responding to Luo Qinghan's question.

Hearing this voice, Luo Qinghan seemed to be much more awake, and there was a hint of complexity on his face. "The door is unlocked, come in. ”

Crunch!

As soon as Luo Qinghan's words fell, the door was opened suddenly. After the door opened, a middle-aged man walked in, and this middle-aged man was Luo Qinghan's father, Luo Haoran, the current head of the Luo family, a master of the three grades of the martial king, even in Anling City, he was one of the best masters.

But every time Luo Qinghan thinks of this, he doesn't feel good in his heart, the father of a martial king Sanpin, actually has a son of a warrior Sanpin, which really responds to the proverb "Lao Tzu hero, son dog bear".

Although he was born with a defect and he was desperately cultivating, Luo Qinghan always felt that he had embarrassed his father, making his father a little unable to raise his head in the family and even in Anling City.

In fact, Luo Qinghan knows that his father loves him, and his father has been excluded from defending himself in the family, and he has caused a lot of gossip, and there have been several times when the position of the head of the family is a little unsafe.

These Luo Qinghan are all seen in their eyes and remembered in their hearts, but the more this is the case, the more Luo Qinghan feels guilty, feeling that he is sorry for his father and can't face his father.

Maybe, the only thing that makes Luo Qinghan feel that his father is sorry for him, or that there is a knot in his heart, is that Luo Haoran never talks about his mother, and until now Luo Qinghan doesn't know who his mother is, let alone see it.

Every time Luo Qinghan asked, Luo Haoran was just silent and didn't say a word, and the family didn't seem to know about it, this matter has always been a mystery in the family, and no one knew about it. The only thing Luo Qinghan knows now is that the beads on his chest are the only tokens left by his mother, and he doesn't know anything else.

Every time he faced his father, Luo Qinghan was a little panicked, and he didn't know what kind of attitude to face this head of the family's father, whether it was love, hate, guilt, or something else?

"Dad, shouldn't you be busy with Ling'er's birthday party, how do you have time to come here?" Seeing Luo Haoran walk into the room, Luo Qinghan, who was sitting on the ground, propped himself up with his wounded hands, patted the soil on his body, and said with a hint of rustiness in his tone.

"Han'er, your hands?" Looking at Luo Qinghan's hands covered with wounds, Luo Haoran's brows furrowed slightly, and a trace of heartache flashed in his eyes.

"It doesn't matter, I accidentally smashed it during my practice yesterday. Luo Qinghan was expressionless, raised his hands, looked at them, and then showed a self-deprecating smile.

Looking at his son's appearance, Luo Haoran's heart seemed to be pricked, and the pain was unbearable. But Luo Haoran, who was in pain in his heart, didn't know what to say at this time, how to comfort the injured young man in front of him.

The scene suddenly fell silent.

In the quiet room, the breathing sound of the two was clearly visible, and after a long time, Luo Haoran still took the lead in speaking: "Han'er, I heard Ling'er say that you didn't attend her birthday banquet today, is there something wrong?"

"It's nothing, I just don't think this kind of scene is for me. Luo Qinghan walked to the basin, lowered his head and began to clean the wound left by the slamming of the window eaves last night.

The pain in the hand, a little piercing.

"Han'er, it's your sixteenth birthday in three days, and it's impossible for the family to invite the big and small forces in Anling City to hold a birthday banquet for you like today, so I decided to move your birthday to today, which means that you and Ling'er celebrate your birthday together today and hold a coming-of-age ceremony. Luo Haoran said.

When Luo Qinghan heard this, the corners of his mouth showed a sneer, thinking about the sons and ladies of the Luo family, when they had their adult birthdays, they didn't invite Anling City's strength to hold a grand birthday banquet.

Although Luo Qinghan was a little unhappy in his heart, Luo Qinghan didn't say it, Luo Qinghan knew that this was Luo Haoran's own decision, and the original intention was also for his own good. "Those old immortals won't agree, if I go to the banquet, I will only embarrass the Luo family!" Luo Qinghan bandaged the wound, put down his hands, looked at Luo Haoran and said loudly.

"With me, they dare to disagree!" said Luo Haoran's momentum suddenly rose, and a kind of domineering as the head of the family was clear at a glance.

Luo Qinghan looked at his strong father, and he was inexplicably moved in his heart.

"At noon, I'll be in time for the ballroom, and now I'll have to sleep a little longer. After speaking, Luo Qinghan turned his back and lay on the bed, ignoring Luo Haoran no longer.

