"Yes!" Song Qingyan nodded, gnashing her teeth with hatred in her heart. She is not Murong Xue's opponent for the time being, so she can only avoid Murong Xue, but: "Murong Xue will soon marry Prince Ouyang. After becoming the First Concubine, she will always live in the inner house and cannot walk around outside at will." At that time, I don't have to bother to avoid her anymore...
"What did you say? Murong Xue married Ouyang Shaochen?" The man's sharp eyes narrowed sharply.
"Yes!" Song Qingyan didn't understand why the man had such a big reaction, so she nodded in a daze.
"Who did you listen to?" the man asked coldly.
"The servants of Prince Xiaoyao's mansion, they also said that King Xiaoyao and Princess Xiaoyao are secretly preparing for the marriage of Ouyang Shaochen and Murong Xue. When the time comes, they will go to Zhen Guohou's mansion to hire..." Song Qingyan reported truthfully, her eyes A deep jealousy flashed: Murong Xue is a woman whose marriage has been divorced, shouldn't she be neglected and die of old age in her boudoir? How did he get Prince Ouyang's favorite? And let King Xiaoyao and Princess Xiaoyao agree to marry her into Prince Xiaoyao's mansion...
The man's sharp eyes narrowed slightly, and a meaningful flash flashed in his eyes: Ouyang Shaochen, is Murong Xue ready to get married...
The bright sun shines warmly, and the round table in the courtyard of Zhaoning Hall is filled with altars of fruit juice. The golden juice is full of fragrance, making people salivate.
Ouyang Shaochen stepped forward, sealed the jars one by one, looked up at Murong Xue: "Thank you for your hard work."
"You're welcome, just remember to share half of the juice with me." Murong Xue lightly rubbed her sore wrist, her brows and eyes were crooked, like a cunning little fox, and Ouyang Shaochen saw a flash of a smile in his eyes: "good!"
The breeze blew past, and there was a slight commotion, Murong Xue frowned in confusion: "What happened?"
Ouyang Shaochen glanced at the outside of the courtyard: "It's nothing, the craftsman who transplanted viburnum came with the saplings of viburnum."
Transplant viburnum
Murong Xue blinked her eyes: "The scenery of the palace is very beautiful, every flower and plant is decorated just right, why do you need to specially transplant the Qionghua tree?"
"Don't you like Qionghua? Let the craftsmen plant a forest of Qionghua in the palace. In our free time, we can drink tea and rest under the Qionghua tree." Ouyang Shaochen looked at Murongxue, his dark eyes sparkled. A little pampering.
Murong Xue's eyes lit up, and a luxuriant Qionghua forest appeared in front of her eyes, pieces of Qionghua were flying all over the sky, as beautiful as a fairyland: It's really pleasant to rest and drink tea in such a Qionghua forest...
"My lord, the study has been tidied up according to your request, and half of it is empty." Xun Feng stepped forward and reported in a deep voice.
Ouyang Shaochen nodded, and said lightly: "The vacant half should be carefully arranged according to Xue'er's preferences."
"Yes!" Xun Feng took the order and left.
Murong Xue looked at Ouyang Shaochen puzzled: "Why arrange it according to my preference?"
The corner of Ouyang Shaochen's mouth curved slightly: "I will share half of my study with you."
The study is an important place, and Ouyang Shaochen's study is even more important. Except for Xun Feng and Wuhen, who clean the study regularly, no one else has ever entered it. Ouyang Shaochen gave her half of the study to see Love her, trust her.
Murong Xue felt a sweet feeling in her heart, and looked at Ouyang Shaochen with a smile: "Thank you very much!"
"You're welcome, from now on, I'll leave the tidying and cleaning of the study to you!" Ouyang Shaochen glanced at her, and the corner of his mouth curled into an almost invisible graceful arc.
Murong Xueming's pretty face darkened in an instant, and she knew that Ouyang Shaochen, a black-bellied god, didn't want to lose money, so he gave her half of the study room, and by the way, cleaned and organized the study room...
"My lord, the shopkeeper of Yixiang Pavilion is here." Accompanied by Wuhen's report, a woman in her thirties walked over with a dozen maidservants with a smile on her face.
The maids each held a tray in their hands, and inside the trays were bundles of bright red cloth, standing in a row in front of Murong Xue.
"What is this for?" Murong Xue looked at Ouyang Shaochen puzzled.
"You choose a piece of fabric, and let the embroiderer of Yixiang Pavilion make a wedding dress for you." Ouyang Shaochen said softly.
Murong Xue looked at the sky speechlessly, isn't making a wedding dress something that her parents and elders worry about? Why is Ouyang Shaochen, the future husband, so worried? And: "I still have a month or two to get married, and the wedding date will be even further away. Is it too early to start making wedding dresses?"
