Ling Yi had sharp ears and eyes, and being in the same room so close, of course he heard the sound!
Even without mentioning him, Ling Sheng and Ling Ruolan naturally heard it at this moment.
At the same time, they seemed to have just regained their sense of smell, and suddenly they smelled the unique fragrance of the Regent Zhangsun Wuji in the room.
Especially Ling Yi, his face turned completely pale at this moment.
There was no trace of blood in his face, and he couldn't stop feeling cold.
He actually noticed when there was a person behind the screen just a few inches away. He didn't smell the obvious and unique fragrance on the person, as if his nose was out of order!
How terrible!
Ling Ruolan had never been as nervous as she was now when Baili Feiyue told her everything she had done one by one.
He didn’t leave, how could he not leave!
No, when did we turn back?
Did he hear everything?
Would he think she was a vicious woman?
No, it won’t!
She was just trying to kill Ling Jing. She wasn't vicious! For someone like Ling Jing, it didn't matter if one or two of them died! What Ling Jing could give him, she could give him better!
Just when she was becoming extremely panic-stricken, Changsun Wuji came out from behind the screen, hugging Baili Feiyue.
There was an imperceptible shrinkage in the depths of Ling Sheng's pupils.
"General Ling, I am also disappointed."
He laughed, but it made people feel unspeakably dangerous, and Ling Yi's hair stood on end again.
"I don't even want to bully people, but you guys can bully them easily in Ling Mansion."
Baili Feiyue turned sideways, the hand on his waist moved to his neck, and said softly, "I don't want to stay here anymore, Changsun Wuji, let's go..."
The man's purple eyes beneath the mask looked at her with inexplicable emotion.
Baili Feiyue raised her head, "I'm so tired, beautiful lady, please hold me."
"Hurry up."
The man picked her up calmly, walked a few steps and turned back, "General Ling, if you meet her again, remember to respectfully address her as the Regent Princess."
After saying this, he left holding Baili Feiyue.
Inside the house, the atmosphere seemed frozen.
For a long while, Ling Sheng's voice and emotions were completely devoid of any emotion. "Ling Yi, choose a house and decorate it as a Buddhist temple. Send her in, and you personally choose someone to guard her. If she forces her way out," he closed his eyes, "cripple her hands and feet!"
When Ling Yi heard this, the blood in his body suddenly came alive, and he shouted excitedly, "Yes! Master!"
He liked this order so much and was willing to carry it out!
Ling Ruolan's heart, which had been twisted into an ugly knot of hatred because of the sudden appearance of Zhangsun Yun Wuji and the close interaction between him and Baili Feiyue, suddenly came to her senses.
impossible!
How could Dad give such an order!
He likes her so much and is so satisfied with her as a daughter!
She didn't do anything wrong, why treat her like this!
Isn't it that everyone is fine? Only she is in trouble! Did the father see it?
"Dad... I didn't do anything wrong. I didn't do anything wrong! You can't do this to me..."
However, Ling Sheng's heart was now full of wounds and bleeding. Endless fatigue and heartache filled him. He didn't want to say another word.
What sin did Ling Sheng commit in his previous life that his children are so incompatible...
"father!"
"father!"
The two sounds were very vague in Ling Sheng's ears, so vague that he could hardly hear them.
At this time, Ling Xueer, who had not appeared, ran in, pursed her lips tightly, holding a prescription in her hand, but did not speak.
Ling Yi saw her, "Ms. Eighth, the master asks you to take care of her for the time being."
Without him saying anything, Ling Xueer had already gone to Ling Sheng's bedside, and at that moment, Ling Sheng was in too much pain.
The iron-blooded general, who had been seriously injured countless times and had always relied on his strong willpower to stay awake, had already fallen asleep at this moment.
Seeing that Ling Xueer had taken out a clean handkerchief to wipe the cold sweat off Ling Sheng's face, Ling Yi didn't give Ling Ruolan any chance at all.
Ling Ruolan did not resist.
Even the expression on his face had returned to being cold and indifferent.
She actually lost?
She actually lost to a lowly-born bitch like Ling Jing? !
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