"Yo, don't you know what Ying'er looks like? I thought you had a good relationship with the second son of the Luo family and had already received the news."

An's voice was very harsh, and his malicious eyes made Liu Luoying realize that something had happened.

People like her have never cared about the life and death of others, especially those with Luo Ting.

But now I suddenly mentioned that something happened to the Luo family?

"My third aunt, I have a relative relationship with my second cousin, so I naturally have to be more familiar with it. But I don't quite understand what you mean today."

Liu Luoying's face was cold and distant, but she was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan. Even she herself didn't notice it. From then on, as long as it was about Luo Ting, she could care about it.

"Have you really not heard of Ying'er? Miss Luo's family came to visit the house today and told me Xueying. Didn't she tell you?"

An pretended to be surprised and specifically reminded the relationship between Luo Qingqing and Liu Xueying, wanting to hit Liu Luoying in the face.

After all, Liu Luoying is the cousin of the Luo family, but Luo Qingqing is not close to her. Instead, she becomes a close friend of Liu Xueying, who has no relationship.

If this is spread, others will only think that she has a bad character and is not favored by her cousin.

"My third aunt, Qingqing and her cousin are friends, Ying'er is very happy. Unfortunately, Qingqing and I have no similar interests. I sit together and have nothing to say, so we rarely walk around."

Liu Luoying smiled indifferently, and had no interest in this comparison at all, so she simply told An straightforwardly that she had a bad relationship with Luo Qingqing.

Anyway, birds of a feather flock together, and everyone is divided into groups. Not everyone likes to come together to talk about gossip.

An clasped his lips, feeling bored.

The tailor had already measured the size, so she simply stood up and said goodbye, leaving a light sentence before leaving.

"Oh, it's nothing. This morning someone salvaged a corpse in the river. The person had been soaked and deformed. But looking at it, he was undoubtedly the second son of the Luo family. If Ying'er had a close relationship with him, she would go to the Luo family to send him away."

What!

Luo Ting is dead?

The five thunders on the top of the willow cherry blossoms, standing there, unable to come back to his senses for a long time.

"Miss? What's wrong with you?" Yingchun patted her gently worriedly, but she didn't expect her dizzy body to shake and she almost fell to the ground.

"Hug Xia, hug Xia!" Liu Luoying's voice trembled and her face was flustered.

"Miss, what's wrong with you?"

"You send that wild ginseng to the Luo family and you must hand it over to your grandfather in person!"

Liu Luoying held Xia tightly, and layers of mist flashed in her eyes.

The master and servant had been tacitly understanding for many years, so the maid knew the meaning.

The lady is not going to give gifts to the head of the Luo family, but to ask her to inquire about the authenticity of the death of the second son of the Luo family.

Bao Xia nodded heavily, not daring to waste time, so he found wild ginseng from the warehouse, and hurried to Luo's house.

A whole day passed, and the willow cherry blossoms were like a needle and needle felt, without any intention of embroidery, paced back and forth in the yard, waiting for news.

"It's absolutely impossible for him! I died at that time, but he didn't die. It was definitely not him who fell into the water."

"Miss!"

When the sky was slightly dark, Bao Xia finally returned. Liu Luoying stepped forward immediately, but she didn't speak, but her heart was already in her throat.

"Is it... it's him?"

"Miss, don't worry, the coroner has been given an autopsy. I'm sure it's not the second son of the Luo family."

The hanging heart finally settled. Once the tense nerves relaxed, the tears of willow cherry blossoms rolled down like beads breaking their threads.

"I knew it wasn't him. How could a person as powerful as him have short life?"

Liu Luoying's tears fell, but the corners of her mouth were raised, she pulled the maid and danced in the yard.

But what she didn't know was that this scene made the shadow hiding in the tree see it all: "The master did not see the wrong person."

At this moment, a sneaky figure lay beside the wall outside the remote, instantly attracting Ying Cong's attention.

The man pressed his ear against the wall, eavesdropping on the sound inside, looking at his clothes, as if he was a maid in the yard of the three bedrooms.

Ying Cong chuckled, playing with the stone in his hand, and suddenly threw it out as his fingers turned. The eavesdropping maid suddenly screamed.

"Ah~Blood!"

The little maid covered her forehead and blood flowed, scaring her so much that she never dared to eavesdrop on her again, so she hurriedly ran to the yard of the third bedroom.

A smile flashed through the cold dark eyes, holding his arms, leaning against the tree trunk, and continuing to close his eyes and rest.

Those who dare to provoke his master simply don’t want to live anymore!

......

Five days later, the Luo family was filled with joy, with red lanterns hanging everywhere.

Luo Qingnian wore a red longevity print vest, with a red face and a very festive look.

Because both Liu Luo and his family fled to Bei'an, Liu Chengan specially brought everyone to the birthday party to show that their families were close friends.

But this birthday gift was bought by him alone.

The longer they left the capital, the more money and goods they brought out, and now it is not just about deducting the cost of Liu Luoying, but the whole family is tightening their food and looking forward to returning to Beijing as soon as possible.

"Brother-in-law, I wish you happiness as much as the East China Sea and as long as the South Mountain."

"Haha, okay, Chen Gan, you can come here, you can bring these gifts back later. The situation is special and every family is not easy. Today is just the children just want to take the opportunity to have fun."

Since her daughter passed away from childbirth, Luo Qingnian and Liu Chengan have rarely been around. This time, the relationship was eased. First, the two families were in the same direction and took care of each other, and second, it was because Liu Luoying was not bullied in the Liu family.

Luo Qingnian felt guilty about this granddaughter and felt that he could not take good care of her, so he was particularly concerned about her during this period.

When he heard Lin Peiyan cut off a strand of his granddaughter's hair, he fell ill in anger and lay in bed for many days before he could walk.

"Huh? Where is Ying'er?"

Mr. Luo looked around and didn't see Liu Luoying's figure. A trace of loss slipped through his eyes and muttered in a low voice: "Are Ying'er angry with me? I thought I didn't want to help her."

"Where is this, Ying'er is very sensible now. She has prepared a gift for you and will not come later. As for the matter of King Yan, we can only take one step at a time."

The two of them smiled bitterly, and they didn't want Liu Luoying to marry Lin Peiyan and become a victim of the royal family.

Luo Qing sighed, "Ah, it would be great if Ying'er could marry into the Marquis' Mansion like her elder sister."

"Yes, recently I received a letter from Qingqing, saying that my son-in-law treats her very well and is free from food and clothing outside the pass, and has not been affected by the war."

Liu Qingqing is a person who reports good news but not bad news. For the sake of the Marquis's Mansion and to prevent her relatives from worrying, she has always outlined a beautiful side.
Chapter completed!