The young man was about twenty years old, dressed in a long robe with purple sleeves and dark stripes, and a mutton fat white jade leather belt tied around his waist, standing there and bowing with his hands, with a graceful posture.

There was also a young man standing beside him who looked three points similar to him, this young man was dressed in a neat blue Yunxiang talisman bat pattern suit, with a rhino horn belt tied around his waist, and he had a heroic air that was different from that of the young man.

The two were clearly in a welcoming gesture.

Zhong Ling's eyes blinked as he listened to the polite reply of the scribe known as Mr. Su.

called grandfather, it seems that these are Zhou Xiuqi's two grandsons, that is, You Buyu's cousins. wap.✲❆✲f❇✫nfo

Yes, it seems that this Lingshan monk really attaches great importance to this banquet, and he didn't call his subordinates to welcome guests, but let his grandson come out to welcome guests.

Zhong Ling's gaze, which was obviously too straightforward, was immediately perceived by Zhou Yizhi.

After he sent Mr. Su in, his eyelids lifted up, and when he looked this way, he saw Zhong Ling standing there.

When his gaze touched the cold white and handsome face, but obviously not fourteen or fifteen years old, Zhou Yizhi's eyes flickered.

Whose child is this? Running here?

Don't you know that children are not allowed here today?

Zhou Yizhi's eyes narrowed, and after inviting the two scribes in front of him with a smile like a spring breeze, Zhou Yizhi looked at the young man who came to him with interest.

Zhou Yizhi has not yet spoken.

Zhou Yiyuan, who was beside him, stared at Zhong Ling and took the lead in speaking.

"What kind of fun are you kidding, no matter who you're looking for, you can't go in, at most tell me your name, and I'll call someone to help you call."

Zhong Ling looked at the young man in front of him who was as big as her, a child, obviously not knowing her.

He didn't say anything, just took out the invitation and handed it over.

Zhou Yiyuan looked at the invitation sticker, and his eyes widened.

"Huh? Are you a guest invited by your grandfather? ”

Zhou Yiyuan wanted to grab the invitation sticker, but Zhou Yizhi took it over.

Zhou Yizhi opened it and glanced at the name above.

Zhong Shuyu!

Zhou Yiyuan, who was looking at it with his neck next to him, had already screamed.

"Zhong Shuyu."

Zhou Yiyuan looked at Zhong Lingdao suspiciously, "Are you Zhong Shuyu?" ”

Zhong Ling calmly accepted this questioning gaze and said, "It's exactly below." ”

Zhou Yiyuan leaned next to his brother, and then looked down, it was still his grandfather's handwriting, and it was still a word of praise......

After reading his grandfather's words, Zhou Yiyuan didn't suspect that this young man had taken someone else's invitation, Zhong Xiucai, it was indeed not an older person.

But when I think of that sentence.

Zhou Yiyuan looked up and down at the young man as big as him and said, "You won the leader?" ”

Zhong Ling nodded and said, "Yes." ”

Zhou Yiyuan wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Zhou Yizhi, he looked at Zhong Lingdao with a smile, "I didn't know my identity just now, my brother is not inferior in his words, please don't blame Xiao Shuyu, please." ”

Zhou Yizhi compared a gesture of invitation at the moment.

The title of Xiao Shuyu made Zhong Ling feel uncomfortable.

When they met for the first time, what did they do so intimately, Zhong Ling glanced at him and stepped forward.

The subordinate who was there to attract guests in the early morning immediately said respectfully, "Little boy, please come here." ”

Zhong Ling quickly followed his subordinates into the garden.

Seeing the back of the walking cloud disappearing, Zhou Yizhi's eyes narrowed like a crescent moon, it seems that this Wenhui banquet will be much more interesting than in previous years.