After that, Yun Tinglan told Yun Lingsong about his experiences in the past few years, but Yun Lingsong seemed to have little patience. It didn't take long for him to say that he still had important things to deal with, and urged Yun Tinglan to go to Ye Qingsong.
dye.
When Yun Lingsong returned to the mansion, a young man walked towards her.
"The child has met his father."
When Yun Lingsong saw the extraordinary man in front of her, she smiled with satisfaction: "Lei'er."
This young man's name is Yun Tinglei, he is the eldest son of Yun Lingsong and the biological brother of Yun Tinglan.
In addition to this identity, he is also one of the five heroes of the Yun clan.
"Lei'er, guess who I just saw?"
"I don't know, kid." Yun Tinglei shook his head.
"Lan'er."
"Lan'er?" A trace of confusion flashed across Yun Tinglei's eyes, but he soon regained his clarity, "Daddy is talking about... Tinglan?"
"good!"
Yun Tinglei's expression changed slightly, and he lowered his voice and said, "But isn't she already dead?" She was killed by Ye Qingran in the Central Territory.
Yun Lingsong narrowed his eyes and sneered: "Ye Qingran didn't kill her. Otherwise, she would have died. But Ye Qingran never thought that her temporary weakness would lead to her death!"
Yun Tinglei raised his eyebrows, "How do you say this?"
"Yun Tinglan just told me that Ye Qingran has indeed arrived in Yunzhong City, and Yun Tinglan knows where she is now..."
Yun Tinglei's eyes flashed, "Dad, what do you mean?"
"I told her that my submission to Miss Yunlan was just a temporary measure and would help Ye Qingran prevent Miss Yunlan from succeeding as the clan leader."
Yun Tinglei sneered.
They are Miss Yunlan's loyal ministers, and they submit to her willingly. How can this be an expedient solution?
His sister is still as stupid as ever!
"Dad, what you mean is that Yun Tinglan will take us to see Ye Qingran?"
"good!"
"But just because Yun Tinglan is stupid, that doesn't mean Ye Qingran is also stupid, right? What if she's not a thoughtful person?"
"So, I had someone follow Yun Tinglan! So what if she doesn't come? As long as we know where she is hiding, she can't escape from our hands!" Yun Lingsong slowly clenched her fingers, looking threatening.
A must-have look.
Yun Tinglei nodded slowly, then thought of something again, and he looked worried again, "Dad, if Emperor Zun and Ye Qingran get together, then things will be difficult."
Yun Lingsong disagreed, "Miss Yunlan said that she has already made a plan with the Saint of Wuji Hall, and the Emperor will return to West Ji in the next two days."
"Miss Yunlan, you really have left out everything!" Yun Tinglei gave a thumbs up and praised.
"Then, dad, do we want to report it to Miss Yunlan?"
"Of course not!"
"Ye Qingran is currently Miss Yunlan's biggest obstacle. If we can help her eliminate such a big obstacle, when Miss Yunlan becomes the clan leader, our family will definitely be able to move into the inner city!"
Yun Lingsong's eyes flashed with brilliance, showing great ambition.
The difference between the inner city and the outer city is a world of difference.
Once this mansion is moved into the inner city, it means that their lineage's status in the Yun Clan will become very important!
"In the past few days, you must monitor Ye Qingran and the others' every move at all times. Remember not to alert the enemy!"
"good!"
...
After Yun Tinglan saw Yun Lingsong, she felt much lighter.
She knew that her father must have his own reasons and would never become Yun Lan's lackey.
The residence arranged by Fu San is always quiet and elegant, befitting the emperor's status.
Yun Tinglan stopped in front of the gate. She seemed to feel something. She turned her head, but didn't see anything. She then stepped into the yard.
A black shadow flashed away after she entered the yard...
...
Yunzhong City
Inner city.
The floating island trestle is like a fairyland.
"Third Young Master, Second Young Lady has brought you the clothes you need to wear for the ceremony."
The servant stood at the door of the room, bowed his back, and spoke cautiously.
