However, the eighteenth birthday is a very meaningful birthday, so Ouyang Shaochen should celebrate it no matter what.
Murong Xue raised her head to look at Ouyang Shaochen, and was about to speak, when a deep calling sounded first: "Xue'er!"
Murong Xue followed the sound, and saw Ye Yichen slowly walking over. He stood with his backlit, his body was even more slender and straight, and the purple brocade robe fluttered with his walking, making his handsome face condensed and solemn.
Murong Xue's bright face sank slightly, she frowned and said, "What are you doing here?"
Ye Yichen's eyes fell on Ouyang Shaochen and Murong Xue's hands, a sharp cold light flashed in his sharp eyes, and then disappeared without a trace, and said in a low voice, "Tomorrow is my birthday..."
Murong Xue was stunned, yes, in the memory of the original owner, tomorrow is Ye Yichen's birthday, she forgot, but Ouyang Shaochen's eighteenth birthday is also tomorrow, the two of them turned out to be in the same year, the same month and the same day What a coincidence...
"Then I'll congratulate Prince Jing on his birthday in advance. Everything goes well, everything goes well." Murong Xue said casually, with a little bit of perfunctory in Qing Ling's voice.
Ye Yichen's eyes dimmed, and he looked up at Murong Xue: "Tomorrow, can you come to Prince Jing's mansion to attend my birthday banquet?"
Ouyang Shaochen's handsome face was instantly gloomy, his eyelids drooped slightly, he didn't speak, Ruyu's hand tightly held Murong Xue's catkin.
Murong Xue smiled softly: "Prince Jing's birthday banquet must be full of high-ranking officials and guests. I am an orphan girl with no power and power, so I won't join in the fun..."
"I didn't invite guests." Ye Yichen said suddenly, interrupted her, looked at her for a moment and said, "Except for me, there is only father and mother in Prince Jing's mansion, can you come?"
Murong Xue was taken aback: Ye Yichen fought at the border for three years, so he must have never celebrated his birthday. He made great contributions and came back victorious, shouldn't he hold a big birthday party? What are you doing so quietly
In Prince Jing's mansion, there is an old princess Jing who hates her, an unfathomable old prince Jing, and this one in front of him, who hated her at first, but now seems to be... Ye Yichen who flatters her. In the palace, it's better for her to keep her at arm's length.
"Thank you, Prince Jing, for your love, but I have something to do tomorrow, so I don't have time to go to Prince Jing's mansion..."
"Don't rush to refuse, you can think about it later, maybe after tomorrow morning, you will change your mind..." Ye Yichen interrupted her in a deep voice, and looked at her lightly, with other people's eyes flashing in his dark eyes. A look of incomprehension.
Murong Xue pursed her lips in disdain, she didn't want to have anything to do with the people of Prince Jing's Mansion, even if the sky above Zhen Guohou's Mansion collapsed, she would not go to Prince Jing's Mansion...
"It's getting late, I'll take you back to your room!" Ouyang Shaochen said lightly, his clear voice was like plucking strings, beautiful and pleasant.
Murong Xue glanced at the gate of Zhen Guohou's Mansion, which was close at hand, and nodded lightly: "Okay!"
Ye Yichen stood outside the gate of Zhen Guohou's mansion, looking at Ouyang Shaochen, Murong Xue passed her straight, and walked into Zhen Guohou's mansion arm in arm. The handsome man and the beautiful woman were bathed in pale gold. The sunshine, moving forward slowly, looking from a distance, looks like a pair of well-matched gods and couples, deeply hurting Ye Yichen's eyes: "Ouyang Shaochen, whether a man or a woman can kiss each other, you send Xue'er back home!" The room, I'm afraid it's not suitable."
"Really? But I don't think there is anything inappropriate!" Ouyang Shaochen replied casually, stretched out his long arms, lightly embraced Murong Xue's shoulders, and walked forward slowly while hugging her.
Murong Xue's petite body was almost completely embraced into Ouyang Shaochen's arms, the faint scent of black bamboo lingered all over her body, Murong Xue's expression was calm, as if she had long been used to all this, and there was nothing uncomfortable about it...
Ye Yichen's face was livid, his sharp eyes were like sharp arrows, and he shot at Ouyang Shaochen's hand lightly resting on Murong Xue's shoulder.
Ouyang Shaochen turned a blind eye, and walked forward unhurriedly with Murong Xue in his arms.
The hands under Ye Yichen's sleeves were tightly clenched, and the deep inner power quickly condensed in the palms, and disappeared after a while. Murong Xue was facing Ouyang Shaochen, even if he won, she would not treat him look differently...
Ye Yichen raised his head to look at Murong Xue, and saw that she was talking to Ouyang Shaochen, the corner of her mouth curled into a slight smile, and the shining brilliance in the dark pupils made Ye Yichen's heart tremble a little. Shutter: In the past, only him could be seen in these eyes, but now, there is still a place for him in her eyes and heart...
Murong Xue stepped into Luoxue Pavilion, gently pulled Ouyang Shaochen's hand on her shoulder, and looked at him indifferently: "My lord, it's not too late, so I won't keep you for dinner."
Ouyang Shaochen hummed lightly, pondered for a moment, then looked up at Murong Xue: "Tomorrow, come to Xiaoyao Palace and help me celebrate my birthday!"
Murong Xue blinked and nodded lightly: "Okay."
Qingling's voice came to his ears, and the light in Ouyang Shaochen's eyes flashed: "Are you really coming?"
"Of course." Murong Xue nodded, Ouyang Shaochen didn't like to hold a big birthday party, as a friend, she should go to Xiaoyao Palace to celebrate him.
"Then I'll wait for you." Ouyang Shaochen paused every word, and there was a look in the dark pupils that others could not understand.
"En!" Murong Xue nodded, and looked up at Ouyang Shaochen: "Do you need me to bring anything?"
Looking at her sparkling eyes, Ouyang Shaochen smiled and shook his head lightly: "No need, Xiaoyao Palace has everything, you just need to come!"
As the sun gradually slanted to the west, Ouyang Shaochen's slender figure was like a startled bird, flying across the sky, and left the Luoxue Pavilion, with snow-colored clothes fluttering like clouds floating in the sky.
Looking at his elegant and unrestrained figure, Murong Xue slightly raised her eyebrows: She went to Xiaoyao Palace to celebrate Ouyang Shaochen's annual birthday, even if Ouyang Shaochen said that she didn't need to bring anything, she couldn't go there empty-handed. At least some gifts should be brought there, what kind of gift is better
A flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in his mind, Murong Xue's eyes lit up, and she gave this kind of gift.
The next day, the sun was shining brightly. After Murong Xue had breakfast, she slowly walked out of Zhen Guohou's Mansion with an exquisite wooden box. The wooden box was round and not too big or small. The little gift prepared, Ouyang Shaochen should like it.
There was a luxurious carriage parked outside Zhen Guohou's Mansion, with the sign of Zhen Guohou's Mansion hanging on it, Murong Xue was about to put the wooden box into the carriage, when a familiar voice came: "Miss Murong!"
Murong Xue frowned in displeasure, and looked sideways, only to see a slender figure walking slowly over with the support of a little maid...