Ling Yuanzhou sat in front of the desk and looked at the guards in the room expressionlessly. The expressions on the guards' faces were also surprisingly solemn. After all, if such a big thing happened to his eldest lady, the city lord's heart must be burning like a fire.
It's generally unbearable. Although they can't fully understand Ling Yuanzhou's mood at this time as slaves, they can't act as if nothing has happened. Those who are slaves should have some awareness of being slaves. These people are in the city lord's mansion.
wait
After many years of waiting, they still understand this truth. But their leader, Lu Zhengyang, is dead. This is the issue that worries the guards the most. They don't know what kind of strength Lu Zhengyang is, and he can kill Lu Zheng.
Yang, not to mention the third-level martial artist, even the second-level warrior will still take some effort, but according to the information sent back by the spies, Lu Zhengyang's death method seems to be a bit too simple. This simple method of death also means that the murderer's strength
It is a large part of Gao Lu Zhengyang.
The guards couldn't figure out what kind of person this young lady, who had only been out for a few days, had offended?
The guards couldn't understand this problem, and Ling Yuanzhou naturally couldn't understand it either. Moreover, Ling Shiqing and Li Longqian had disappeared without a trace, and their lives and deaths were unknown. This was what worried Ling Yuanzhou the most. His own girl
His appearance is outstanding, this
What if he really fell into the hands of the thief and lived a life that was worse than death? It would be better to die happily. At this moment, Ling Yuanzhou regretted that he should not have let his daughter go out in the first place. Who would have thought that what happened just now
Such a big thing happened when we went out.
"Is there still no news about Qing'er?" Ling Yuanzhou asked in a hoarse voice.
"Return to the city lord, not yet." A guard replied tremblingly.
When Ling Yuanzhou heard this, he suddenly raised his head and stared at the guards in front of him. He was silent for a quarter of an hour, and then shouted: "Since there is no news, what are you doing here? Go out and look for it? You guys wait here.
There will be news, right?"
After hearing Ling Yuanzhou's roar, the guards quickly turned around and ran outside the study. This was the first time in so many years that Ling Yuanzhou was so furious.
After the guards left the study, Ling Yuanzhou sat alone in front of the bookcase. Even though there was already a mountain of notebooks on the case, Ling Yuanzhou was still not in the mood to take a look. After so many years, the thing that Ling Yuanzhou feared the most finally happened.
.
"I hope you can keep our daughter safe and sound."
Ling Yuanzhou looked up at the portrait of a beautiful woman in the front of his study room and murmured softly. Ling Yuanzhou had collected this portrait for many years and refused to take it out because he was afraid that Ling Shiqing would be hurt when he saw it. He didn't take it out until Ling Shiqing left.
This portrait was hung up.
Paint a woman with her eyebrows lowered between peonies.
The appearance of this woman is surprisingly similar to Ling Shiqing's. Even the painting can make people feel the suffocating beauty. This woman is Ling Shiqing's mother.
…
In Fengya Pavilion.
Today's Fengya Pavilion is particularly lively, because today is the big day for Madam Qing to select people, so more and more guests come here to see her beauty. The powerful and wealthy people who are usually invisible also come into Fengya Pavilion in groups.
In the Accord, the purpose was not to spend a night of sex with the singer in the brothel, but to take a look at Madam Qing's stunning dancing.
In stark contrast to the bustling Feng Ya Pavilion, Ling Shiqing's room was in Ling Shiqing's room. Ling Shiqing was sitting alone by the blue window. Her little face without any makeup was still delicate, but maybe because she hadn't slept all night, the look in her eyes was...
It was covered with bloodshot eyes, but not only was it not ugly, but it looked pitiful, making it look even more delicate and charming.
The heavy rain finally stopped, and Ling Shiqing stretched out her jade hand to catch two raindrops under the eaves.
"Are you still alive?"
Ling Shiqing's red lips parted slightly and she asked as if she was talking to herself.
For some reason, her mind was filled with that person's appearance at this moment, and that person's appearance didn't seem to be as disgusting as in Le'an City. As she thought about it, tears burst out of Ling Shiqing's eyes, and the crystal clear teardrops began to flow from her eyes.
Ling Shiqing's beautiful eyes were filled with tears. Madam Qing looked at Ling Shiqing, even if she was crying, she could still cry so movingly.
"What will he look like now? Even if he is not dead, he must be seriously injured."
Ling Shiqing said in a choked voice, even if there was Mrs. Qing beside her, Ling Shiqing was not aware of it.
Ling Shiqing stared blankly, looking at the night outside the window, shedding tears quietly. Ling Shiqing missed that person, that person who usually had a playful smile, but who would stand in front of her every critical moment.
"Master Li, good people have their own destiny. Miss, why do you have to do this to yourself?"
Mrs. Qing asked with a frown as she looked at the untouched food on the table.
After Ling Shiqing heard Mrs. Qing's words, she looked back sadly at the food on the table, reached out to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes, and said with a slight smile: "If he is here, he must like to eat."
"He loves to eat, so you have to eat too. If you keep doing this, I'm afraid you'll have passed out from hunger before Mr. Li comes back. I'm afraid Mr. Li will still be heartbroken if he sees you like this." Qing.
The lady advised.
"Distressed?"
Ling Shiqing was slightly startled when she heard this, curled her lips and whispered, "He is not a person who cares about others."
"If Mr. Li doesn't care about others, how could he risk his life to save you?"
"How do you know he was risking his life to save me?" Ling Shiqing's eyes suddenly turned sharp, and she looked at Madam Qing with extra caution.
Mrs. Qing smiled faintly, reached out and closed the window of the room, and whispered: "It's cold, don't freeze."
"You haven't answered my question yet." Ling Shiqing stood up suddenly.
"If Mr. Li hadn't tried his best to save you, how could he have been injured? Girl, you are too sensitive." Madam Qing patted Ling Shiqing on the shoulder and said softly.
Ling Shiqing looked at Madam Qing and said nothing. Indeed, based on Madam Qing's countless experiences, these things were not unusual.
"I heard him say that you are waiting for a sweetheart in Fengya Pavilion?" Ling Shiqing looked at Madam Qing and asked cautiously.
"Yes." Mrs. Qing had no reaction when she heard this, and just nodded lightly.
Ling Shiqing looked at Mrs. Qing and wanted to continue asking, but when the words came to her lips, she didn't know how to speak.
"If you want to ask, just ask." Madam Qing sat next to Ling Shiqing and spoke slowly.
"How did you survive after all these years?" Ling Shiqing finally plucked up the courage to ask.