"It doesn't matter what I wear to her succession ceremony, right?"
After a while, a playful voice came from inside, very sexy.
The servant looked at the woman with astonishing temperament in front of him in fear, his whole body trembling.
After hearing the words, a dark light flashed in Yun Lan's eyes. She smiled faintly and said: "Third brother, you are my biological brother, and my sister will succeed the clan leader. Why doesn't it matter what you wear? Besides, these clothes
, my sister sewed it for you with her own hands."
After Yun Lan finished speaking, the door that was originally closed suddenly opened, almost slapping Yun Lan in the face.
Yun Lan's face darkened.
Through the open door, there is a white gauze curtain in the room, and you can vaguely see the figures of people inside. A man is lying on the soft couch with his head propped up, surrounded by beautiful women, who are feeding fruits and beating their legs.
Beating the legs, dancing, playing the piano.
These beauties are all dressed in scantily clad clothes, making the whole scene look stunning.
The servants all lowered their heads and did not dare to look inside.
The man here is Yun Zhongyue, the third son of the Yun clan leader.
"Sister, what's the point of being the leader of the clan? Why don't you learn from my brother and be lively and cheerful?"
Yun Zhongyue suddenly started to do it, and with a casual pull, a beauty was pulled into his arms and sat in his arms.
Yun Lan's eyes flashed with disgust, but she smiled dignifiedly, "Third brother, don't say this anymore. Everyone has his own ambitions. If third brother likes this kind of life, he will wait until his sister takes the position of clan leader.
Live a carefree life, okay?"
After saying that, Yun Lan turned around and left.
"It's boring. Let's put the stool in the Wanhua Tower. I miss Miss Ruhua."
The man stood up and opened the gauze curtain, revealing his clear appearance.
She has a tall and tall figure, with a straight and straight body. The clothes on her body are loose and loose, revealing a large area of skin, as white as jade, but with clear texture.
The man's face was as carved as a knife and an axe, extremely delicate, and the curves at the corners of his lips were either evil or evil.
This is undoubtedly a monster-like man.
The little stool that had been waiting outside the gauze curtain shouted to the outside: "Third Master is going to Wanhua Building, why don't you hurry up and get ready!"
...
Ye Qingran, Fu Hanxiu and others, accompanied by Yunlu, walked on the streets of the outer city.
A burst of flower fragrance wafted over, and when I looked up, I saw petals fluttering in front of me, and it suddenly became lively.
"It's Mr. San!"
"The Third Master has come to our outer city again. Is he going to see Miss Ruhua again?"
"Does that need to be said? But the third master is really as carefree as ever!"
...
"Third Master?" Ye Qingran couldn't help but murmured when he heard this title.
Yunlu lowered his voice and said, "The third master they call refers to your third uncle Yun Zhongyue."
Ye Qingran nodded.
She knew something about her third uncle.
The current patriarch, Yun Batian, has three sons. The eldest went to the Holy Land of the West, the second is a cultivator, and the third is a loser who is infatuated with Wenwen Township and is romantic and happy.
Yun Zhongyue is his third uncle.
The team is approaching.
There were dozens of guards and maids in front and back, scattering flowers and playing the pipa. Those who didn't know thought it was some emperor who was traveling.
The sedan in the center is carried by thirty-two bearers. It is as big as a house, with gauze curtains hanging all around. Looking from the outside, you can vaguely see a dozen figures inside, which is not too romantic and happy.
Ye Qingran's mouth twitched.
She knew that her third uncle was a romantic person, but she didn't expect that he was so good at it.
He simply interprets the word ‘dandy’ to the extreme.
Ye Qingran and others retreated to the roadside to let this exaggerated team pass.
"As expected of my uncle, he even wants to let everyone know about his visit to a brothel."
Ye Qingran joked with a smile.
Fu Hanxiu glanced at her speechlessly. Why did he think she was not ashamed, but proud?
I don’t know if Ye Qingran’s joke was heard by Yun Zhongyue, but his voice came from the sedan, “Stop!”