"Women's wedding dress needs to be carefully cut and embroidered, and it will take at least a month to embroider it. You are the concubine of the world, so you must be more careful about your wedding dress. It's too late to prepare now." Ouyang Shaochen After every word, there was a rare seriousness in the bottom of his eyes.
Murong Xue's eyes flickered unnaturally. She planned to get married in a year or two. It's really too early to make a wedding dress now: "Our marriage has not been confirmed yet, so we are in a hurry to make a wedding dress. Well, let's wait a few days..."
Ouyang Shaochen pondered for a moment, then nodded in agreement: "That's true, then I will fly a pigeon to pass the letter immediately, and let the father and mother return to Beijing, and tomorrow I will go to the Marquis of Zhenguo to propose marriage..."
Murong Xue was startled, and hastily stopped: "Don't, don't... The capital and Taiyuan are hundreds of miles away, and it will take a long time to go there. The prince and concubine haven't finished shopping. If you call them back now, it will be a taxi. Cut off their purchases, and afterward, they have to go to Taiyuan again, what a bother..."
Xiaoyao Wang, the original plan of the princess is to go to the Marquis of Zhenguo Mansion to propose marriage a few days before she reaches Ji, and after she reaches Ji, she will be hired and discuss the date of marriage. The appointment will be made in a few days, and she will get married in a few days...
She doesn't make a wedding dress because she wants to postpone the wedding for a few days, but she doesn't want to advance it...
Ouyang Shaochen didn't take it seriously: "Father, mother and concubine went to Taiyuan to buy golden nanmu, and now the golden nanmu is already on the way here, they stayed in Taiyuan, just want to play for a few more days..."
Murong Xue smiled unnaturally: "Then let them play and don't disturb them..."
"Playing is a trivial matter. Our marriage is settled. It won't be too late for them to go to play again!" Ouyang Shaochen said lightly, and he was about to write a letter to Feige. Going to bother the prince and princess, let's take a look at the fabric first, let's make a custom wedding dress..."
Ouyang Shaochen shook his head disapprovingly: "The marriage is not yet settled, so I ordered a wedding dress. The name is not right..."
"Let's make it quietly, and don't let others know if it's okay!" Murong Xue said anxiously, fearing that Ouyang Shaochen would retort, she dragged Ouyang Shaochen to the fabric: "Which fabric do you think is suitable for me?"
Looking at her bitter little face, an imperceptible smile flashed in Ouyang Shaochen's eyes: I finally agreed to make a wedding dress!
His deep eyes swept across the pieces of fabric, and landed on the tray directly in front of him: "How about this piece of brocade?"
The brocade was placed on the first tray, the silk fabric was red bright and dignified under the sun, it was only worthy of a noble first wife, Murong Xue looked at it, but she didn't have much love for it, she shook her head slightly.
"Where's the Shu brocade?" Ouyang Shaochen looked at the other tray.
Shu brocade is also true red, with smooth silk, and it is even more beautiful than Yun brocade at a sudden glance, but Murong Xue still doesn't like it much, so she shook her head again.
"Where is Suxiu brocade?" Ouyang Shaochen glanced at the cloth not far away. The cloth was placed on a tray, and there seemed to be traces of golden threads flowing in the red color, shining brightly under the sunlight. , The beauty is hard to miss.
As picky as Murong Xue was, her eyes were filled with amazement, and she said in a strange way: "Just Su Xiujin."
"Miss Murong is really discerning. Su brocade is the most beautiful of all fabrics, and it is also the most beautiful for a wedding dress..." the woman praised with a smile.
"Thank you, the fabric of Yixiangge is good..." Murong Xue smiled slightly, and suddenly felt two sharp gazes coming over.
Her eyes froze, and she suddenly looked up, only to see a young man in a light purple robe standing on a treetop not far away, looking down at them.
Murong Xue frowned slightly, looked at the man coldly and said, "So it's Prince Jing, I don't know when Prince Jing got the habit of peeping?"
The huge Xiaoyao Palace fell silent in an instant. The shopkeeper of Yixiang Pavilion and the maids looked at each other, looking at each other's nose and heart.
Ouyang Shaochen's expression was calm, as if he knew Ye Yichen was there a long time ago.
Ye Yichen didn't answer Murong Xue's words, and looked directly at Ouyang Shaochen: "I heard that Prince Ouyang is getting married?"
"En!" Ouyang Shaochen nodded.
"Congratulations, Prince Ouyang!" Ye Yichen said lightly.
"Thank you!" Ouyang Shaochen's voice was flat, obviously perfunctory.
Ye Yichen didn't mind, he looked at Ouyang Shaochen and said, "I don't know Xiaoyao Wang, does Xiaoyao Wang know that Xue'er has cold poison?"
Ouyang Shaochen's deep eyes narrowed sharply: "What do you mean?"