On the contrary, Ye Qingluo stood beside the table calmly, looking at the two of them expressionlessly.
The old ancestor's face was pale, and his body was trembling all the time.
When had she ever suffered such humiliation
A junior, actually made her lose all face!
If it was true that Ye Qingluo's slap fell to the ground just now, the face of her ancestor of the Ye family would be completely ruined!
"Evil obstacle! Evil obstacle!"
After the ancestor regained his composure, he pointed at Ye Qingluo and reprimanded him angrily.
Beiming supported the old ancestor, comforted the old ancestor softly and said: "Ancestor, don't be angry, don't get angry, Miss Seven is still a child after all, she just saw Madam Ye's tablet and felt sad. If that’s the case, don’t worry about it with Miss Seven.”
Her voice is extremely soft and can calm people's hearts.
Said, Beiming glanced at Ye Qingluo again from the corner of her eye, and signaled her to stop getting angry with her ancestor.
For this Beiming clan, even now, Ye Qing couldn't see through her.
It seems... This is the only woman in the Sanquan Zongfu who is wholeheartedly thinking about the Ye family.
Beiming's concern for his ancestors is not fake.
Beiming defended her for what happened just now, calmed down her temper, and seemed sincere.
If... these are just acting, Ye Qingluo has to admire Beiming's superb acting skills.
Right now, she owes Beiming a favor, so naturally she won't refute Beiming's face.
Dang even suppressed his domineering arrogance: "I didn't think carefully today and entered the ancestral hall privately, but... I still hope that the ancestors will carefully consider my proposal just now."
After that, she turned around and left the ancestral hall.
This can be regarded as giving them a step down.
Under the comfort of Beiming's soft voice, the ancestor's face finally calmed down.
"Old Ancestor, look, Miss Seven is thinking about her mother's tablet, don't you just want to do what you like? Why don't you offer this tablet to Miss Seven. In this way, Miss Seven is happy, and I have to thank you , isn't it?"
The old ancestor's expression darkened when the Beiming family publicly said that he wanted to love Ye Qingluo.
But looking at Beiming's serious face, it was obvious that he was sincerely making up his own mind, so he could only suppress his anger: "I'll talk about this later, you help me to the study, and I will write a letter to Heavenly Maniac!"
…
After Ye Qingluo came out of the ancestral hall, he went to Ziling's to check the situation.
After taking Yugu Wan and Ye Qingluo's unique acupuncture techniques, Zi Ling obviously felt that her legs were gradually recovering.
because…
This leg, which had been useless for ten years, has consciousness!
Even if it was painful and itchy, like ants devouring her bones, Zi Ling was ecstatic.
As long as she has consciousness, it proves... her leg, which was completely useless, can be saved!
Hongmei was by her side, holding a bowl of boiled medicinal soup.
Hongmei will never neglect Ziling just because Ziling is a maid.
This bowl of medicine, Hongmei boiled it exactly according to Ye Qingluo's instructions, and it was not bad.
Ye Qingluo was relieved, told Ziling a few words, gave Hongmei the dose for tomorrow, and left Ziling's room.
Tomorrow, she has to meet up with the teenagers from the Tianxia regiment.
Then go back to Sanquan Zongfu to do acupuncture for Ziling in the evening.
Ye Qingluo returned to the bedroom, before she could reach the bed, an arm suddenly wrapped around her waist from behind.
Immediately there was a tangy scent of sandalwood.
"Why are you here?" Ye Qingluo was not surprised, the moment she wrapped her body around the man, she softly snuggled into his arms.
Di Moxuan rubbed against her neck, and his warm breath sprayed on her skin.
Looking at the woman's delicate skin with his own eyes, small pink bumps visible to the naked eye popped out, and a satisfied smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.