"Grandpa." Ling Luo called sweetly, "Is Luo'er doing well?"
A kind smile appeared on Ling Zhan's face, he stroked his gray beard and said: "It's not just good, it's simply very good!"
Ling Luo blinked and said, "Grandpa, don't you think Luo'er did too much?"
Ling Zhan raised his eyebrows and said, "Is it too much? You didn't kill her, so why is it too much?"
Ling Luo couldn't hide her smile. This old man was really open-minded and very appetizing.
"But Luo'er still embarrassed the Ling family in front of others."
"Face is given by yourself." Ling Zhan narrowed his long eyes filled with years of wisdom and said, "Only you can keep your own face. From now on, Luo'er, you are the face of my Ling family."
Yes, face is given by oneself.
Ling Luo sat down next to Ling Zhan, feeling very touched in her heart.
The coming-of-age ceremony is still in progress, and with the small episode of Ling Luo, the performance of the remaining juniors seems unremarkable.
After the test is over, all Ling's children who have reached the fifth level of warriors will be blessed and crowned by their elders.
Next, all the female children of the Ling family who have just grown up will hold their own ribbons, one after another. If a man is interested in her, he will step forward to take the ribbon. If there are multiple men who like a woman at the same time,
A scramble will occur.
The girls of the Ling family are inherently beautiful, and many of them are quite capable, attracting countless young men from well-known families.
At this time, Ling Yue also packed up, changed into a more formal dress, combed her hair again, and a few strands of black hair slightly covered the cross wound on her cheek.
In her hand she held a purple brocade belt with rich golden peonies embroidered with gorgeous gold threads.
Ling Yue is the eldest daughter, so she is the first to take the stage.
She held the four-finger-wide brocade belt in both hands, bowed and blessed her body politely, then with a shy look on her face, her eyes wandered for a long time on a few particularly handsome or well-off young men.
But--
Time passed by, and Ling Luo sat on the sandalwood pear wood chair and slowly drank a whole cup of tea. No young master from aristocratic families came on stage to take Ling Yue's brocade belt.
Ling Yue was a little anxious, her eyes wandered over the faces of the young men who had shown her kindness countless times before, but all she saw was indifference and frowns.
Ling Yue's heart slowly sank.
Ling Luo poured another cup of tea and sipped it, feeling very good.
Xuanyuan Yu stood behind her and said with a smile: "Luo'er is really wilted. No one dares to want your sister anymore."
Ling Luo turned his head, looked at Xuanyuan Yu's appearance like a big fox, and gloated: "What? You sympathize with her, then go up and get her brocade belt. Maybe Sister Yue will agree when she is frustrated.
Marry you."
Xuanyuan Yu suddenly opened his eyes wide with a horrified expression: "Luo'er, you are being naughty again."
Ling Luo burst out laughing. When her eyes turned to the stage, her beautiful eyes lit up and she said in surprise: "Huh? Don't tell me, someone really wants her."
Xuanyuan Yu followed Ling Luo's line of sight and saw a middle-aged man dressed in extremely luxurious clothes, twisting his plump body and walking up.
It was none other than Jin Wan, the richest businessman with an obscene look on his face.
"Miss Ling Yue, can you bring Jin Wan to me?" Jin Wan walked up to Ling Luo, Man Yue's face flushed, "Jin is willing to marry you."
Ling Yue's face turned pale.
Ling Luo spit out a mouthful of tea and coughed for a long time.