His grandson does not like political intrigues and is not good at intrigues. He is destined not to belong to the high places of the temple, but to the far reaches of the world.
His grandson also has a dream.
It is to reach the end of the world with your sword and measure the world with your feet!
However, the world outside is full of dangers, and without strong strength, it will be even more difficult to move forward.
Therefore, he has been persisting in finding a backer for him, a master who can learn true talents and practical knowledge. In this way, he can realize his dream!
"My son, grandpa, I don't expect you to be able to shine on the family lintel, and I don't expect the Lingguo Mansion to be glorious forever. Grandpa only hopes that you can be... free in this life!"
Ling Zhengrong's tone became lighter, full of affection, and the already white hair seemed to have a bit more snow color.
The stars move and the vicissitudes of life change. Nothing can last forever.
The same is true for Lingguo Mansion.
When things flourish, they must decline, and when things reach their extremes, they must reverse course. This is a law of nature that no one can change.
Over the years, the incense in Lingguo Mansion has withered, and he has already had a premonition.
Since life and death are determined by destiny and wealth, why not let go of everything and live according to your heart?
Ling Shaoyang was moved in his heart, and light flickered in his dark eyes.
"But, grandpa..."
"You don't have to say it, grandpa understands that if you don't want to be this evil person, then grandpa will do it!"
Ling Zhengrong waved his hand, turned around and left.
**
In a private room on the second floor of a street teahouse, Mu Qingrou and Ye Huanhuan were sitting across from each other, enjoying tea.
"I heard that Lord Ling did not agree with Ling Shaoyang's appointment as Ye Qingran's disciple. Yesterday, he went to the martial arts arena angrily and scolded Ling Shaoyang in front of many people!"
Ye Huanhuan paused, put down the tea cup in his hand, raised his eyes and looked at Mu Qingrou, "Is this serious?"
"It's absolutely true! I have a good friend who happened to be at the martial arts arena in Ling Guofu at that time and heard clearly. He said that the old prince had already found a master for Ling Shaoyang and did not agree with him to worship Ye Qingran in any case.
Be a teacher!"
Ye Huanhuan curled her lips and said disdainfully: "Ling Shaoyang is just a fledgling and doesn't understand the ways of the world. Doesn't the old prince understand that? In addition to his first-rate archery skills, Ye Qingran is just a waste who cannot practice. How can he be worthy of being Ling Shaoyang?
Master? It’s not surprising that the old prince disagrees.”
Mu Qingrou nodded, "But Ling Shaoyang is stubborn and insists on fulfilling his promise. How stupid! As long as he doesn't agree, I don't believe that Ye Qingran can do anything to Ling Guofu?"
Ye Huanhuan sneered, "After all, he is one of the three weirdos in Xiliang City. Birds of a feather flock together and people are divided into groups. He and Ye Qingran happen to have the same chemistry!"
"That's true!"
Mu Qingrou agreed very much.
"I have good news for you. The marriage between His Highness the Crown Prince and I has been decided." Ye Huanhuan thought of something as her eyes flashed, and she said shyly but happily.
Mu Qingrou's eyes lit up, "Really? When will the wedding be held?"
"The day after the Mid-Autumn Festival."
Mu Qingrou counted the days and found that there were only a few months left.
"Huanhuan, you will soon become the crown princess of Donglin, and you will be the mother-in-law of the world from now on! Congratulations so much, I'm really happy for you!"
"You are my good sister. If I become my queen in the future, I will naturally not forget you."
…
At this time, there was a commotion outside the window facing the street. A man was riding a tall horse, passing through the street, followed by several guards.
Ye Huanhuan looked down and his eyes flashed.
"They are from Ling Guofu! The leader should undoubtedly be Lord Ling himself!"
Mu Qingrou also stood up, leaned against the window, and saw the backs of several people.
"The old prince must be looking for Ye Qingran!" Mu Qingrou showed interest and said impatiently: "Huanhuan, let's go to Ye Mansion quickly, we can't miss this good show!"
"Don't worry, let someone inform Ling Shaoyang, and then inform the other nobles and ladies in the house, let's watch a good show together!"
Ye Huanhuan said quietly.
When Mu Qingrou heard this, a malicious smile gradually appeared on her face.
**
In this compartment, Ling Zhengrong came to Ye Mansion riding a tall horse and handed over the greeting card.
In the mansion, Ye Yu was shocked when he heard that the old prince of Lingguo Mansion had arrived. When this old prince was young, he was mostly in the military camp or on the battlefield, and he had no contact with him in either culture or martial arts. Now that he is old, he is even more reclusive.
"Why did Lord Ling come to my place?"
Ye Yu couldn't understand why, but he knew that this was an honored guest that His Majesty did not dare to neglect, so he changed his clothes and washed his face and went out to greet him in person.
"I wonder what kind of wind has brought you here, Mr. Ling?"
Ling Zhengrong looked at Ye Yu, his expression not very good. He was born as a general and had a rough temper. He couldn't play with the tricks of literati and writers.
More importantly, he couldn't stand Ye Yu.
He was born in a general and had experienced hundreds of battles. He had always admired Yun Suifeng, a junior. However, what he never expected was that the talented and beautiful female general would turn around and marry Ye Yu, a loser.
Back then, he was very angry. However, she was not his daughter, so he had no position to say anything.
I can only feel that Ye Yu is unhappy in my heart.
After Yun Suifeng married Ye Yu, he passed away within a few years, which made him even less fond of Ye Yu!
Ye Yu put on a kind smile, but his temperament seemed a bit vulgar.
Ling Zhengrong looked at him with an expressionless face. His iron-blooded appearance was honed on the battlefield, which made Ye Yu secretly frightened. His eyes were like lightning, and he seemed to be able to see the inner heart through the surface, making Ye Yu dare not look directly.
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Ling Zhengrong clasped his fists and said straight to the point, "Prime Minister Ye, let me tell you the truth. I am here today because of Ye Qingran!"
Is it Ye Qingran again?!
Ye Yu was in a daze.
Why is it that since the eldest daughter of his came back, there have been many more distinguished guests in the Ye Mansion, but they are not here for him, the prime minister, but for Ye Qingran?
Although his daughter has performed well recently, defeating Mu Qingrou and the Seventh Prince, and winning the first place in the hunting event, no matter what, she is just a loser who cannot practice!
In this continent where martial arts is respected, she is really of little use!
If possible, he hoped that these distinguished guests would come more for his second daughter Ye Huanhuan. In the future, she would become a crown princess or even a queen, which would bring more benefits to him.
"Qingran?" Ye Yu came back to his senses and ordered the scary person behind him: "Go listen to Yuxuan, invite the eldest lady to the front hall, and tell her that the old prince of Lingguo Mansion is looking for her."
After that, Ye Yu led Ling Zhengrong to the front hall.
In the front hall, Ye Yu asked his servants to pour tea for Ling Zhengrong. After thinking for a while, he asked tentatively: "My little girl is naughty and doesn't understand the rules. How did she bump into you, Mr. Ling?"
In Ye Yu's stereotype, Ye Qingran must have been at fault first.
Ling Zhengrong said calmly: "Prime Minister Ye, please be patient. Ye Qingran has not offended me, but there is one thing. I want to ask her to give me some face!"
Ye Qingran didn't cause any trouble?
Prime Minister Ye was flattered, "Old Prince Ling, if you are here and if you have any orders, just tell me directly. You are too embarrassing for me!"
Ling Zhengrong glanced at Ye Yu and couldn't help but feel even more contempt in his heart when he saw that he was smiling flatteringly and being humble.
How did that girl Yun Suifeng fall in love with Ye Yu in the first place?