Black Feather landed in the huge courtyard of Yuling Pavilion.
After Ling Luo got off Heiyu's back, he looked around and saw that the empty courtyard was very desolate. There was even a layer of duckweed growing on the pond, and the bamboo forest was swaying here and there, as if a hurricane was passing through.
"Ugh...how did the desolation become such a bad thing?" Ling Luo was speechless, "I have only been away for a month. Although there are not many servants in our yard, that girl Shengge is too neglectful of her duties.
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Xuanyuan Yu smiled calmly and said: "As expected, everyone is too busy being sad and has no time to manage Luo'er's courtyard."
Ling Luo sighed secretly, her beautiful eyes dimmed slightly, and her voice was full of regret: "Why do these people have no confidence in me at all?"
Does she look like she's going to be short-lived?
Ling Nie, Ling Yue, Ling Ziying and others can forget it. Do they even believe that their grandfather, who loves them so much, believes that they are dead?
Xuanyuan Yu's black hole-like eyes narrowed slightly, and his gaze drifted towards the Zhenlou in the backyard where Ling Luo often practiced. His expression became serious and he said in a deep voice, "Luo'er, there seems to be something unusual in the backyard."
Ling Luo was stunned.
Today is the first day of her funeral. Everyone in the house has gone to the front hall to pay their respects. How could there be anyone there?
"Go and have a look."
The black feather became the size of a normal black hawk and landed on Xuanyuan Yu's shoulders.
The group of people headed towards the backyard.
Standing in front of Zhenlou's door, Ling Luo looked at the light coming from the crack in the door and listened to the sound of rummaging through boxes and cabinets inside, her beautiful eyes narrowed dangerously.
The people left in her Yuling Pavilion are all well-trained and trustworthy people she has carefully selected. Those servants, let alone rummaging through boxes and cabinets, will definitely not step into this precious building without her permission.
Half step.
There's a mole!
"Luo'er?"
Ling Luo turned his back to Xuanyuan Yu, raised his right hand, made a gesture of stopping, and lowered his voice: "Yu, don't come over, I want to see what is in the house?"
Ling Luo took a step forward, pressed her hands on the door, and under the lonely night wind, with a "squeak" sound, she gently pushed the door open, revealing a gap half a person's width away.
Inside the room are a woman and a man.
Beautiful young woman.
A handsome man with brocade covering his eyes.
"Yue'er, have you found it?" Ling Ziying said anxiously, "I seem to hear someone outside the door."
"Oh, brother, don't worry, I've already gone through all Ling Luo's cupboards, and I didn't find any magic medicine!"
"It's impossible!" Ling Ziying vetoed, "After Ling Luo dies, there will definitely be some elixir left behind. My eyes are just short of purple elixir. I remember Ling Luo used it. She must be in the house.
I have collected some of them."
Ling Luo looked at this scene, his head covered with black lines, and the corners of his eyes twitched slightly.
Can you be a little more immoral?
She was still burning her head in the front hall, and a pair of brothers and sisters started rummaging through boxes and cabinets to get her things.
In the past, whenever she saw these brothers and sisters, her heart would still be full of hatred, but now that she sees them again, she just feels ridiculous.
"Hey, you two, don't you feel it's hot to hold your dead sister's things?" Ling Luo stood at the door, staring at them with a faint light in his eyes, and made a light mocking sound.