Chapter 72

Ling Tianwang came back to the mansion in the middle of the night. With a chill, he went straight to Zhou ruo'an's yard.

The lanterns hanging on the road are constantly changing because of the wind, casting a random shadow on the ground.

Ling Tianwang asked as he walked, "what happened in the mansion today?"

The housekeeper trotted behind him, thought for a while, carefully shook his head and said, "everything is fine in the house today, nothing happened."

Ling Tianwang adjusted his eyebrows and asked, "what happened to Zhou ruo'an? Is the wound healed? Did you change the doctor to make another diagnosis? "

Listening to Ling Tianwang's questions about Zhou ruo'an, the housekeeper's eyes flashed a smile.

The man he grew up with finally had a girl he liked, but thinking about Zhou ruo'an's current status, the housekeeper could not help frowning slightly.

He doesn't care whether Zhou ruo'an is favored at home, or whether Zhou ruo'an can get the full support of the Zhou government, but Zhou ruo'an's engagement status is an obstacle.

Besides, her fiance is the third prince. The prince, who is now in high voice, must take some consideration.

The housekeeper was so absorbed that he forgot to answer Ling Tianwang's question.

Or Ling Tianwang first encounter such things, and the housekeeper's abnormal silence let him have some bad premonition.

Ling Tianwang's rapid walking steps suddenly stopped. He turned to look at the housekeeper, his eyes cold.

"Is something wrong with Zhou ruo'an?" Ling Tianwang asked word by word. The muscles on his face were tight. He could clearly see the blue veins bulging up on his forehead.

Because Ling Tianwang stopped suddenly, the housekeeper woke up and blinked slowly.

Now it seems that Wang Ye hasn't found out what he thinks about Zhou ruo'an. Everything is just the beginning, and it's not irreversible.

Thinking about this, the housekeeper slowly suppressed the thinking in his heart and looked at the person who stopped suddenly with some doubts.

"Lord?" The housekeeper asked softly, "did you suddenly think of something? Why did it stop all of a sudden? "

Listening to the housekeeper's inquiry, Ling Tianwang was silent for a moment, and his eyes quickly crossed a trace of crying and laughing.

"Did you hear my question just now?" Ling Tianwang asked.

The housekeeper's body was stiff for a moment, and then he knelt down to apologize.

"I haven't heard that," the housekeeper whispered. "Please punish me."

Anyway, the housekeeper is an old man in the palace, and I still remember his doting on himself when he was a child.

Ling Tianwang pinched his nose, sighed helplessly, and said in a low voice, "you get up, this time, if there is another time, never forgive."

The housekeeper quietly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, but he still felt sorry.

He got up from the ground and stooped a lot.

"What did the Lord ask?" Asked the housekeeper in a low voice.

Ling Tianwang coughed and said, "Why are you so silent just now, but what happened to Zhou ruo'an?"

The housekeeper then noticed the misunderstanding between them. He quickly waved his hand and explained, "the Lord misunderstood. Miss Zhou is all right."

Lingtian looked at him deeply, and then nodded carelessly. I don't know whether I believe it or not.

The housekeeper slowly spit out a mouthful of turbid gas, only feel very sad.

"Everything's fine, miss. It's just that people from the Zhou family are here today," the housekeeper said in a low voice. "It seems that miss is in a bad mood."

Ling Tianwang's eyebrows beat quickly, and his eyes crossed impatiently.

"If Zhou Fu comes again, he doesn't have to come in," Ling Tianwang said with a cold voice.

The housekeeper nodded and said with a little flattering smile, "Miss, you two have a tacit understanding."

Hearing this, Ling Tianwang's heart beat rapidly for a while, even some sweet.

He pursed his lips, and his fingers moved. Some of them didn't understand where his inexplicable thoughts came from.

"Don't talk nonsense," Ling Tianwang scolded after a long silence, but his voice was light and there was no threat at all.

The housekeeper obediently stood behind him with his head down and said nothing more.

Standing outside the courtyard where Zhou ruo'an lived, looking at the bright lights inside, Ling Tianwang didn't know whether he should go in or not.

Compared with Zhou ruo'an, Ling Tianwang, as a native of the ancient times, is still famous in some aspects.

He can ignore other people's evaluation of himself, but Zhou ruo'an has no way to implicate him.

"I want to fork," Ling Tianwang gently waved his hand, some helpless whispered.Then he did not hesitate to turn away, did not want to enter the meaning.

Ling Tianwang didn't find Zhou ruo'an standing on one side, nor did he find his gaze when he looked at him.

Seeing that Ling Tianwang was about to disappear in front of his eyes, Zhou ruo'an opened his mouth and called out, "Ling Tianwang!"

Suddenly heard Zhou ruo'an call his voice, Ling Tianwang stopped, how can't step out.

He frowned suspiciously, turned to the housekeeper and asked in a low voice, "can you hear anything?"

The housekeeper nodded with a smile and said, "the old slave seems to have heard the young lady's voice."

Just when they were talking, Zhou ruo'an had come to Ling Tianwang's back and patted him on the shoulder.

"I'm calling you," Zhou ruo'an stressed, his eyes full of doubts. "Why don't you stop?"

Feeling Zhou ruo'an's little hand falling and lifting behind him, Ling Tianwang was tense all over, and his breath became hot.

He has some helpless wry smile a, hang in the finger of the body side clench, suppress of turn a head.

"Why haven't you slept yet?" Ling Tianwang didn't answer her question, but provoked another topic.

Zhou ruo'an looked at her and hummed coldly, but he didn't tangle there all the time.

"I've been lying in bed these two days," Zhou ruo'an said in a low voice, waving his hand. "I feel my whole body is crisp. I want to come out and have a look, but I didn't expect that I just met you."

Listening to Zhou ruo'an's description, Ling Tianwang is always out of control. She thinks of the way she is lying on the bed, and her body becomes more and more tense.