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Chapter 118 Will you leave?
Changying smiled.

Whether she said it or not, the matter was there. She couldn't shirk responsibility for Ling Yan's death. If she didn't say it, did it mean that she didn't blame herself or feel guilty?
If she didn't blame herself or feel guilty, why would she take it as her duty to keep the Ling family after rebirth?

Things in the previous life are still sad and resentful in this life, she will feel that she is hypocritical.

Huo Rong looked at her for a while and said, "Ling Yuan didn't intend to kill you."

Changying hummed: "Maybe."

Maybe he really didn't want to kill her, maybe he was still worried about his mother, she was the only one left in the Shen family, and in terms of his aunt's feelings for her natal family, if Ling Yuan killed her, there would be a lot of trouble for her in the future. How does my aunt deal with herself?

Of course, it could be that she is being self-indulgent, but she really couldn't think of why he didn't do anything since he had chased him here.

She had mixed feelings in her heart.With the medicine box in Yang Yang's hand, he got up and said, "I'll take my leave first."

"Have you ever thought that Ling Yan's death may be vaguely related to our marriage letter?"

Huo Rong looked at her profile and said.

Changying paused and turned around abruptly.

……

Ling Yuan went back to the house and entered the door, the deepness in his eyes has not receded.

The breeze poured into the window, and the bell under the window was flicked, and the crisp sound of jingle bells echoed in the house.

He stretched out his hand to hold the hanging tassel, squeezed it slightly, and the ringing of the bell gradually died down.

Guo Jiao presented the letter in his hand: "The letter from the second master said that the news that Lord Hou came to Huzhou is already known.

"The crown prince has made frequent moves in the past two days. I heard that Fan Xin has also entered the capital. The Gu family has been peaceful for the past two days. Now I can't tell what kind of medicine is sold in the gourd."

There was nothing wrong with Ling Yuan's eyes, and after a while, he withdrew his hand: "Let her come to the mansion."

After Guo Jiao understood, he hesitated a little: "Miss Ying, she went to General Huo's room."

Ling Yuan then turned around and looked at him deeply.

……

On the side of the guard, Huo Rong was still sitting behind the chair, looking at Chang Ying calmly and seriously.

When he first knew that she was Shen Ying who killed his own uncle, he did reject her.

But people always have flesh and blood and sentience. From the fact that she knew nothing about the marriage letter between the two of them, and was completely at a loss about that period of the past, to the fact that Ling Yan died just shortly after this incident, her reaction to these incidents , all showed that there was a reason behind Ling Yan's death.

Seeing her having a headache, she refused to tell, and he would not force her to ask.

But now that Ling Yuan has come and even attacked her, can she overcome this hurdle?
Things have to be resolved, and she always needs to face them.

Although the half month between her and him seemed to have nothing to do with Ling Yan's death, but the time was so close, what if there was a connection?

Changying stood there in a daze, pursing her lips tightly.After a moment she shook her head.Said: "No. No."

Huo Rong frowned: "Why are you so sure?"

Changying took a deep look at him and said nothing.

The room fell silent.

After a while, Huo Rong said quietly again: "If Ling Yuan wants to take you back, will you leave?"

Changying withdrew her gaze, clutching the box in her hand, and left without saying anything this time.

The oncoming sunlight hurt her eyes.

Ling Yan was killed by her, it would be good if Ling Yuan didn't kill her, how could he take her back?What face does she have to go back?

Her heart was racing, and she couldn't help speeding up her pace.

She thought she was about to lose control, and right now, she urgently needed to go back and calm down quickly, otherwise she would lose control, and she would.

"General Shen, Lord Hou invites you to come over to discuss matters."

As soon as he walked out of the gate of the guardhouse, Guo Jiao blocked his way.

Chang Ying stopped to look at him, and once again clenched the box tightly in her hand.

Ling Yuan is still looking for her?What did he want her for?Is it to reprimand her, punish her, or face to face with her to settle the previously interrupted debt collection more thoroughly?
Guo Jiao looked at her bleeding face, and changed his tone in a serious tone: "Miss Ying, let's go, lest Lord Hou wait too long."

Changying pursed her lips, digging her nails into the crack of the box.

An open pavilion was built in the small garden to the east of the Ling family, and now it was covered with jade mats, and Ling Yuan, who had changed his attire, was sitting on it.

The surrounding scenery is not bad. The peonies in a small garden are in full bloom, and the huge flowers are unrestrained and flamboyant. It is a very pleasant place to enjoy the cool air.

Changying took a look around and stood still three feet away from him.

She knew that Ling Yuan chose to meet her here because he didn't want to be in the same room with her. With impeccable conduct, even if he wanted to clean up her, he had to choose an open and bright place, so as not to damage his reputation.

"Master Hou." She saluted.

Ling Yuan raised his eyes and glanced at her, his expression was truly as quiet as a sinking pool.

Changying also looked down at her feet, without moving or making a sound.

"Who gave you this name?" After a while, he asked.

Changying didn't expect this opening remark, so she raised her head.

He has no expression.

Changying was silent for a while, and said, "Myself."

Ling Yuan flipped over a thin notebook in front of him, and said again: "Calling himself Changying, he went from being a basic soldier in less than four years to now being a deputy of the fifth army, and he is also working hard on water transportation affairs. Is this a plan to make a name for yourself in the guard, and fight against the Ling family in the future?"

"Don't dare." Faced with such harsh criticism, Chang Ying seemed calm, perhaps because he knew it already.

Where did she get the confidence to fight against him?In short, whatever he wants, she accepts it.

From morning till now, it's been half a day. She was emotionally aroused and depressed, and depressed and aroused again. She was already exhausted. If being submissive would make him feel better and let her go back earlier, she would very grateful.

Unfortunately, things backfired.As soon as this thought came to her, those feet in exquisitely embroidered boots came into view.

She bowed her waist down again, making the appearance of bowing her head close to her ears.

But just halfway, a hand suddenly grabbed her arm and straightened her whole body: "You have been in the Ling family for ten years, and the Ling family has educated you for ten years, and you have been taught to be so mean and humble in the end? !"

Chang Ying, who was held upright and forced to stand up straight, was forced to look at him. From a distance of two feet, his eyes were as cold as frost. If you look carefully, there is actually a little resentment in them.

how can that be?

In the ten years of the Ling family, he ignored her, hated her, despised her, all of them. How could he be angry because of her?

Apart from hatred and anger, he shouldn't have any other emotions towards her.

"The young lady from the Ling family not only has a hard heart that dares to kill my uncle, but also a soft bone?"

His voice was bone-chillingly cold, making Changying startled.

He still clasped her shoulders and arms with his five fingers, and his voice was so slow that it seemed to crawl out one word from the bottom of his throat: "My father really failed, not only did he lose his life at your hands, but even the Ling family that he had been proud of for so many years Your strength of character is also defeated by you.

"Let you be free for a few more years, will you lose even the female red poems and books taught to you by the Ling family?"

(End of this chapter)