Chapter 130 She is the Master of Medicine King Valley!
Hearing the footsteps coming from outside, Ling Zhengrong put down the tea cup and looked sideways. Through the hollow wooden wall, several figures could be vaguely seen walking towards the door, and soon appeared at the door.
Ling Zhengrong took a closer look and saw a woman in white walking in slowly, surrounded by two maids.
The woman is dressed in white and looks better than the snow. Her temperament is pure and elegant, her hair is three thousand black, and her skin is as white as jade.
However, that face was covered by white gauze and was hazy, revealing only the delicate eyebrows.
These eyebrows...
At first glance, Ling Zhengrong's eyebrows skipped a beat, and he thought of that person almost subconsciously. His pupils shrank heavily, and he almost didn't stand up in excitement.
However, he soon came to his senses and couldn't help laughing to himself.
That person is the owner of Yaowang Valley! How could he appear at the Prime Minister's Palace in Donglin?
He must be overthinking it.
"Qingran, this is the old prince of Lingguo Mansion." Ye Yu naturally didn't notice Ling Zhengrong's abnormality and spoke first.
Ye Qingran nodded and nodded towards Ling Zhengrong, "I have met Mr. Ling!"
Ling Zhengrong looked at Ye Qingran intently, slightly surprised.
If he hadn't known that Ye Qingran was the legitimate daughter of Ye Mansion, he would have thought of her as the owner of Yaowang Valley when he first saw her.
Their body shapes are very similar, and their temperaments are somewhat similar, but the Valley Master has always lived in seclusion and has an aloof status. It is impossible to have any relationship with the young lady from the Prime Minister's Palace of Donglin, a small country.
"Are you Ye Qingran?"
Ye Qingran nodded.
"That's right, I came here today because of my grandson Shaoyang's affairs." Ling Zhengrong said calmly. His old voice still retained the richness and power of the past, making people feel like an iron-blooded soldier.
temperament.
"I heard that you made a bet at the hunting festival. If he loses to you in the archery competition, he will become your disciple. Is this true?"
"Yes, this is indeed the case."
Ye Qingran nodded gently, his tone was calm, neither humble nor overbearing, which surprised Ling Zhengrong, a veteran who had been on the battlefield for decades.
"Since this is indeed the case, I wonder if the little girl of the Ye family can give me some face?"
"Mr. Ling, what kind of face do you want me to sell you?"
"Give up the right to become the master of my grandson Ling Shaoyang. Of course, our Ling Guo Mansion will compensate you for this and will not let you be wronged. As for your request, you can make it. As long as I, the Ling Guo Mansion, can afford it, I will do my best.
satisfy."
Ye Qingran smiled lowly.
"Little girl of the Ye family, why are you laughing?"
"There's nothing wrong with me here. I'm just afraid that Prince Ling, who is so loyal and true to his words, won't be able to do that treacherous thing, right?"
Ling Zhengrong choked, and his already dark face turned even redder.
Ye Yu stared: "Qingran, why are you talking to Mr. Ling?"
"The little girl of the Ye family really knows my Shaoyang." Ling Zhengrong shook his head gently.
His grandson is like a stone in the latrine, with a bad temper and a tough temper. Who knows who he inherited it from?
"That's right. After all, we are one of the three weirdos in Xiliang City. We are divided into groups."
Ling Zhengrong: "..."
This doesn’t seem to be a matter of showing off, right?
"To be honest, I have found a master for Shaoyang, but he didn't know before that something like this would happen. So, as long as you, the little girl of the Ye family, agree, I will find a way for Shaoyang.
Soothing.”
"Oh? I wonder who the master Mr. Ling is looking for for Ling Shaoyang? How can he be so valued by Mr. Ling?"
Ling Zhengrong didn't want to mention it more, but when she thought that this matter had something to do with Ye Qingran and she had the right to know, she simply showed her cards and said: "She is the master of Yaowang Valley!"
The owner of Yaowang Valley?
Ye Qingran had no reaction, but Ye Yu stood up in shock.
Looking at the name of the Valley Master of Yaowang Valley, who in the entire Central Territory doesn’t know it?
If you can become the disciple of the Master of the Medicine King Valley, that would be a supreme honor. Wouldn’t your future be a smooth one?
There was a calculating light in Ye Yu's eyes.
His second daughter Ye Huanhuan is so outstanding. I wonder if she can gain a relationship like Ling Zhengrong and become the master of Yaowang Valley?
Although she is already a disciple of Qingyun Sword Master, having one more master doesn't matter, right?
By then, his daughter, Ye Yu, is from Yaowang Valley. How embarrassing would it be to say that? Even His Majesty will respect him!
Ling Zhengrong kept looking at Ye Qingran. Seeing him mentioning the owner of the Yaowang Valley, she didn't react at all. She just showed a faint look of understanding. She couldn't help but admire the little girl of the Ye family a little more.
Unfazed by favors and humiliations, watching the flowers bloom and fall in front of the court, she really looks a bit like her mother!
"Since the other party is the master of Yaowang Valley, Qing Ran, you can't compare with them, so give up quickly!" Ye Yu urged.
In his opinion, his eldest daughter is worthless, how can she compare with the owner of the Yaowang Valley?
Ye Qingran didn't even look at Ye Yu, she thought he was farting!
"Since Mr. Ling is so determined, I have to give him face, right..." Ye Qingran said in a relaxed tone, glancing at the door unintentionally, and said slowly: "In that case, then I won't..."
"I don't agree!"
Before Ye Qingran finished speaking, he was interrupted by a clear shout from outside.
As soon as he finished speaking, Ling Zhengrong's expression suddenly became extremely ugly.
A figure rushed into the front hall a few steps from outside.
Several people looked over in surprise, but they saw that the young man had a figure as tall as a pine tree, with extraordinary handsome features, but his face was as cold as frost, and he was full of evil aura.
He clenched his fists, veins popped out on his forehead, and seemed to be quite angry.
Behind him, there was a group of people walking slowly toward the front hall in small groups, as if they were watching a play.
Astonishingly, they were a group of noble ladies from Xiliang led by Ye Huanhuan.
"Asshole!"
Ling Zhengrong stood up and cursed angrily.
He was almost successful, but he never thought that this brat would come out and do bad things at the critical moment. He was really angry!
Seeing this, Ye Huanhuan and others couldn't help but smile playfully.
Sure enough, everyone said that Ling Shaoyang's temper was very similar to that of Ling Zhengrong when he was young. Both of them were very stubborn. Now that they met, they would not let it go until their heads were broken.
This will be a very exciting show!
"Grandpa, I have said before that a gentleman's words are hard to follow. Since I have agreed to Ye Qingran to be her master, I should be her master! Even if the master you find for me is the master of Yaowang Valley.
, but so what, if I break my promise, even if I go to Yaowang Valley to practice, I’m afraid I won’t be able to achieve anything in this life!”
As soon as this statement came out, everyone was stunned.