C43

"If there are such people in the future, such as people who lack clothing, food, food, etc., those who plead obediently, those who are ill or ill, those who are in danger of decline, those who are insecure, those who are separated from their families, or those who do whatever they want …" Like this person, he hid his name when he heard it, hid his appearance when he saw it, and was extremely respectful as he chanted it tens of thousands of times … "It is undesirable for things to slowly disappear. One will be able to enjoy peace and happiness. One will also be able to eat and drink to their heart's content. Even in their dreams, they will be able to enjoy peace and happiness."

Relying on the faint memories that appeared in her memory, Luo Shang muttered softly, her gentle and refined voice resonated back and forth in the ancestral hall. Her voice was soft, but it made people feel comfortable listening to it.

Her lips moved slightly as she muttered to herself. As she thought, she memorized the speed of her movements, afraid that she would forget about it after a while.

Under the reflection of the candle flame, Luo Shang wiped off the sweat on her forehead that was flowing down from exhaustion, and looked at the paper scroll on the right side of the table, which had already turned heavy from its initial small size, and revealed a satisfied smile on her face as she saw the lines of neatly written words.

It was already late in the night, and the sky seemed to be brightening in a few hours. The manor was already quiet, and even the maidservant servants guarding the gate were already dozing off.

A dim light shone through the open door onto the courtyard. The cold and smooth floor reflected the light, but it also created a tall and straight figure that slowly approached the ancestral hall.

His steps were steady and slow, light and unhurried until he reached the ancestral hall.

The man had his hands behind his back and was standing at the top of the tall threshold like an invisible wall. He looked through the invisible wall at the gloomy ancestral hall and saw the emaciated woman half-kneeling in front of the table.

She turned her face to the side and the exquisite outline of her nose passed by. Her long, upraised eyelashes drooped down from time to time. Her eyes were half closed. They were all sleepy, but she was still holding on.

With a gust of cold wind, the woman moved her arm in the same posture as before. Her shoulders tightened, as if she had been exposed to the cool night air.

Luo Shang panted lightly. She put down the ink pen in her hand and looked at the black ink on the black ink tray, which had been blown dry by the wind. She leaned on the table, wanting to replace it with the moist Mo Zi.

Just as she was about to stand up and turn around, she saw a man standing outside the door. She froze.

I was too focused and I didn't realize when this man was standing here. How long has he been here?

When the man saw her looking at him, he stepped through the doorway and into the ancestral hall.

The ancestral hall was completely silent. Aside from the faint sound of the wind blowing on the papers on the table, only the faint sounds of the breathing of the two people remained.

Seeing him walk in, with his hands behind his back, looking at the spirit tablet on the high platform in the hall, a pair of cold eyes, apart from being full of profoundness, also showed a little darkness.

What was he doing so late? As Luo Shang thought about it, the doubt in her eyes flashed. Blinking her sleepy eyes for a moment, she asked: "Why are you here?"

The handsome man facing the memorial table had a tight, expressionless face. He was dressed in a loose robe of the most unusual celluloid color, and in the midst of the reddish-brown color and the deep gold color, he seemed so elegant and noble. Hearing her question, the man turned his face to the side, his loose hair carelessly resting on his back, revealing the other half of his incomparably handsome face.

Leng Shaoyu raised his slender eyebrows, turned to look at the woman, and replied indifferently: "This king only wants to see if a woman with a scheming heart like you is lazy."

There was even a light smile hanging from the corner of his lips, but hearing her words made Luo Shang feel extremely uncomfortable.

Since she promised him three days, even if her body were to collapse from exhaustion, she would still do her best to accomplish this task. Why did she need to trouble him to personally investigate this matter just so he could ridicule her?

"My lord. Since I've already promised Your Highness, how could I not care? Moreover, over a hundred Luo clan members' lives are in the hands of Your Highness, how could I dare not put this matter in my heart? " The euphemistic words were said by the woman like a needle hidden in cotton.

Luo Shang half smiled as she continued to float her lips and said, "I will have to trouble Your Highness to come and inspect late into the night. As it is late in the night, Your Highness has seen it too, so please go back —"

Her words were resolute, decisive, and indifferent. Aside from rejection, there was only hidden dissatisfaction and complaint in her tone.

The wound on her heart was still bleeding, but because of her kindness and her innocence, she had caused trouble, so he took her as a bad woman and copied down the scripture. When he suspected her, she wanted to explain as well, but was there any use in explaining it? With all the eloquent mouths talking about the so-called evidence, how could the man in front of her have any feelings of trust towards her?

If she did not follow his instructions, not only her, but the entire Luo Family would suffer his cruel torture. In front of him, she had long since lost her arrogance. She also knew that as long as she followed him, her days would be better.

It was just that Luo Shang's heart was originally full of arrogance, which made her want to uncontrollably complain.

Leng Shaoyu's dull face carried a bit of displeasure. He frowned slightly, looked at Luo Shang with her black eyes, and sneered.

"You can't make up your mind when This King leaves."

The way he said it was so domineering.

"Chenqie doesn't dare." Luo Shang raised her delicate face, her clear eyes swept across, and casually dealt with it.

Leng Shaoyu frowned even more as he looked at her. Was this woman trying to make him unhappy on purpose? Every word was like a thorn.

He walked towards Luo Shang and slightly tilted her body. Her pitch black eyes sank down bit by bit as she faced the abyss.

"Don't dare? And something that you, Luo Shang, do not dare to do? "

A woman who wasn't even afraid of death. If she was afraid, then the only thing she could be afraid of was the members of the Luo Family going through an accident.

"Listen up. Chenqie is not something you can call anyone. Don't forget your status. You're just a person here to repay your debts. Don't forget to not think about yourself."

Leng Shaoyu's words were like an iron brand on her heart. The woman laughed bitterly and turned his head away, but he still spoke in a proper tone: "I will listen to your highness."

It was fine if he didn't say anything, but the gloomy and sinister look on the man's face became even more intense. Leng Shaoyu snorted coldly, flung his long sleeves, and walked out without turning his head back.

He didn't know why he would come here tonight, but he couldn't sleep. As he thought about it, he came to the ancestral hall. He didn't intend to mock her, but he didn't expect that the woman would rise to the top.

As he watched the man's angry figure gradually disappear past the entrance of the courtyard, Luo Shang's heart, however, found it hard to calm down.

There was actually a trace of disappointment in her heart. What was she feeling at loss for? Was it the man who mocked him, or was it the man who turned around dejectedly …