Murong Xue? Didn't she say she was sick so she wouldn't be a guest? Why is it here again all of a sudden
Murong Roumei narrowed her eyes slightly, looked up, and saw Murong Xue walking slowly along the bluestone road, the light blue floor-sweeping dress flicked across the smooth ground, leaving a long trace, her palm-sized face was bright and beautiful Touching, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, but his dark pupils are as cold as ice.
It's good that Murong Xue is here, it's more convenient to implement her plan!
Murong Rou glanced at Mrs. Song who was smiling all over her face. This old woman slandered herself in front of everyone, and she didn't need to give her any more face.
With a sneer at the corner of her mouth, she walked towards Murong Xue: "Xue'er, didn't you say that you are not feeling well? Why are you holding on to celebrate your birthday?"
Looking at her hypocritical smile, Murong Xue was too lazy to argue with her, and said coldly: "I'm here to find my brother."
Murong Rou didn't take it seriously, and said with a smile: "Ye'er is in the front yard..."
"He's not in the front yard, his servant said he was in the guest yard." Murong Xue interrupted her coldly, correcting her unceremoniously.
Noble lady, the daughters don't think she's being rude. After all, standing in front of you is someone who once plotted to take your property. Anyone who sees this kind of person will speak sarcasticly to her and be polite to her, isn't it? Hypocrisy is foolishness.
Murong Rou's decent smile instantly froze on her face. The brat, who dared to refute her words openly, really didn't know how to flatter her. When her plan succeeds, let's see how arrogant she is: "It's not lunch time yet, Ye'er should Why did you enter the guest house without drinking the bar?"
"I didn't follow him, so I don't know what's going on. Didn't you come here to take a look?" Murong Xue said coldly, passed Murong Rou directly, and followed Feng Tao's guidance, and quickly walked towards the direction of the guest house.
Smelly girl, you are really arrogant and domineering, if you didn't want to use her hands to complete the plan, you would have been rude to her! Murong Rou gritted her teeth with hatred in her heart, suppressed her anger and chased after her: "I'll go with you to the guest house." When her plan succeeds, Murong Xue will definitely cry and regret.
The villain and the victim of the Liupuzi incident went to the guest house together. The noble ladies and daughters looked at each other, feeling that there was something exciting to watch, and followed them one after another.
The old ladies looked at Mrs. Song, who is today's birthday star, full of doubts: Didn't she say that she punished Murong Rou to go to the Buddhist hall to think about it? How could she appear here
Mrs. Song's old face turned red and white, and changed dozens of colors in an instant: She clearly told Murong Rou repeatedly to guard the kitchen, deal with trivial matters, and not to come to entertain guests, yet she dared to disobey her orders and openly let herself You can't get off the stage, you're really a hateful little bitch.
"Murong Ye is the only seedling of the Marquis of Yue, please don't make any mistakes." Mrs. Lin spoke suddenly, breaking the embarrassing atmosphere and helping Mrs. Song.
Mrs. Song glanced at her gratefully: "It makes sense, then let's go and have a look."
"Okay!" The old ladies nodded, supported the maid's hand, and headed for the guest courtyard in a mighty manner.
Murong Xue hurried forward along Qingshi Road. From a distance, she saw Shuangxi leaning against the wall of a small courtyard with her stomach in her arms. Tortured and feeble: "What's wrong with you?"
Shuangxi walked over bitterly: "Back to the eldest lady, the little one has diarrhea, and it's been an hour!"
Murong Xue raised her eyebrows lightly: "When you left the house in the morning, weren't you fine? Why did you suddenly have diarrhea? Could it be that you ate something unclean?"
Shuangxi hurriedly shook her head: "The little one didn't eat anything after coming to Marquis of Wu'an's mansion, and only drank a few sips of tea..."
That means something was thrown into the tea, Shuangxi is a clever person, Murong Rou designed to transfer him, it must be for the convenience of calculating Murong Ye, it is really a good way.
Murong Xue curled her lips and sneered: "In the future, you will have a long memory. In some people's houses, don't drink tea indiscriminately. This time it just made you have diarrhea, and next time it may be that your intestines are pierced..."
"Yes, yes, yes!" Shuangxi repeatedly agreed, her face pale with fright.
Murong Rou's face was gloomy, and she tightly clenched her hands under her sleeves. Murong Xue was mocking her that the Marquis of Wu'an Mansion is a den of poison that seeks wealth and murder! Nasty little bitch.
Murong Xue pretended not to see her ugly face, and walked straight into the courtyard. The door of the main room was wide open, and a large gambling table was clearly visible in the center of the room. Song Qingyan, who was wearing a dark blue brocade robe, was standing Behind the long table, he rolled the dice triumphantly.
Standing opposite him, Murong Ye stared at the bowl holding the dice and shouted, "...Little...Little..."
Song Qingyan put the cup on the table vigorously, lifted the lid, and shouted arrogantly: "Five five six... big... Murong Ye, you lost..."
Every time she meets Murong Ye to gamble, he always loses, it's really useless!
Murong Xue frowned tightly, and shouted: "Murong Ye!"
Qingling's voice rushed into the room with strong anger and entered Murong Ye's ears. He turned his head and looked at her, his frustrated eyes were filled with surprise in an instant: "Sister, why are you here?"
"Let me see how much money you lost!" Murong Xue said angrily, and walked into the room.
They thought something happened to Murong Ye, it turned out he was gambling!
Madam Noble, the daughters breathed a sigh of relief and stood outside the door without following in.
And the dandies saw so many people suddenly coming outside the house, and each one of them didn't understand, so they didn't speak, and the noisy room fell silent instantly.
Murong Ye looked at the empty table in front of him, and smiled embarrassedly: "Not much to lose, not much..."
"It's not much, it's only five hundred thousand taels of silver..." Song Qingyan casually counted the tall chips in front of him, and said leisurely.
Murong Ye lost all the money he brought, so they signed an agreement, win a game, and put a chip.
There are so many noble ladies, their daughters are here, they can no longer continue to gamble, and it is time to liquidate the gambling money.
"What? Five hundred thousand taels?" Murong Ye's eyes widened in surprise: "How come there are so many?"
Noble lady, the daughters were also surprised when they heard the news. They lost 500,000 taels in one morning.
"How many rounds you lost, don't you not remember?" Song Qingyan raised his eyebrows and looked at Murong Ye: "One round is five thousand taels, so many rounds add up..."
"Didn't you say a round of fifty taels of silver? How did it become five thousand taels?" Murong Ye interrupted him sharply and looked at him coldly.
"What fifty taels, Murong Ye, you can see clearly with your eyes wide open, it's clearly written in black and white, five thousand taels for a game..." Song Qingyan held a piece of rice paper and hung it in front of Murong Ye, and saw It said: The cash is not enough, the words are used as evidence, and if you lose a round of 5,000 taels, the final settlement will be made. Murong Ye, Song Qingyan wrote!
"You're cheating, it was clearly written as fifty taels at the time..." Murong Ye was furious, pointing at the dandies next to him, and said, "If you don't believe me, you can ask them, they can hear you clearly when we say fifty taels a game." Clearly..."