051:Yang Lang

Is it that you recognize the wrong person?

Listening to the second aunt calling the man for "Zimo" Lv Ning, a feeling of doubt rose in her heart. Her time in Beijinghou Mansion is not too long. Although she doesn't have a special understanding of Luo Feng, at least she has been together for a period of time. I believe that she will not recognize the wrong person.

"Zimo, can you see Linglong today?" Although the second aunt's voice was gentle, it seemed to have no calmness, as if an old man was babbling by himself. He raised his eyes and looked at the man, with a sense of confusion and turbidity in his eyes. Is she all okay?"

The man took a slight pause when feeding the soup, and then nodded.

"That's good," the second aunt sighed. She no longer drank the medicine handed over by the man as meekly as before. She just sat there quietly, as if she were an old man in a daze, her eyes were dull, and she didn't know what was on her mind. The man sighed, put the medicine bowl in his hand on the table, then stood up, helped her slowly stand up, and slowly walked to the window.

The window is open, but it is in the direction, but it is not the main courtyard. Lv Ning raised her eyes and saw a large snow-white camellia outside the window. At the top of the petals of the camellia, there was a touch of light powder, as if there was a faint blush on the face of the woman with curdated skin, which was particularly human. These camellias are blooming very delicately. One by one, one, they all extend to the window, and even a few branches have reached into the window, reaching out and can reach them.

By the window, there is a beautiful woman's side, which is supported by a beautiful cushion and a soft brocade mat, which can look at the scenery outside the window comfortably.

The second aunt sat there quietly like this, looking out in a trance, and I don't know what she was thinking.

And the man stood there with his back to his second aunt and back to Lv Ning. I can't see his face or his expression, but from his back, Lv Ning can still feel an inexplicable sadness. This sadness comes faintly, but it can be strongly felt by Lv Ning. The green leaves and white flowers, against the charming beauty, and the slender and handsome back of a young man, in front of such a vivid beauty, why will only arouse the sadness in my heart?

"Luo Feng, I know it's you."

Lu Ning said Luo Feng's name softly. I don't know why, Lu Ning even felt that at this time, even speaking loudly would destroy a kind of beauty and tranquility.

However, the man finally moved slightly, and then slowly turned around.

The handsome eyebrows are like a distant mountain, the affectionate eyes are like peach blossoms, the high nose, and the slightly raised lips. There is a silver pearl on his forehead, and his snow-white gown and moon-white cloud blouse set off his moon-like elegant demeanor, which is still amazing. However, at this moment, the expression on Luo Feng's face is very different from what he had seen before.

The smile on his face was faint and calm, no longer the previous cynicism, but between his handsome eyebrows, there was a faint and strange expression that Lv Ning couldn't even say.

What kind of look is this?

"Luo Feng, are you really the suzerain of the 'Red Hall'?" Lu Ning's eyebrows frowned slightly. Even if it was Luo Feng who she had known in front of her, she already knew that Luo Feng in front of her had never known it at all. How many secrets are hidden in Beijing Marquis Mansion?

Hearing Lu Ning's question, Luo Feng smiled undeniably. His eyes stared deeply at Lu Ning, but did not say anything.

"Luo Feng, can you tell me what kind of relationship you have with the man on the statue in the hall?" Even if Luo Feng didn't say anything, Lv Ning just raised the question she wanted to ask. If it hadn't been for seeing Luo Feng this time, Lu Ning was still not sure of the doubts in her heart when she saw the statue. However, Luo Feng in front of her was too similar to the statue, which almost gave people the illusion of time and space dislocation, as if the statue was Luo Feng a few years later, and Luo Feng in front of him was It is the figurine of the statue a few years ago.

If Luo Feng has nothing to do with the statue, Lv Ning will never believe it!

"That's my father." Luo Feng said faintly, but word by word.

A few short words shocked Lu Ning completely. She stood there in surprise and didn't know how to react to Luo Feng's answer. She wanted an answer, but she never thought it would be this answer!

"What are you... talking about?" For a long time, Lv Ning muttered out this sentence. If it were at ordinary times, Lv Ning would definitely feel depressed because of her stupid problem, but at present, it was really difficult for her to accept this fact. Isn't your father Luo Yunhai, the Marquis of Beijing? How could another father emerge?

Sure enough, Lu Ning's words made Luo Feng couldn't help laughing. Although at such a moment, this kind of laughter is very unexpected, but the performance of Lv Ning is really unprecedented, which greatly promotes the spirit essence of the South China royal family who has never followed the routine.

"Beijinghou is not my father," Luo Feng's performance at this time was still very calm. He said slowly and looked away from Lu Ning's body and looked in a direction that he might not even know where he was going. However, Luo Feng's eyes are deep that he has never had at this time. It is like a sigh in a different world, but also a look at the unreachable past. The image of the prince, who was originally a man who was not doing his job in the Marquis of Beijing, disappeared at this moment. My father's name is Yang Zimo, and my name is Yang Lang. It is said that this name takes the surname of my father Yang Zimo and my mother Lang Linglong. Or, a very warm name, isn't it?"

Lang Linglong?

Lu Ning's eyebrows frowned deeply again, and she tried to search for the name Lang Linglong in the depths of her memory. The third aunt's boudoir, Lu Ning, has never asked. This Lang Linglong's name... In front of her eyes, the third aunt's elongated and cold face, her hands painted with bright red nails, an autumn skirt embroidered with big flowers, and a golden eight-treasure jade hair. Lu Ning really can't see where the third aunt is in line with this "Ling" The word "long". Maybe it's the homes of ordinary people, and it's easy to take a name that has nothing to do with me to express my good wishes for this person?

However, Lu Ning looked at Luo Feng again, no, looked at Yang Lang. Yang Lang's handsome face directly reminded Lu Ning of Yang Zimo's statue. I really can't imagine that Yang Zimo will have the courage and courage to combine with his third aunt. As far as Lv Ning is concerned, just thinking about it is enough to kill her.

"I know what you're thinking," Yang Lang seemed to see the entanglement of Lu Ning. At that moment, the smile on his face became thicker and thicker. "It's not her."

Isn't it her?

Lv Ning recovered from her chaotic thoughts, raised her eyes and looked at Yang Lang confusedly.