Therefore, Old General Ling Zhan came back with the envoys from the Dongchen Kingdom and the peace treaty.
"Hahahaha!" Old General Ling Zhan raised his head and smiled, with a look of pride on his face, "Everyone, get up."
After Ling Luo stood up, he stood behind Ling Nie and Ling Yue, with his head slightly lowered. Like many other descendants.
She had noticed just now that the appearance of Ling Yue's face had almost recovered.
Ling Zhan Old General Ling's eyes fell on Ling Nie first, and he said in a deep voice: "Nie'er, I heard that a lot of things have happened at home recently."
When Ling Nie's name was called, a layer of cold sweat broke out on his palms. He was the first to step out of the queue, bowed slightly and said, "Dad, it's true that things haven't been peaceful at home recently."
"It's not just peaceful!" The smile on Ling Zhan's face instantly faded and became full of anger, "You unfilial son, do you think you don't know anything because your father is far away at the border?"
"Father, please calm down!" Ling Nie was shocked and hurriedly knelt down on the ground, his back was wet with cold sweat.
He, the iron-blooded general who commanded the 100,000 forbidden troops in Yingyang Imperial Capital, was not afraid of anything, but he was only afraid of his father at home.
Ling Zhan snorted coldly, his falcon-like eyes flashed with sharpness, and said sternly: "I have told you countless times, Yu Min is not a good person, but you want to go against your father, and you have no trust in her.
Plus, now that the truth is out, do you know you were wrong?"
Ling Nie's body couldn't help but tremble, and he didn't even dare to raise his head, and said in a weak voice: "My child knows that I am wrong, my child knows that I am wrong!"
"It's a pity Yu Ling, I have always liked her very much." The old man's face showed sadness and regret, and he sighed, "She should not have died early."
At this moment, Ling Nie was kneeling on the ground, not even daring to say a word.
Ling Zhan never looked at his disappointed son again. He glanced at Ling Nie's main vein and said slowly: "Luo'er, come here."
Ling Luo was very surprised when her name was called, and her heart skipped a beat. In front of such an old man, she was afraid that something would be revealed.
She took a deep breath, and under the envious and jealous eyes of everyone, she walked to the center, knelt down, and made a big salute: "Grandpa is well."
"Get up." When Ling Zhan faced Ling Luo, his voice was obviously much kinder.
Ling Luo's heart moved slightly. She stood up and bravely raised her head to look at the only person in the family who could protect her.
At this time, Ling Nie beside him slowly stood up.
Ling Zhan's face immediately changed, he became majestic and shouted angrily: "Who allowed you to get up? You unfilial son, kneel down!"
Ling Nie was so frightened that his legs went weak, and he immediately knelt down again, kowtowed repeatedly, and begged for forgiveness.
Ling Zhan snorted coldly, and his gray eyebrows flew into his bun, looking very ferocious.
Every descendant of the Ling family present was watching with their eyes, nose and heart, holding their breath and concentrating, not daring to express their anger for fear of angering this ancestor.
Ling Yue looked at Ling Luo with jealousy, why could this little bitch get the protection of her ancestors? She was so unwilling!
A faint smile appeared on the corner of Ling Luo's lips, and the look in her eyes that looked at Ling Zhan no longer contained a trace of fear, but instead contained a hint of intimacy.
Ling Luo's reaction undoubtedly made Ling Zhan feel relieved, and the anger on his face dissipated a lot, and he sighed softly: "After Yu Ling left, the person I feel most sorry for is you, the child.