The old ancestor's tough attitude, no matter who it is, can hear the deep meaning in it.
Leng Fengying stopped speaking.
The expression on his face was still gentle and calm.
But in the bottom of his eyes, there was a faint sternness flashing.
What does this old ancestor... mean
Why, it seems to want to get rid of the relationship between the royal family and Ye Qingluo
"The old ancestor really has sharp eyes, and he can see through the real thoughts in the monarch's heart at a glance."
Suddenly, a sweet voice with a smile came from the backyard of the garden.
I saw Ye Qingluo walking leisurely with small steps, with his hands behind his back, walking slowly from the path in the backyard.
That leisurely appearance did not reveal the solemnity and nervousness of her about to inherit the position of the suzerain of the Sanquan sect at all.
Ye Qingluo's attire today is also a little more formal.
Still wearing a long red dress.
But today, she worked a lot on the long skirt.
Different from the usual ones, the simple and elegant ones have no patterns.
The red dress she was wearing today was dotted with silver scales, shining brightly.
She wore black silk that reached her hips, pulled her simple hair on the sideburns, and inserted a simple cherry blossom hosta obliquely.
It looks extremely elegant and agile.
When standing on the high platform, I suddenly felt an extremely majestic momentum released from the girl.
Four words immediately appeared in everyone's mind:
Nine! sky! mysterious! female!
"You... why didn't you wear the patriarch's costume that the old man prepared for you!" The old ancestor suddenly slapped the table and stood up when the night fell, his brows furrowed into a ball.
Ye Qingluo tilted her head, and smiled wantonly and flamboyantly: "I think it's more comfortable to wear my own clothes."
"Presumptuous!" The old ancestor had an angry look on his face, "On weekdays, you are arrogant, and this old man can spoil you. Today is such a solemn day, but you are still so presumptuous!"
Ye Qing raised his eyebrows. Facing the angry ancestor, she twitched her lips slightly: "When did the ancestor get used to me?"
"Seven girls!" The ancestor seemed to have never expected that Ye Qingluo would embarrass her in front of so many people.
Ye Qingluo plucked his ears: "Old Ancestor, I'm right next to you, I can hear you, don't shout so loudly, keep your voice, you have to give your speech on the new suzerain later."
The old ancestor was trembling with anger, and his hand, which was leaning on crutches, also had bruised veins.
The Beiming family followed, immediately took the old ancestor's arm, and said in a warm voice: "Ancestor, I know that you have not been able to rest well for several nights in order to prepare the suzerain's costume for Miss Seven.
After all, Miss Seven is only a fifteen-year-old child, so why would she like that kind of dull-colored clothes, so don't worry about it with children. "
Her voice is not loud, but not small either.
It explained the current situation properly and beneficially.
"Old Ancestor, today is the big day of the Sanquan Sect, you, just smile, don't frighten the younger generation with a stern face." Beiming persuaded again in a gentle voice.
The ancestor's expression restrained a bit.
The hand on crutches tightened.
Immediately, he raised his head and looked at Ye Qingluo, his eyes softened a bit: "Forget it, I am old and I don't understand the colors you young people like. Seventh girl likes to wear this dress, so she will wear this dress to inherit the suzerain position."
After finishing speaking, with Beiming's support, he returned to his seat.
Ye Qingluo didn't bother to argue with her ancestors.
She turned her head and looked at Leng Fengying: "It seems that in the eyes of outsiders, it is just a forced act for the monarch and me to be brothers."