At the same time, "Yu Ling" is also the name of Ling Luo's biological mother.

Mrs. Yu is the sister-in-law of today's Prime Minister Yu Mingshen, and her status is one level lower. Although the Yu clan has always coveted the "Yuling Pavilion", the old general Ling was shocked, and he never dared to make any changes.

But in the past year, there has been no big movement, and there has been no small movement.

Walk into the Yuling Pavilion, only to see the birds crying high wood, the bamboo shade is cool like rain, the winding path is quiet, and the flowers are thick and embroidered. And behind this grand scene, there is a high-rise mansion with deep eaves.

The Feather Spirit Pavilion is very large, but because Ling Luo is really not favored, there are few servants, and it is a little deserted, and the plants in the yard are not pruned all year round, which makes people feel desolate at a glance.

Sheng Ge is a big girl who serves more diligently, as soon as Ling Luo entered the door, she immediately opened up to boil hot water and wait for the bath.

"Third Miss, this is a change of clothes."

Ling Luo took the clothes and took a look, it was a good Su embroidery material, but the style was slightly old, and the color had faded a lot, so it could be seen that it was very old.

She frowned slightly and said, "Can you change it to a more beautiful one?" ”

Sheng Ge's face crossed with a touch of shame, lowered his head, stirred his two little hands together, and said, "But Third Miss, this is already the best one." ”

Ling Luo's face gradually tightened, even if she died and her mother was not favored, in this Great General's Mansion, how could she be regarded as a noble girl born in the lineage.

Sheng Ge saw that Ling Luo's face had changed, and hurriedly explained: "Third Miss, don't be angry, the material of this dress was left by Mrs. Yu back then, and you cherished it the most before." There are also better and newer clothes in the cabinet than this one, but they are all worn by Miss Ling Yue and thrown to us......"

"Then this one." A faint smile appeared on Ling Luo's face, and there was a bit of approval in his eyes when he looked at Sheng Ge, "You go and throw all the clothes that Ling Yue's little slut gave us in the cabinet to the gate, and burn them on fire." ”

"Burned? This ...... "Sheng Ge looked embarrassed, "this is a bit unusual, right. ”

Ling Luo raised his eyebrows, and the corners of his lips hooked a wanton arc: "What's so bad?" Do you want one of my young ladies to wear the leftover rags of one of her concubines? ”

The look of surprise on Sheng Ge's face became even stronger, and his voice began to be a little hoarse: "Third Miss, what's wrong with you?" We have the eyeliner of the side lady in the Yuling Pavilion, and if we do this, it is tantamount to setting ourselves on fire and causing trouble for ourselves! ”

"Burn yourself?" Ling Luo took off his burnt clothes, stepped into the bathtub so generously, and washed himself, "The last thing I'm afraid of is setting yourself on fire, Shengge, you just do what I say, the bigger the momentum, the better." ”

"Third Miss, are you going to declare war on Mrs. Fang's side?!" A look of fear crossed Sheng Ge's face, and she pointed to her brain, "Are you burned out here, you won't be ......?"

The way the third lady looks now is really unfamiliar.

Ling Luo didn't care, cut off the maid's words, and said lightly: "Wrong, I didn't burn my brain, I burned my brain, Sheng Ge, believe me, we won't be angry anymore in the future." ”

"Good!"

Hearing the words that he would no longer be angry, Sheng Ge suddenly became motivated: "As long as the third lady is willing to cheer up and no longer cry secretly, Sheng Ge will have hope!" ”