Chong Ruoling covered his mouth and chuckled, "Everyone knows that the Independence Army uses force to rule the army, and everyone in the army is a master. If it weren't for the wrong time today, Ruoling would really want to go up and ask Adjutant Song for advice. It's just a pity.
...This is the residence of City Lord Liao, and the City Lord has a close relationship with my father. How could Ruo Ling get into a fight in front of the City Lord? Wouldn't it be disrespectful?"
Liao Wenyu's eyes flickered, and he stood up to cooperate with her, "What Miss Chong said is absolutely true. Today is a grand gathering of mercenaries from our Five Lakes State, and it is not appropriate to engage in a big fight. Adjutant Song, can you please look at my face and let us compete another day?"
"
When Liao Wenyu mentioned this, Song Shao naturally had no reason to refuse.
Song Shao's evil aura gradually subsided and he returned to his previous calm and gentle appearance.
Song Shao saluted the city lord, "Of course City Lord Liao opened his mouth, how can I disobey this etiquette? Guests are welcome to do as they please, I hope I don't disturb you all."
Liao Wenyu laughed and said, "Haha, how could it be? Adjutant Song is serious!"
The two of them became polite, "No, no, no..."
…
Everyone was chattering, obviously being stunned by Song Shao's actions just now.
Although the people in the major mercenary groups are not easy to deal with, compared with Adjutant Song who is willing to do anything and tear apart whenever he is asked, they really pale into insignificance.
It was rumored that the people in the Independence Army were all weird and crazy guys. Now it seems that the rumors are true.
The storm finally ended, and the atmosphere was restored again under Liao Wenyu's deliberate efforts.
Ling Xuewei sat lazily in her seat, looking at the people around her who were fawning over the Chong siblings, and the corners of her mouth curled up.
After drinking for three rounds, Liao Wenyu said, "I wonder how long Miss Chong will stay in Zecheng?"
Chong Ruoling said sweetly, "Uncle Liao, just call me Ruoling. You are an elder and you are appreciative of my father, so there is no need to be so polite."
Liao Wenyu was obviously very pleased with Chong Ruoling's overtures, so her title was naturally changed from 'Miss Chong' to 'Ruoling's niece'.
"We will stay in Zecheng for three days, and then I will go to Fanxu Imperial Capital with my brother."
As soon as these words came out, Liao Wenyu was slightly startled, and then asked, "The capital of Emperor Fanxu? Night repair city?"
"Exactly." Chong Ruoling nodded.
"What's Ruo Ling's niece doing in Yexiucheng?" Liao Wenyu asked.
Yexiu City is the capital of Fanxu Empire, a place that no one knows about among the monks in Middle-earth.
There, known as the 'God's Domain', it is a holy place that all monks look up to and dare not step into.
There, stands the Thousand-year-old Night Palace, which is the heart of the entire Fanxu Empire.
Therefore, even mentioning that place on weekdays feels out of reach.
Chong Ruoling said, "City Lord Liao didn't know that Emperor Ye was seriously ill. An order came from Yeji Palace, urging famous doctors in the world to go to Yexiu City to treat Emperor Ye."
"What?"
As soon as this statement came out, everyone in the hall was shocked!
Is Emperor Ye seriously ill?
What's going on?
Liao Wenyu was shocked, "Niece Ruoling, are you serious about this?"
Chong Ruoling continued, "Of course it's true. That's why Ruoling came to look for his brother because he wanted to take him to Yexiu City."
Liao Wenyu was a little unbelievable, "But Emperor Ye is seriously ill? How is this possible?"
Night Emperor.
That was the legendary Night Emperor.
The invincible Night Emperor, known as the 'Ye God Blood Demon', has mysterious strength and is as tall as the Nine Heavenly Gods! How could he be seriously ill!
Some people below wondered, "Is this news possibly misinformed?"
Chong Ruoling shook his head, "How can the news from the imperial list posted by Ye Jijun himself be false?"
"It seems to be true!"
"But what's going on? Emperor Ye has not been out for a long time since his battle with Buddha two years ago. Why is there sudden news that he is seriously ill today?"
"The two realms of Buddha and Moyuan have been recuperating since the war two years ago and have not caused trouble again. How could the Emperor of the Night suddenly become seriously ill?"
…
The buzz around her could no longer be heard. At this moment, Ling Xuewei felt cold all over her body and her ears were buzzing.
What does it mean...Ye Di is seriously ill?
How is that possible for that man?!
Ling Xuewei felt that the hand holding the wine glass was shaking a little, and it wasn't until her fingers felt wet that she suddenly came back to reality.
Ling Xuewei put down her wine glass and took a deep breath.
No, that man can’t. He is so strong, how could anything happen?
Just as Ye Moyan's lonely, cold and arrogant back suddenly flashed in her mind, with an expression full of loneliness, Ling Xuewei felt a pain in her chest, a dull pain.
The banquet broke up at some point, and Ling Xuewei didn't know how to get back. When she came to her senses, she had been sitting by the window for a long time, and it was already dark outside.
There was a knock on the door, Ling Xuewei was stunned for a moment, then stood up, and then found that half of her body was numb.
