"Queen?"

Ling Luoyu's pupils shrank and he looked out the window suddenly, her eyes flickering.

"Mo Xuanchen?!"

Only Mo Xuanchen would leave quietly after entering her room quietly.

But why didn't he greet her or say a word after he came in, but just leave a watermark? !

Ling Luoyu frowned slightly, took a touch of water, poured it on the ground, and washed away the watermark, and then jumped back onto the railing of the terrace and fell barefoot, her skirt fluttering looking at the apse not far away.

Mo Xuanchen let her go to that place twice in a row, it must be because there is something special there.

"Boom boom!"

There was a slight knock at the door.

"Miss Ling..."

Ling Luoyu's eyes shrank.

Yesterday she recovered her true appearance in front of Su Tianyun, and entered the Temple of Heaven as A San, but now she has called her "Miss Ling" leisurely!

Want to come, it was Su Tianyun who revealed her identity!

There was another knock on the door outside: "Miss Ling, are you awake?!"

"Come in!"

The door opened, and a group of more than a dozen maids, holding utensils, walked in silently, kneeling respectfully on the ground.

The leader is a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl with fair complexion and smart eyes.

Kneeling down, she smiled at the corners of her lips: "The slave and maidservant are ordered by the monarch to come and serve Miss Ling in the Spring Festival! From today on, we will be the personal servants of Miss Ling!"

Ling Luoyu sat lazily cross-legged on the railing, long hair fluttering, skirt fluttering, and turning his head casually.

"Your Majesty is really caring. You sent the maid to me so soon... But did your Majesty tell you that I am a stranger, out of gregariousness, and sometimes neurotic and beat people... "

The Chinese New Year was calm and calmly raised her head: "Miss Ling, since we are your maidservants, that is, your people, it is up to you whether to kill or to pluck..."

Ling Luoyu looked at her with quiet eyes and raised her long eyebrows.

Su Tianyun's hands are indeed full of talents.

This girl called the New Year, her eyes calm, her breathing calm, no matter what she said, she was calm, calm and peaceful, she was obviously a person with deep thoughts.

"I like smart people, you look good, so stay with me in the future..."

She turned her head to look at the blue sky and white clouds in the sky, and closed her eyes slightly.

"Let's talk, did the Lord tell you how to serve me?!"

"The Lord said that Miss Ling is the future master of the Demon Race, so she must have a certain understanding of the Demon Race, so let me have time to accompany Miss Ling around..."

"Your old girl Ling, didn't she turn?!" Ling Luoyu suddenly looked sideways.

The new year was startled: "What??"

Looking at her, she was really surprised, as if she really didn't know about Xiao Yu, she turned over and landed with a smile.

"I mean, when I was in the Vanilla Palace, I also turned around. There was nothing to play with..."

She casually looked at the things in the hands of the maids, but they were only women's rouge gouache, and some brand new silk dresses.

"Where did this dress come from?!"

"It was made by the tailors overnight. The Lord said, please ask the lady to wear it if you are wronged, and let them do more later..."

Ling Luoyu grabbed a light green one, gestured on his body, and frowned slightly.

"I don't like this color, change it to white..."

The new year was startled: "Don't like it?"

But these colors and sizes were all obtained from the vanilla hall, why didn't she like them again? !