"Second Aunt, thank you very much." Murong Xue looked at Zhou Shi with a smile, the bright smile in her cold eyes made Zhou Shi nearly vomit out a mouthful of old blood, she kept busy all day long, It's why I decorated the mansion so beautifully, I didn't expect that it didn't give my husband half of the use, it's all cheap for Murong Ye...
A gust of wind blew by, bringing a touch of coolness, Murong Xue yawned boredly, Shi Shiran walked forward, her cold farewell voice wafted in the wind: "It's getting late, I'm going back to Luoxue Pavilion to rest , you do what you want!"
Murong Ye's eyes flashed, and he followed quickly: "Sister, after you left the border, many things happened again, let me tell you..."
"Okay." Murong Xue nodded, slowed down, and chatted with Murong Ye as they walked.
Standing in Murong Jian's direction, he could clearly see that both of them were smiling, chatting very speculatively, a string of silver bell-like laughter came to his ears, Murong Jian's complexion was slightly dark...
"The elders are still here, and they just walked away talking and laughing like that. It's really unreasonable..." Mrs. Zhou looked at the backs of the two people who were going away, and complained angrily.
"They already know that we want to snatch the position of Marquis of Zhen Guo, and they regard us as enemies in their hearts, so naturally they will no longer respect us..." Murong Jian said suddenly, his eyes dim.
Mrs. Zhou frowned slightly: "Murong Ye has been promoted to the third-rank vanguard leader, and his official position is higher than that of the master. It is not easy to snatch the position of Marquis from him..."
"Don't worry, Murong Ye is just a young boy with no parents and no power. Even if he becomes a pioneer, he won't be able to make much trouble. I don't need to pay attention to him for the time being. The most urgent thing is to teach him a lesson. Song Tianwen on the road to promotion..."
Murong Jian spoke word by word, with a chill in his sharp eyes: Song Tianwen just let Song Tianwen get away with this once-in-a-lifetime promotion opportunity, and he will never let Song Tianwen go easily...
"Master, have you thought of a way to teach Song Tianwen a lesson?" Mrs. Zhou looked up at Murong Jian, with a little light shining in her dark eyes.
"I've already thought about it." Murong Jian nodded, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, which was indescribably eerie and weird...
In the daze of the lake, Murong Xue felt that someone was calling her: "Xueer... Xueer..."
Murong Xue was in a daze, her eyes were so sleepy that she couldn't open her eyes, she murmured feebly: "Don't make noise... I'm so sleepy..." Turning over, she kept away from the voice, closed her eyes, and continued to dream about Duke Zhou...
"Snap!" A cotton handkerchief was placed on her forehead suddenly, and the cold water seeped into her skin, causing her to shiver shiveringly. The deep sleepiness disappeared instantly, and she suddenly opened her eyes and sat up.
Seeing Ouyang Shaochen's handsome face so close at hand, her cold eyes blazed with anger: "Ouyang Shaochen, what are you doing?"
"Wake you up, look at what time it is, and you're still asleep!" Ouyang Shaochen said casually, took the wet cotton handkerchief in her hand, and threw it into the basin not far away.
Murong Xue looked sideways out of the window, and saw the golden sun rising higher and higher, and it was about to reach the center...
It's almost noon, and she did sleep for a long time, but last night Murong Ye sat here, telling her interesting things about the border, and didn't leave until Chou Shi (1:00 am to 3:00 am)...
Murong Xue rubbed her eyes, and looked at Ouyang Shaochen, half hugging the quilt: "What do you want from me?"
Her black hair was slightly messy, her light pink apron loomed under the thin quilt, her collarbone was exquisite, her fair skin was as delicate as porcelain, shining with luster under the light golden sun...
Ouyang Shaochen's eyes flickered unnaturally, he took a long snow blue dress and put it on Murong Xue: "It's nothing serious, let's see what trouble you have caused again."
Murong Xue's bright face instantly darkened. In his heart, is she just a troublemaker? He casually grabbed the soft pillow behind him, and threw it towards Ouyang Shaochen viciously: "You are the one who likes to cause trouble..."
Ouyang Shaochen reached out to catch the soft pillow, and glanced at her casually: "Didn't you cause any trouble? Then what did you do yesterday?"
Murong Xue choked, and her eyes flickered unnaturally: "Song Qingyan was the despicable and shameless schemer to plot against me, so I let her suffer the consequences. If I was not vigilant at that time and didn't notice the abnormality in the bowl of wonton stew, Now I am the one who has been poisoned and disfigured..."
Looking at her angry little face, Ouyang Shaochen's eyes were deep: "You have just returned to Beijing for two days, and so many things have happened. There are dangers around you, and all the relatives in the Zhenguohou's mansion have ulterior motives. Have you ever thought about it?" Then... move to Xiaoyao Palace again?" He is by her side, and the secret guards of Xiaoyao Palace are always protecting her, so she will be much safer.
"No need, I'll be careful. Although I'm alone now, it's not that easy for them to plot against me." Murong Xue said with a smile, slandering in her heart: Ouyang Shaochen is a cheapskate, and he won't give you money. She is alone in the guest house. When she enters Xiaoyao Wangfu, she will live in the same room with him. How can she feel comfortable living in Luoxue Pavilion alone...
Ouyang Shaochen frowned, looked at Murong Xue lightly and said nothing, his dark pupils were like a deep pool...
Murong Xue's back felt a little cold when he looked at her, she wrapped her long skirt tightly, and smiled unnaturally: "Well... it's getting late, I heard that Linjianglou has launched several new cakes, and the taste is still good. Not bad, shall we try it?"
The ancient cakes are all made of pure natural petals, melons and fruits, etc. They are delicious, sweet but not greasy, and very nutritious. The tastiest of all pastries…
"Okay!" Ouyang Shaochen nodded and looked away.
Murong Xue secretly breathed a sigh of relief, put on the skirt as quickly as possible, turned over and got off the bed, walked behind the screen to freshen up...
Linjiang Tower is a well-known restaurant in the capital city. There is an endless stream of guests. Murong Xue is sitting in the plum room, slowly tasting the restaurant's signature dishes. Passed in.
"I really envy those aristocratic families who can inherit titles. They are imperial officials from generation to generation, rich and prosperous."
"What is there to envy? If you want to, you can also have a hereditary title, but the premise is that you have to enter the barracks and work hard to make great contributions. Every hereditary title in the capital is due to the hard work of the ancestors. If you come out, the greater the credit, the greater the reward the emperor will give you..."
"Then what will happen if you accidentally get seriously injured on the battlefield and become disabled?"