Chapter 12: In a scapegoat

But the Ling's servants searched all the places she frequented and the places she didn't go often, and they couldn't find her.

It wasn't until it was dark that Ling Bufan realized that something was wrong, and then he panicked, ordering the guards in the capital to help find someone, and at the same time let the subordinates of the Ling family dig the mansion three feet away.

If Ling Luoyu had a slight mistake, the Ling family would be completely broken, and he would not have to be alive.

When he was desperately trying to burn the house, Tao Ding ran over panting.

"Master...found..."

"Found it?" Ling Bufan froze in an instant, tears in his eyes: "Old Tao...dead... or alive..."

"Master, don't think about it... alive... alive... found in the lotus pond in the back garden..."

"God bless..."

Ling Bufan sat down on the chair, and immediately jumped up into a thunderstorm.

"Lao Tao, please family law... Today I am going to abolish this shameless son... Rather than die in someone else's hands, I might as well break her leg and raise it at home..."

He screamed, leaping towards the lotus pond.

"Master... Master returned to the room..."

The anger in the sky disappeared instantly when he saw the villain curled up under the light.

Ling Luoyu was wrapped in a shirt and sat cross-legged in a wicker chair. He was covered in black mud, as if rolling in a pigsty. Before he got closer, he smelled a stench.

She was drinking **** soup and raised her eyes in shock when she saw someone coming.

The old man in front of him had gray beard and his eyes shone brightly, but it was difficult to hide the vicissitudes of time.

The moment he saw her, the anger in his eyes disappeared, replaced by a touch of unconcealed distress.

"You bastard..."

He turned his head to the side amidst the anger, preventing her from seeing the tears in his eyes.

"Grandpa..." Ling Luoyu got up quickly.

"Drink your soup!" Ling Bufan concealed his tears and yelled.

"Oh……"

Ling Luoyu sat down obediently and continued to drink the **** soup.

Before the old man came, Ling Yunxi had already sat there watching her half a cup of tea. Now, coupled with the old man's stare, Ling Luoyu was sitting on pins and needles.

"Old Tao, let them all go out...you stay!" Ling Bufan's voice became a little more tired.

Tao Ding responded, put down a tray in his hand, and turned to close the door.

Seeing the tray, Ling Luoyu was so scared that he stood up with a chuckle.

"grandfather……"

She recognized this object as the Ling's family method.

Back then, she mischievously burned Mr. Private School's book, and the old man used this iron whip to whip her three times, causing her to almost die and lay on the bed for half a year.

Until now, there are still three scars on her back.

Nima!

If you smoke it again this time, wouldn't it mean that you have to lose another layer of skin? !

Ling Bufan was startled and frowned unhappy.

"Lao Tao, what do you ask for family law?"

Tao Ding felt aggrieved in his heart, and said that it was not what you wanted?

But looking at Ling Bufan's expression of disapproval, he had to answer it himself.

"It's... the old slave thought that the master might use the family method, so he made his own way... please come..."

He was wrong to recite this black pot, but he had to recite it.

"That... the old slave took it..."

He silently sent the tray to the side.

Ling Luoyu breathed a sigh of relief immediately, then smiled and bowed: "Grandpa...Second Uncle...Grandpa Tao...It's Yu'er that is not good, so everyone is worried..."