Linglong sat in the room, embroidering the screen while listening to Xingyu's voice and color talking about what she heard from the fourth lady.

"Miss, shouldn't the old lady let us go back?"

Xingyu followed Linglong to live in the old mansion for eight years, and when she remembered the grievances that Miss had suffered in the old mansion over the years, her eyes turned red.

"Not only will her old man let us go back, but she will also force my father to divorce his wife and marry another."

"What?" Xingyu was taken aback, although the third master said that he was like a transparent person, but after so many years, he did not divorce his wife, why would the young lady say this?

Linglong smiled, her eyelids were not raised, and she took money away from the needle in her hand, until she finished embroidering a fish pot, then she raised her head, and said leisurely: "The Song family didn't expect that the old lady would bring Cousin Liu to the capital together, so the agency can only count herself." ”

Xingyu still doesn't understand, the matter of the cousin's wife of the Liu family entering Beijing is still told by her to Miss Sù, what did Miss guess again?

Xingyu has a good habit, she won't think about things that she can't figure out, she is now worried that the third master will take the eldest wife off, and then her own young lady will become the daughter of an abandoned woman, and she will marry into the Xu family in the future, but she won't be able to raise her head. "Miss, you"

As soon as she spoke, she was interrupted by Linglong: "I've been embroidering all afternoon, my eyes are going to be spent, you take care of it, I'll go to the mountains for a walk, and come back at dinner." “

Xingyu looked at the sky outside, it was already evening, and dinner was going to be in a while.

Linglong has changed into light clothes, a half-new honey-colored home-style jacket, and below is the same half-new and non-old green and yellow silk pants.

The ladies usually wear skirts, and this kind of ayako pants are hufu, which will only be worn when riding horses. The Dawu Dynasty won the world by force, and the three generations of kings were all famous in war, so the nobles did not change the style of martial arts, and the ladies of the wealthy families were also proud of being good at riding horses and playing polo. This Hufu is the best dress when riding a horse, although Linglong has never played polo, but this kind of pants is also sewn in two, wearing this practice, far more convenient than skirts.

"If I'm coming back late, don't wait for me, eat first."

After Linglong finished speaking, she ran away like a smoke. As she said, the embroidery was dazzling, and she wanted to go out and relax.

The sunset is slanting in the west, without the fire of the day, with a warm golden glow, and the mountains and fields are covered with golden veils like cicada wings. The tung flowers have been gone, but the mountain rhododendrons are still blooming brilliantly.

The fragrance of jujube flowers and the fragrance of rhododendrons came from afar, which made people feel refreshed.

Linglong stood on the hillside, took a deep breath of fresh air, did a few chest expansion exercises, and ran towards the fog pavilion.

It was the first time she had come to the Fog Pavilion since she had fallen last time. After a few days, the twelve princes who were worried about assassins had already returned to the capital, and besides, even if they met, it didn't matter, since he lost the silver, it proved that she was not an assassin, not a criminal suspect, what was there to be afraid of her. Although the Fog Pavilion is the territory of Dawu, it is not your royal garden, who likes to go to whom, can you control it?

Thinking so, Linglong had already come to the fog pavilion. Under the pavilion is the valley of white mist, it is already evening, the valley is still covered with clouds and fog, like a fairyland on earth.

Linglong admired the fog scene for a while, and then began to train herself again-

Jumping towards the two words on the horizontal batch!

Of course, she practiced not simply jumping, but the time she spent in the air, and every time she jumped, she traced the word with her fingers, but at most, she only drew two strokes before her body fell.

Since the last time he saw this horizontal batch in the Fog Pavilion, he knew that someone could really write in the air, and Linglong wondered if maybe the master and Qin Kongkong really had something to do with it.

She was unwilling, the first time Shi Er saw her body, he said that she was Qin Kongkong's lineage, Qin Kongkong's surname was Qin, and her master Qin Mary was also surnamed Qin, and the master never mentioned her life experience, and no one knew about it in the rivers and lakes.

If they are really related, then this kung fu has been passed down from ancient times to modern times, and many of the essences have been lost. She has a foundation, she is young, and she still has time to practice at this time, so since Linglong has recovered from her illness, she will jump hundreds of times every night before going to bed and come to the fog pavilion, of course, she can't let go of the good opportunity to practice on the spot.

In fact, when she came out today, she had something on her mind, don't look at her and Xingyu talking easily, but Liu Yuer's coming to the capital still made her very depressed.

Since she recovered from a serious illness more than half a year ago, she remembered the events of her previous life, and she looked forward to returning to the capital one day and returning to her mother. Even though she was doing some rough work in the old mansion all day, she still inquired about some things, including the past of this cousin's wife.

Liu Yuer once discussed family affairs with her father, and after her father married someone else, she was heartbroken and found someone to marry. Within a few years, her husband died, and Liu Yuer took her young son to rely on each other.

The law of the Dawu Dynasty does not prevent widows from remarrying, and it is not impossible for Liu Yuer to really want to remarry her father Jin Min.

Mrs. Jin knew about Liu Yuer and Jin Min's past, but she still didn't shy away from coming to Beijing with her, I was afraid that she had this thought.

Song Xiuzhu thought she was smart, but she didn't expect to lure a wolf into the room.

Song Xiuzhu and Liu Yuer win or lose, Linglong doesn't care. All she cared about was her mother.

The Feng family is in the middle of the road, and they are no longer able to help their mother, and the reason why my father has not divorced his wife all these years is because of his brother Jin Zifeng.

But if Mrs. Jin forces him to divorce his wife, or if something happens in the middle, the only remaining title of his mother will be gone.

Linglong was preoccupied, but her mood relaxed while jumping. The more she danced, the more energetic she became, forgetting the hour and the unpleasant things.

"Sister Long, why are you here?"

Linglong was taken aback, she didn't notice anyone approaching. She landed and looked over, only to see that in the twilight, there was a person standing there, but it was Xu Tingshen.

He was not with Jin Zifeng, he wore a light gray fine cotton jacket, his delicate face was a little hazy in the twilight, and the whole person was more tranquil.

Seeing that Linglong looked at him but didn't speak, Xu Tingshen was a little embarrassed, worried that he would offend her.

"I came here for a walk, and I happened to be passing by, not on purpose."

Hearing him say this, Linglong almost laughed, this person is quite funny.

used to see that he was always with his brother, and Linglong intuitively classified him and his brother Jin Zifeng as people all the way, they are the kind of people who can calculate.

But when I saw him alone at this time, I felt that I had misunderstood. Xu Tingshen still looks a little wooden, far less than his brother can speak.