It's Ziling!
Ye Qingluo rolled over and got out of bed, just as Zi Ling rushed in.
She supported her limping leg, panting anxiously: "Miss, Eighth Young Master... Eighth Young Master was punished by the master!"
Ye Qing's eyes froze.
It was expected that Ye Fengyu would be punished.
Ye Tiankuang was seriously injured, and he was worried about the fire.
At this juncture, Ye Fengyu wanted to show her concern again, and by the way begged for her, the older sister.
Ye Tiankuang would naturally vent his anger on him.
The aunts in the other rooms have long hated Ye Fengyu for occupying the position of son-in-law for many years, and they would even fan the flames from the sidelines.
With Ye Fengyu's temperament, he would be a ghost if he didn't suffer.
Ye Qingluo is not in a hurry.
If you don't let that boy Ye Fengyu suffer a bit and hand over your heart to someone who shouldn't, he will never learn to grow up.
"Did he follow Ye Qingqian and the others all the way to Ye Tiankuang's bedroom?"
Ye Qingluo didn't even bother to call him an honorific title, so he just called her by name.
Zi Ling was slightly taken aback, and immediately looked around.
You know, as a daughter, it is unfilial to call the elders by their first names!
She was sure no one was around, so she nodded in relief.
"Then I knelt outside the bedroom until Ye Tiankuang woke up and wanted to intercede for me, but the second and third aunts humiliated me and were sent to the ancestral hall?"
Zi Ling's eyes widened: "Miss, how do you know such details? Could it be... did you go there just now?"
really.
Ye Fengyu really carried out according to her idea one by one.
Should it be said that she knows Ye Fengyu too well, or that Ye Fengyu is so stupid that people can understand it at a glance
That's why she specially let Ziling follow behind.
"Go to the ancestral hall."
Ye Qing straightened her clothes and led Zi Ling to the ancestral hall.
…
When she rushed outside the ancestral hall, two guards stopped her.
"Miss Seven, this is the ancestral hall of the Ye family, no one can enter without the order of the suzerain."
The guards at the gate were ordered by the second lady to never let Ye Qingluo step into the ancestral hall.
Ye Qingluo sneered, "Is it the suzerain's order, or the second aunt's order?"
This title made the gatekeepers look at each other and hesitate.
Ye Qingluo is the prostitute daughter of the Ye family.
And the second wife, after all, is just an aunt, not even a flat wife.
That is to say, the people in the mansion, in order to please the second lady, called out the word "madam".
Thinking of the recent period, the whole mansion has spread the changes of Ye Qingluo.
The hearts of the two attendants immediately trembled.
Neither is it to let go, nor is it not to let go.
Ye Qingluo lost his patience, and with the wind of his palm, two huge waves were rolled up and directly hit the chests of the two followers.
The entourage flew out.
Ye Qingluo led Zi Ling to kick open the gate of the ancestral hall, walked in and took a look, and immediately held his breath.
A cloud of anger spread in his heart.
A pair of charming eyes, also floated the slightest flame.
The ancestral hall was dim, only illuminated by two white candles, and the flickering candles printed out the spiritual tablets.
Adds a bit of spooky atmosphere.
"Master Eighth!"
After seeing the situation in the ancestral hall, Zi Ling also turned pale with fright and exclaimed.
"Sister, sister..." Ye Fengyu turned her head and looked over when she heard the voice.
That immature and handsome face was covered with thick sweat.
Ye Qingluo's eyesight can see everything clearly in the dark.
She clearly saw that Ye Fengyu's lips were bloodshot from the bite.
He grinned in pain, but called her with a forced smile: "Sister, I'm fine, you go back and rest first..."
"All right? Are you all right?"
In the dimness, Ye Qingluo's charming eyes reflected a cold light that shone with power.