Moving her shoulders, Ling Xuewei grinned slightly and stepped forward to open the door.
Huangfuchen stood outside the door, "Are you okay?"
Ling Xuewei shook her head and stepped aside, "Come in."
Huangfuchen went in and closed the door, looking at her worriedly, "What happened?"
Huangfu Chen had been paying attention to Ling Xuewei's movements. Something was wrong with Ling Xuewei since she came back. She stood motionless in front of the window, in a daze, and stood there until late at night.
Huangfuchen couldn't help but worry when he saw Ling Xuewei like this.
"Nothing, just thinking about something." Ling Xuewei was a little absent-minded.
"What? Things are not going well?" Huangfu Chen asked worriedly.
Ling Xuewei chuckled, "How could it be? You don't trust me when I do things? What time is it now? Have you eaten?"
Huangfu Chen shook his head, "Not yet, just in time, come over and join you."
Ling Xuewei nodded, and the two of them ate together. During this period, Huangfu Chen secretly looked at Ling Xuewei's expression. Seeing that she was no different from usual, the worry in his heart faded a little.
After dinner, Ling Xuewei gave Huangfu Chen another injection and sent him to rest.
He slipped into the space, played with Snowball and Lightning for a while, and then went to work on the plantation.
Here, Snowball stared at the figure of his master not far away.
When Ling Xuewei broke the roots of a certain spiritual grass for the twelfth time, Snowball finally touched the lightning next to her.
Snowball said mischievously, "Lightning, do you think something is wrong with the master tonight?"
Lightning still looked like a little milk baby, looking at Snowball in a silly and cute manner, "What's wrong, Master?"
After a few days of training, Lingning can now speak. Although he has a two- or three-year-old voice, he can at least communicate without any worries.
Xueqiu touched his chin, "I don't know either. Anyway... something is very wrong with the master today."
Snowball had a serious expression on his face, and the little Lightning Baby next to him sucked his fat finger and looked at it with a squinted face.
Something's wrong with the owner? Why can't it tell?
After Ling Xuewei tore off countless spiritual grasses, she finally stopped, looked at the mess on the ground, and sighed.
It seems that I can't do anything well today, so I might as well go back and rest.
After a brief wash, Ling Xuewei left the room, lay down on the bed and closed her eyes.
But no matter how much she turned over, she didn't feel sleepy at all.
The anxiety in her heart did not subside but increased, eating away at her body bit by bit. Finally, after baking so many cakes, she sat up suddenly and rubbed her head irritably.
Ling Xuewei knew the reason for her anxiety.
After hearing the news during the day, she became restless.
Worry, anxiety, and...longing filled her heart, making her long-standing composure and calmness disappear.
I wonder, in the whole world, there is only one person who can make her so abnormal.
——Ye Moyan.
During the more than seven hundred days and nights she left, and the countless countless years in space, every time she thought of that man, she deliberately used busyness and non-stop practice to drive away this longing.
Otherwise, Ling Xuewei couldn't imagine how she would survive this long time.
It had been two years, and she thought she had gotten used to being alone, but she didn't expect that this longing would become heavier and deeper with time.
It seemed to have been integrated into her bones and blood, sinking deep into her heart. It only took an opportunity for it to come back and occupy all her thoughts and reason.
Is Ye Moyan really sick?
Don't know if the illness is serious?
There should be someone with superb medical skills around him, right?
But...if nothing happened, why would you search all over the world for famous doctors?
If the disease was not really serious and there was nothing to do, how could it be spread all over the world? Wouldn't it cause turmoil in the three realms?
Thinking of this, Ling Xuewei's mind became confused and she sat up suddenly!
No!
She is going to see Ye Moyan!
She must see Ye Moyan with her own eyes before she can feel at ease!
Ling Xuewei jumped out of bed suddenly and stopped suddenly when she was approaching the door!
After returning to her senses, Ling Xuewei knew that she couldn't leave now. She couldn't leave until things here were over.
This was the first time Ling Xuewei arrived so anxiously. She walked around the room a few times and her thoughts finally returned to calmness.
Ling Xuewei sat down, thought for a while, then put on her mask and went out.
Huangfuchen saw Ling Xuewei's leaving figure by the window, frowned, and then sighed quietly.
…
At this time, Song Shao was not in the mood to sleep, and the scenes from the day kept echoing while lying on the bed.
Thinking that one day he would meet the Lord of the City, he felt so excited that he couldn't sleep.
Song Shao rolled around and finally sat up. Since he couldn't sleep, he might as well meditate and practice.
At this moment, Song Shao suddenly noticed something strange happening outside the door.
"who?!"
Song Shao had just made a sound and had already rushed out!
The moment Song Shao'er opened the door, he saw a slender figure as tall as a bamboo.
Song Shao paused when he saw the person at the door. Isn't this the Lord of the City he had been thinking about just now?
Song Shao's palm barely stopped where he punched the visitor's chest.
"Cheng, city, you..."
At this moment, Song Shao no longer knew what to say, his face was filled with shock and disbelief.
"Go in first." Ling Xuewei said softly.
"Yes, yes..."
Song Shao could no longer express complete sentences.