Playful Immortal Doctor: Evil Emperor Poisonous Love Concubine

Heiyu landed in the huge courtyard of Yuling Pavilion.

After Ling Luo got off Hei Yu's back, she looked around and saw that the empty courtyard was very barren, even a layer of duckweed had grown on the pond, and the bamboo forest was even more crumbling, as if a hurricane had passed through.

"Er...how did desolation become such a virtue?" Ling Luo was speechless, "I've only been away for a month now, although there are not many servants in our yard, but that girl Shengge is too neglectful of her duties, right? .”

Xuanyuan Yu smiled lightly, and said, "As expected, everyone is too busy to be sad, and they don't have time to manage your courtyard, Luo'er."

Ling Luo sighed secretly, her beautiful eyes dimmed slightly, and her voice was full of regret: "These people don't have any confidence in me at all."

Does she seem to be short-lived?

Forget about Ling Nie, Ling Yue, Ling Ziying and the others. Could it be that even the grandfather who loves him so much believes that he is dead?

Xuanyuan Yu's black hole-like pupils narrowed slightly, and his eyes 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 some unusual movement in the backyard."

Ling Luo was taken aback.

Today is the first seven days in her mourning hall, all the people in the mansion went to the front hall to pay homage, how could there be anyone?

"Go and see."

The black feather became the size of a normal black eagle and landed on Xuanyuan Yu's shoulder.

A group of people went to the backyard.

Standing in front of Zhenlou's door, Ling Luo looked at the light shining through the crack of the door, and heard the sound of rummaging through the boxes 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, would never have set foot in this precious building without her permission.

There are ghosts!

"Luoer?"

Ling Luo turned her back to Xuanyuan Yu, raised her right hand, made a blocking gesture, and said in a low voice, "Yu, don't come here, I want to see what the hell is in the room?"

Ling Luo took a step forward and pressed both hands on the door. Under the lonely night wind, with a "squeak" sound, she gently pushed open the door, revealing a distance of half a person's width.

Inside the room are a woman and a man.

Young beautiful woman.

A handsome man with brocade ribbons covering his eyes.

"Yue'er, did you find it?" Ling Ziying said anxiously, "I seem to hear someone outside the door."

"Oh, brother, don't worry, I've searched all of Ling Luo's cabinets, but I haven't found any elixir!"

"Impossible!" Ling Ziying vetoed, "After Ling Luo dies, there will definitely be some elixir left behind. My eyes are only blinded by purple spirit grass. I remember Ling Luo used it. She must be in the house. It's a treasure trove."

Ling Luo looked at this scene with black lines all over her head and the corners of her eyes twitching slightly.

Can you be a little more unruly?

She was still burning the first seven in the front hall, and a pair of brothers and sisters here began to rummage through everything she wanted.

In the past, whenever she saw this group of brothers and sisters, her heart was still full of hatred, but seeing her goodbye now, she just felt ridiculous.

"Hey, let me tell you, don't you two feel hot when you hold the dead sister's things?" Ling Luo stood at the door, staring at them with a glint in her eyes, and mocked lightly.