Murong Qianjue stretched out his slender knuckles and hooked them among the pile of robes, and then the smile on the corner of his mouth became wider and wider, and he looked back at Dongfang Jing faintly, "Ah Jing, these clothes of yours are all tailored for you." Was it made to order?"
Dongfang Jing frowned, and wanted to say that you should stop being narcissistic, these are all for the fourth brother.
"It can't be made for Zongzheng Fusu's wood." Murong Qianjue spoke first, "Ah Jing, you are so smart, it shouldn't be difficult to find out that your master and Zongzheng Fusu have completely different preferences. Zongzheng Fusu He likes to wear black robes, all in black, hiding in the middle of the night, no one can find him. Master is not as incomprehensible as he is, Nuo, these white robes are my favorite .And these purple ones, bright red ones, blue-gray ones...as long as they are made by Ah Jing, I like them all."
Dongfang Jing was speechless for a moment, fourth brother, he...he really didn't like the clothes she made for him. These bright colors seemed to be unable to catch his eyes, but Dongfang Jing did it anyway. She hoped that one day he would be able to accept all the beautiful colors in this world.
Fourth brother's gloomy world was brought to him by her.
"In your bones, you still hope that he will change." Murong Qianjue said with a smile, to the point.
Dongfang Jing's complexion was pale.
Murong Qianjue ignored her, and said to herself, "Ah Jing, even though you are absolutely unwilling on the surface, you can still accept me in your bones. You even hope that your fourth brother can become like you Cheerful and talkative. Since that's the case, they all have exactly the same appearance, so if you just accept it, won't all the problems be solved?"
"Murong Qianjue, you are you, and the fourth brother is the fourth brother. I can clearly distinguish this point." Dongfang Jing did not deny the first half of what he said, but her attitude was still firm.
Murong Qianjue didn't take it seriously, shrugged slightly, then picked out the most pleasing white robe from the closet, and handed it to Dongfang Jing.
Dongfang Jing hugged her clothes, couldn't help frowning, raised her eyes to look at him, and said angrily, "Murong Qianjue, what exactly are you trying to do?!"
Murong Qianjue pointed to the blood-stained white robe on his body, then raised his eyebrows and asked, "Ah Jing, do you want me to dress like this, to replace Yuchi Wuyou or your fourth brother, and ask to see the Empress Dowager? The Empress Dowager cares so much about her own grandson, she might be in a hurry?!"
Dongfang Jing's eyes moved slightly, her eyes touched the mottled blood, her brows tightened involuntarily. But she was careless! My aunt is always careful, if she finds out, she will be anxious.
After Murong Qianjue finished speaking, his arms were loosely erected, and he stood with his back facing Dongfang Jing, and said with a low voice, "My concubine, change your clothes for me."
Dongfang Jing gave him a hard look at his back.
"Don't stare! It's useless to stare at me." Murong Qianjue seemed to have eyes on his forehead, and could see her through.
Dongfang Jing had no choice but to hold the robe with one hand, walked forward slowly, wrapped her arms around the man's waist carefully, and stretched out her hand to untie his belt.
As soon as Murong Qianjue lowered his head, he saw those slightly trembling jade hands.
"I've slept through it. Ah Jing, why are you still so shy?" He refused to let go of any chance to tease her.
Dongfang Jing's fingers were stiff, and she replied in a dry voice, "Stop being narcissistic, I don't."