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"Lu Yiyao, don't be like this …"

Lin Ange 'maintained' Gong Nanling once again.

She truly felt that Lu Yiyao was being a bit harsh on him. It was one thing to not comfort him, but to be so angry at him.

"Gong Nanling, don't think that just because the old man gave you everything, you won't listen to me. "Get up!"

Lu Yiyao reprimanded him again.

"Little uncle, I didn't …"

Gong Nanling tried to explain with reddened eyes. Struggling, he lifted the blanket and was about to get up.

"Gong Nanling, don't move."

Lin Ange stretched out her hand and pressed down on him.

"Hubby, can't you let him rest a bit longer?"

"No."

Lu Yiyao's thin lips slightly opened as he replied without any emotion.

"You …"

Lin Ange's chest rose and fell, her cheekbones covered with a layer of red.

"Little Aunt, I'm fine …"

Gong Nanling smiled at her. The bitterness in his smile moved her.

Although she had never experienced the ups and downs of emotions, Lu Yiyao had always doted on her. But at this moment, she understood Gong Nanling's feelings very well.

"Gong Nanling, quickly lie down …"

"An An, get out of the way."

Lu Yiyao frowned and said to Lin Ange.

The tone was serious.

"Can't you let him rest a bit more when he's already like this?"

Lin Ange couldn't sit still any longer and stood up. Ye Zichen looked up and looked at Lu Yiyao.

There was a complicated look in his eyes.

Putting aside the relationship of 'Lu Family'. She and Gong Nanling were childhood friends. When they were young, their relationship was much closer than Lu Hengyuan's.

This sort of friendship made her unable to ignore him.

"Gong Nanling, as a man, just get up and go kneel in the mourning hall."

Lu Yiyao's attitude did not relax at all and instead became more severe.

"You …"

Seeing that he was unwilling to let her off, Lin Ange's beautiful face was covered with a layer of slight anger. He reached out his hand and pulled Gong Nanling, who was about to stand up.

"Gong Nanling, quickly lie down and rest …"

"Little Aunt, I'm fine."

Gong Nanling knew that she cared about him, but he also knew that Lu Yiyao cared about him.

The way they cared was different, but their hearts were the same.

"You are already like this, why are you still fine?"

Lin Ange saw that he was determined to get up and slowly dressed in mourning. Her eyes narrowed as she asked with concern.

Her concern for him made him feel a little bit jealous.

Spreading his arms, he pulled her into his embrace.

"Lu Yiyao, what are you doing?"

Lin Ange said in a low voice as she lifted her long eyelashes that were as thick as a comb and her face darkened.

"Let's go down."

Lu Yiyao lightly said as he lowered the corner of his eyes and looked at her.

"Hmm?"

Lin Ange was startled and slightly annoyed.

"Nanling …"

Lu Yixun came in with the rice porridge she had just made. When she saw Gong Nanling had already woken up, a trace of worry appeared in her swollen eyes.

"Why did you get up?"

"Gong Nanling, finish the porridge. Go down immediately."

Lu Yiyao cast a cold glance at Gong Nanling. The light in his eyes was still sharp.

"Yes."

Gong Nanling stood on the spot and responded in a low voice.

Seeing that, Lu Yixun hurriedly walked over and handed the bowl of porridge to Gong Nanling.

"Nanling, be careful."

"Thank you, mother."

Gong Nanling replied with a hoarse voice.

"Eat …"

Lu Yixun actually started crying.

It was unknown what Lu Yiyao and Lin Ange said to her son that made him take the initiative to ask for food.

You know, when Gong Nanling just woke up, the soulless look on his face frightened her.

"Second Sister, we'll be going down first."

Lin Ange turned around and said to Lu Yixun.

"Alright. Ange, are you hungry? Would you like to have some too? "

"No need. "Thank you, Second Sister."

Lin Ange smiled at her.

Lu Yiyao didn't say anything more and just glanced at Gong Nanling, who was gulping down the porridge. Glimmers danced in his eyes.

He went out.

Lin Ange's face immediately turned cold.

"What's the matter with you? "Why are you so strict with Gong Nanling?"

"Is it severe?"

Lu Yiyao raised his eyebrows and asked in a low voice. There was a hint of bitterness in his words.

"Isn't that strict? You let him rest a little longer, what's the matter? "

Lin Ange didn't even notice as she continued speaking. The man holding her tightened his arm.

Lu Yiyao's serious gaze tensed up as he opened his mouth and said.

"As the successor of the 'Lu Family', you can't even endure this little bit of hardship?!"

"…"

Lin Ange knew that she couldn't win against him. Forget it, if he kept talking, the two of them might start arguing.

Seeing that she didn't say anything, Lu Yiyao also didn't say anything.

Down the stairs.

Lu Sen walked over with a letter in his hand.

"Third Young Master, this is a message from Young Master He Lan. In addition, he even sent someone to put on a wreath and a couplet. "

"Little Uncle?"

Lin Ange was stunned.

She didn't tell Helan Xi the news of Lu Jinhui's death. How did he know?

Lu Yiyao took the letter and opened it in front of Lin Ange.

The letter of condolences was written personally by Helan Xi with a soft brush.

The handwriting was the same as his own, smooth as jade and proud as the wind.

Watching...

Beep.

A sparkling teardrop rolled down, the letter was dyed black.

"Peace …"

Lu Yiyao folded the letter, reached out his hand and gently wiped the tears at the corner of her eyes.

"…"

Lin Ange pursed her lips, forcefully suppressing the worry in her heart. The tip of his nose was slightly red.

"…"

Lu Yiyao didn't say anything either. There were some things he didn't want to say at this time.

"..."

The Cloud Lake increased.

Helan Xi sat cross-legged on the rectangular table in front of him. A stack of white paper and a gold-plated soft pen were placed on the table.

On the top white paper, there were faint traces of ink.

The cover of the soft pen had yet to be closed.

A young man in white was standing in the corner with his arms crossed and an expressionless face.

"Xiao Qi, do you want to go out?"

Helan Xi slowly spoke up after a long silence.

"If Young Master wants it, Xiao Qi wants it."

The youth in white puckered his pink lips as he replied in a light tone.

"Xiao Qi, you can't just listen to everything I say. You should have your own thoughts."

Helan Xi slightly tilted his head and looked at him. His gentle eyes were filled with flowing lights.

"Xiao Qi's life was given to her by Young Master. Xiao Qi only listened to Young Master's orders, and Xiao Qi had no intentions whatsoever."

The youth replied in a very dull voice.

"Xiao Qi, how old are you?"

Helan Xi smiled.

His smile became even more extraordinary.

The plain and simple prison cell also became bright and beautiful.

His face was as beautiful as jade, and his lips were as white as snow. His body was filled with an immortal aura. This kind of person was not like the people in this world.

"Young Master, are you asking about that life?"

The youth in white frowned and asked.

"…"

Helan Xi pursed his lips and smiled again, but did not say anything.

How old was Xiao Qi? How could she not know?

Perhaps it was because he was getting closer and closer to the day he was released from prison, but his emotions were getting more and more complicated.

If he could, he wouldn't want to return to the mortal world and experience the schemes and power techniques of the mortal world.1

"Young master, someone is coming."

The youth in white suddenly said.

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