After relying on the knowledge of the college entrance examination, the emperor took a fancy to him

On a winter morning with the chill of the night, Lin Luo wakes up with bursts of fragrance, and opens his eyes to the top of the smoky purple bed curtain.

He was not focused, and the surroundings were so quiet that there was a little crackling of charcoal fire, making it even more empty.

Lin Luo closed his eyes silently, and shrank back into the warm blanket.

His mind is not clear, whose house does he live in?

"Miss, it's time for you to get up and study!" A voice shouted in full spirit.

Lin Luo opened his eyes suddenly, his heart trembled in fright!

There was something rattling, he felt it out, only to realize that he had put the hairpin on his chest again at some point.

Very good, the scene in the dream is gradually recalled clearly, Lin Luo frowned and yawned.

The door was pushed open, and Mary Sue walked in with Cen's mother.

Seeing that he hadn't gotten up yet, Cen's mother came up directly to lift the quilt.

"Miss, it's already dawn, you should get up!" Before Cen's mother's hand touched the quilt, the person on the bed opened his eyes instantly.

His sharp black eyes stared straight at her.

Mama Cen's back trembled, how could she be so imposing?

Lin Luo got up slowly under the service of Mary Sue, yes, he has already traveled, how could this be the room of some little sister?

Mary Su is also a strange person, she just came from Mrs. Yang yesterday, and she didn't talk too much nonsense when she served Lin Luo, she asked her to do whatever she wanted.

However, she should have never done personal service before, and her behavior was a little strange.

Mama Cen saw that Lin Luo was going to wear yesterday's men's clothing, and that coarse linen shirt was worse than the servants in the mansion. If someone gave them a gift, they would all dislike the existence of taking up space.

Lin Luo still wants to wear it?

Cen's mother immediately stopped her: "Miss, as a woman, you can no longer wear men's clothes."

Lin Luo's head hurts from her yelling, and he hasn't recovered yet.

Sitting on the head of the bed in obscene clothes and trousers to wake up.

Mama Cen took the dress, Lin Luo slapped her hand, frowning: "What are you doing?"

Obviously, she didn't listen to Cen's mother much.

Cen's mother's forehead twitched: "Miss, this dress is not suitable for you."

Lin Luo lifted his eyes slightly, although he was sitting, he was not weak at all, he looked up at Cen's mother, and held her hand motionless.

Cen's mother has been a celebrity around the old lady for so many years. Almost everyone in this house respects her a bit. Even in front of Master Lin, Cen's mother has some face.

But she is not a ostentatious person, and she only stayed with the old lady in the past, and would not come out and walk around when she had nothing to do.

Never expected to meet someone who is not afraid of her at this time.

Mother Cen and Lin Luo looked at each other, insisting: "Miss, it's not suitable."

Lin Luo was furious, grabbed her hand and threw it aside, his throat felt itchy, he cleared his throat uncomfortably, then got up, picked up the clothes, and put them on by himself.

Cen's mother's expression was not good: "Miss, you are going to get married soon..."

Lin Luo glanced at her: "You don't have to marry, I hope you will find someone who is more beautiful than me."

Mama Cen shut up.

The coldness in Lin Luo's eyes was real, seeing Cen's mother's appearance at this time, he sneered: "Get lost!"

Mary Su watched from the side, not daring to speak.

Cen's mother hadn't experienced the stalemate between him and the Lin family yesterday, and now she felt the impact of Xia Lin Luo directly.

After all, these days I have to be coaxed by my aunt and grandma, hold my breath, Mama Cen is still the strict Mama Cen.

So Lin Luo put on his tattered clothes again.

After Marysu cleaned up and understood, she took a peek at Lin Luo, and quickly lowered herself, only to realize that the original saying "a man depends on his clothes" was not accurate.

Young Master Lin, you can wear this ragged clothes with a different feeling.

With his face, it doesn't violate harmony at all.

After Lin Luo got up, he realized that the food had been placed outside, and Aunt Zhao was standing by the table to pack the food boxes.

"Where's Liuying? Call me over to eat together." Lin Luo sat down first, and greeted Aunt Zhao as usual.

Aunt Zhao slept with Liuying last night, and the two analyzed it together, muttering in the middle of the night, not quite believing that the third young master is an ungrateful person.

Now if I really eat, I also call them.

Aunt Zhao showed a sincere smile on her nervous face, but Lin Luo never saw it, and said to Marysu, "Go and prepare a carriage. I'm going out today to see the dowry Mrs. Lin prepared for me."

Marysu was stunned for a moment, and looked at Mama Cen at a loss, but Mama Cen didn't dare to say anything after passing by just now.

His request was passed up, and Lin Rushu quickly agreed.

After eating the court food, Lin Luo took Mary Su, Aunt Zhao and Liu Ying out.

Cen's mother tried to persuade her a few times, but after Lin Luo coaxed her to restore what she had learned yesterday, she stopped talking to her.

Nothing is unachievable.

Although it was painful to learn yesterday, Lin Luo's potential seemed to be stimulated when his life was threatened.

The carriage for traveling was in accordance with Miss Lin's specification, but there were a few maids accompanying him, and Yang's side lent him two more, a group of five or six people.

Also bring a groom and servant.

It's just a small Zhongshu servant, but the specifications of going out are already so ostentatious.

Lin Luo, the borrowed maid, took a closer look. Caiyun looked a little familiar, she was the big maid next to Mrs. Yang, the service was fake, but the supervision was real.

Both Liuying and Aunt Zhao were injured, Lin Luo sat in the carriage thinking for a long time, and the route he worked out was to go to Rouge Pavilion first.

Rouge Pavilion is located on the edge of Dongzheng Street in Jinyang City. Its location is not very eye-catching, but it is much better than other streets.

Lin Luo was dressed in men's clothing, so it was not appropriate to go through the main entrance, so he walked through the side entrance behind the main street.

There is no pavement in the alley, and there is almost no traffic except for the people who live here.

The carriage stopped in front of the back door of Rouge Pavilion, two coughs came from inside the carriage, Liuying habitually reached out her hand, Lin Luo didn't even look at her, but took her hand and went down, not caring who was helping her.

Caiyun knocked on the door, and the clerk came out: "Hey, sister Caiyun! You are here."

Caiyun should be a long-distance runner for Yang's outside industries, so this person can call it out in one go.

"Xiao Ming, go and ask Guan Shi to come." Caiyun was not polite either, and they entered through the back door.

The clerk who was called Xiao Ming couldn't help looking at Lin Luo. He didn't know who this person was, and the clothes he wore didn't look good, but why did this group of people surround him?

Seeing Lin Luo's face again, Lin Luo glanced back at him, and Xiao Ming quickly retracted his gaze, not daring to look around casually.

that face.

"It's so beautiful." In the private room on the third floor of the restaurant facing the street, Liang Heng, the third prince, was meeting with Song Chenyang, the son of General Song.

He brought up General Song's loss of his legs on the battlefield, but the other party didn't care, he was full of dandyism, and waved his hands impatiently: "Your Highness, tell me what to do, defeat is a common thing in military affairs, it doesn't make sense, my father is One exception. His legs... huh? That man is so pretty!"

As he was talking, he couldn't help sighing because he didn't know what he saw at the window.

Liang Heng's gaze followed him, only to see a group of people entering the Rouge Pavilion.

They are clearly from the back, but his eyes are fixed on the person in the middle. The clothes are worn out and there is no decoration on the body, but the back is slender, and the actions are majestic and weak.