071: Why has there never been love? On

Lv Ning looked nervously at Yongjia in South China. The old minister in the hall also looked at Yongjia in South China with the same eyes, as if he was waiting to see what the young emperor would do.

The relationship between the emperor and Luo Jin, the Marquis of Beijing, is so delicate that it is now enough to affect the situation of the current dynasty. What is the reason for this?

Lu Ning was uneasy, and her eyes fell on Yongjia in Huanan for almost a moment.

Luo Jin did not raise his head. He just knelt there, lowered his head, and maintained the demeanor and self-restraint that a loyal minister should have.

He has been fighting on the battlefield for more than 20 years, and now he is already scarred all over his body. There are white bones in the family cemetery of Beijing Houfu. There are as many men who have died for the country, and how many women have exhausted their beauty in waiting. Now, when it comes to Luo Jin's lineage, there are already few people. His Luo family is meritorious. However, now this disaster that has made the South China Dynasty experience this bloody baptism, isn't it because of the Luo family?

It's work, it's a demerit. Who can explain it clearly?

"Luo Aiqing is flat."

After a long time, he heard Huanan Yongjia say in a low voice. Lu Ning unexpectedly saw Huanan Yongjia stretching out his hand and helping Luo Jin, who was kneeling to the ground, up.

The atmosphere of the whole hall eased at this moment, and the gloomy and awe-inspiring face of South China also eased a little.

"Luo Aiqing, I know everything you have done for me." The corners of Huanan Yongjia's lips were slightly raised, revealing a faint smile. He looked at Luo Jin's eyes with appreciation and a little comfort. "If you hadn't sent me the message so faithfully in that bad situation, I'm afraid I would have been plotted by such a mess."

This is...what's going on?

These words of Yongjia in South China made Lu Ning completely stunned. What is he talking about? How did Luo Jin send a letter to Yongjia in South China? What happened during this period of time that I didn't know?

"The emperor has praised you." Luo Jin stood up and replied quietly, "I really don't know Luo Feng..."

With that, Luo Jin turned her head, took a deep look at Yang Lang, and sighed.

Luo Feng's eyes were opposite to Luo Jin, and then stubbornly turned around.

Luo Jin didn't go on, but he was silent.

"Humph, Luo Feng, you boy who will avenge you!" Hua Nanzhu, the angry old man, couldn't stand it anymore. He frowned and stared at Yang Lang angrily and said, "You actually colluded with the rebels secretly, took the court to take the officials hostage, and dared to make false accusations against the emperor's prestige, and created a disaster under the banner of the Marquis of Beijing. You are really impatient to live! Aren't you afraid that it will affect the small families of Beijing Marquis Mansion and kill the nine clans?

These loud thunderous accusations were heard in Yang Lang's ears, but they floated so gently. Yang Lang casually glanced at Huanan Burning, and his peach-like lips raised up, which was so strange.

"So what?" Yang Lang asked with a careless smile.

"Yang Lang, I didn't expect you to be so ruthless and righteous that the old marquis worked hard to cultivate you!" Huanan was so angry that his nostrils were almost spewing fire. He stared at Yang Lang angrily and shouted coldly.

"Cultivation?" Yang Lang suddenly laughed. He laughed so wildly that his laughter was loud and harsh, which made Lu Ning frown slightly. Why did Luo Yunhai ever cultivate me? He just wanted to stabilize his official position to provoke a lot of romantic debts. I, and this high-ranking emperor, which one is not the evil debt caused by his old man?

"Presumptuous!" South China shouted violently, strode forward, raised his big hand like a bear's paw, and hit Yang Lang's face. The crisp sound was so shocking that Lu Ning could hardly stand it. She turned her face away, but still heard Yang Lang's crazy laughter.

"What if you cut me here? Which one of you doesn't know what Luo Yunhai did in private? Hua Nanzhuo, do you dare to say that you don't know my face?" Yang Lang's eyes were shining and aggressively staring at South China. Don't you know what Luo Yunhai has done to consolidate the position of Queen Wenzhuang in the palace?

Lv Ning's mind moved slightly, and also raised his head to look at South China. However, seeing that Huanan frowned and looked at Yang Lang fixedly, after a long time, he said in a slow voice, "For political affairs, there has never been anyone who needs sympathy. Black or white, there is no decisive boundary. Luo Feng, if you want to overthrow all the things that have become a fore on your own, it is like a moth to the fire. I advise you not to be so obsessed. You need to know that everything has its inevitable reasons and compelling reasons.

"Does it exist? Can't you do it?" Yang Lang laughed again. This time, he spewed out a mouthful of blood, and his lips were blood-stained, but his whole body was shaky because of his crazy smile. So am I destined to exist under the contempt of the world? What's the difference between me and him? Why can he be superior and live a life of wind and rain over tens of thousands of people, and I am like grass mustard and slandered by others? Luo Yunhai's cultivation for me? Ha, it's simply a joke. He put his son in the barracks from birth, carefully tempered and patiently taught him, making him a respected general and a Marquis of Beijing! And what about me? What am I doing? No matter how hard I try and how I can do it, I can't get a compliment from him! He looked at me, and his eyes were full of hatred, full of hatred! I cried, I laughed, and I couldn't get a greeting back from him, and he even disdained to look at me! And my mother avoids me like a plague god! In this world, who cares about me, who cares about me! Therefore, even if I die, I will earn this time for myself!"

"But what did you earn?" Suddenly, there was a sad sigh on the hall. After Gu Yanglang's shout full of resentment, it was so touching.

Lu Ning and everyone looked up, but saw a woman of about 40 years old slowly walking over the hall.

The woman was wearing a plain robe. Her temples were already a little white, her face was tired, her eyes were slightly swollen, the drooping corners of her mouth trembled slightly, and her eyes looked at Yang Lang sadly. She staggered a little and walked slowly and step by step into the hall.

Third aunt...

This familiar name appeared in Lu Ning's mind, but she couldn't completely match the haggard woman in front of her with the image of the third aunt in her impression. Thinking of it, when I first met this third aunt in the Marquis of Beijing, she was wrapped in a brocade flower robe and a plump body. The bright red lips and the almost dizzying hairpin are completely different from her current dress. And the previous aggressive momentum of the third aunt also disappeared at this moment.

Is this really the third aunt?