Looking at Luo Qinghan, who was lying on the bed with his back to him, Luo Haoran opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say it, just sighed lightly, and then left Luo Qinghan's room.

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Just after the hour, just after noon, the banquet hall of the house began to become lively, and the guests who participated in the birthday banquet of Luo Qingling arrived at the house one after another, and the people began to get busy, carefully serving the guests in the banquet hall.

It can be said that the guests who came to this banquet hall this time are all famous figures in this Anling City, and as one of the three overlord families in Anling City, it is not difficult to invite these people.

At this time, at the entrance of the banquet hall, the birthday gifts have already piled up into a mountain, and this "mountain" is constantly increasing. In front of the desk, the bookkeeper was sweating profusely, constantly recording the gifts sent by the guests, half of the thick notebook had been used, and several brushes had been used.

Luo Haoran and the high-level officials of the Luo family kept wandering in the banquet hall, greeting the guests in the banquet room, greeting each other, as if everyone had been friends for many years.

I don't know when, Luo Qinghan has quietly come to the banquet hall, he sat quietly in a corner of the banquet hall, looking at the lively crowd in the hall, without saying a word.

The quiet cold seemed out of place in the whole lively hall.

"Yo, Third Prince, why are you sitting here? It didn't take long for a piercing voice to sound in Luo Qinghan's ears, and then, a figure appeared in front of Luo Qinghan, and this figure was the black-clothed young man Luo Ziming yesterday.

"I heard that today you are the same protagonist as the second lady, and the table in the middle is your place. Luo Ziming walked behind Luo Qinghan, put his hands on Luo Qinghan's shoulders, and then patted Luo Qinghan and said loudly.

For this son of the Luo family who has been following the eldest prince Luo Qingcheng, Luo Qinghan has never had any good feelings, although Luo Ziming is the second grade of the little martial artist, but Luo Qinghan does not seem to put him in his eyes.

"Get out, you don't care where I sit!" Luo Qinghan shook off Luo Ziming's arm with his shoulder, and then said coldly.

Hearing this, a trace of anger flashed in Luo Ziming's eyes, and he immediately returned to normal. "Yo, my third son is angry!" As he spoke, Luo Ziming put his hand on Luo Qinghan's shoulder again, but this time Luo Ziming secretly increased his strength.

"Hmm!" Luo Qinghan suddenly surged in his body, snorted, and almost vomited blood.

"Luo Ziming, what are you doing!" At this moment, on the table in the center of the banquet hall, Luo Qingling, who had been looking for Luo Qinghan, happened to see this scene

Seeing this scene, Luo Qingling immediately shouted angrily no matter what the occasion was.

Hearing Luo Qingling's coquettishness, the lively banquet hall suddenly quieted down, and everyone followed Luo Qingling's gaze and looked at the corner where Luo Qinghan was.

Feeling everyone's gaze, Luo Ziming was stunned for a moment, and then laughed and said: "It's nothing, it's just that the third prince is sitting in the wrong place, I just told him the correct position, is it the third son!"

"Hmph!" Hearing this, Luo Qinghan first snorted coldly, and then under the gaze of everyone, he directly used his shoulder to shake Luo Ziming's arm away, got up, and walked straight in the direction of Luo Qingling.

Seeing this, Luo Haoran, who was greeting the guests, couldn't help frowning slightly, and asked out loud, "Han'er, what's the matter?"

"It's okay, I'm sitting in the wrong place. Luo Qinghan's face was expressionless, and he replied loudly, and after speaking, he ignored everyone's eyes and sat down next to Luo Qingling.

Hearing Qinghan's answer, Luo Haoran frowned, but after all, he didn't say anything, and the banquet hall also resumed the excitement just now, but compared with the excitement just now, this time's excitement was a little strange.

Legend has it that the three sons of the Luojia family were born with a wasted body, eighty percent of the meridians in their bodies were broken, and two percent were so fine that they were outrageous, and they only reached the three grades of samurai after 16 years of cultivation. And although there are only three samurai products, because of the relationship between the head of the Luo family, Luo Haoran, he has been in the position of the third son of the Luo family for sixteen years, and it has not changed.

What's even more strange is that the third son of the Luojia family voluntarily moved to the edge of the Luojia and lived with his subordinates・・・・・・

Thinking of the various deeds and legends of the three sons of the Luo family in Anling City, the guests in the banquet room couldn't help but frequently look in the direction of Luo Qinghan, wanting to see what the three sons of the Luo family looked like in this legend.

Feeling the strange gaze of everyone, Luo Qinghan didn't pay attention to it, just lowered his head and didn't know what he was thinking.