Murong Xue's bright face darkened instantly, and she pushed Ouyang Shaochen hard: "Don't make trouble, I'm thinking about something."
"You miss you, don't talk to me!" Ouyang Shaochen said lightly, his thin lips caressing Murong Xue's soft lips.
Murong Xue's face was gloomy, she wanted to ignore Ouyang Shaochen, but with their current appearance, she had to be able to ignore them.
"Ouyang Shaochen!" Murong Xue grabbed Ouyang Shaochen's arm, trying to push him away. No, Ouyang Shaochen tightly hugged her waist, and lightly inserted the tip of her tongue into her mouth, absorbing Her unique sweetness...
A faint scent of black bamboo wafted from her mouth, Murong Xue blinked helplessly, slowly stretched out her arms to hug Ouyang Shaochen's thin waist, and responded enthusiastically to him!
The temperature in the carriage gradually increased...
The breeze blew, and a corner of the car curtain was lifted, and Ye Yichen was standing not far away, looking at the two of them coldly.
A coldness flashed across Ouyang Shaochen's eyes. With a flick of his finger, a beam of internal force flew out, passed through the corner of the car curtain, and fixed it heavily on the car wall, covering the car window and blocking the view from inside and outside. .
Ouyang Shaochen hugged Murong Xue tightly, and the faint breath of black bamboo swept over every part of her lips, warm as fire, gentle to the bone.
Murong Xue was surrounded by the seemingly invisible scent of black bamboo, like a giant net, densely packed, leaving no gaps, making her dizzy, almost suffocated, gradually paralyzed in Ouyang Shaochen's arms, breathing shallowly into short gasps.
Looking at her bright red face, a smile flashed across Ouyang Shaochen's obsidian pupils, reluctant to leave her for an inch, and hugged her tightly in his arms.
Murong Xue rested her head on Ouyang Shaochen's chest, took a deep breath, her foggy thoughts gradually came to her senses, and her smoggy beautiful eyes slowly regained clarity: "That... can the wedding be postponed for a while?"
"Why?" Ouyang Shaochen looked at her puzzled.
"There are only me and my brother in Zhen Guohou's mansion. If I get married, my brother will be the only one left in the mansion. He must be very lonely. I want to spend more time with him." Murong Xue's eyes flashed unnaturally. He blinked, and casually said a reason.
Ouyang Shaochen disagreed: "The Xiaoyao Palace is not too far from the Zhen Guohou's Mansion. You can go back to see your brother at any time, or let him move to the Xiaoyao Palace. There are not many masters in the Palace. It will be more lively if he moves there. some… "
Murong Xue looked at the sky speechlessly. She said that by accompanying Murong Ye, she wanted to delay the time of marriage. Ouyang Shaochen solved this problem in a few words. She can no longer use this excuse to postpone the time of marriage...
She was really not used to getting married at the age of fifteen...
Murong Xue frowned depressedly, turned over in Ouyang Shaochen's arms, kicked the small table next to her with her toes, and a stack of exquisite invitations fell to the ground with a 'crash', the bright red ones were really beautiful .
Murong Xue frowned in confusion: "What are you doing with so many invitations in the carriage?"
"For you." Ouyang Shaochen said softly.
"Give it to me?" Murong Xue raised her eyebrows, picked up an invitation and flipped through it, only to see that the invitation was blank: "Why did you send me so many invitations?"
"Aren't you about to pass away? You need to send invitations to invite people to attend your graduation ceremony. These invitations were specially made by the people from Xiaoyao Palace." Ouyang Shaochen Qingyue's voice was as soft as a breeze.
Murong Xue was taken aback, then suddenly remembered that in a month or so, she would be married. In ancient times, a woman who passed the ceremony meant that she had become an adult, and a very grand ceremony would be held, and noble ladies from famous families would be invited to watch the ceremony...
"Xue'er, have you decided who to invite?" Ouyang Shaochen asked softly.
Murong Xue nodded: "Almost!"
Zhen Guohou's Mansion is also a famous noble family in the capital, and there are many families who are close friends with it. The noble ladies and daughters of those families will be invited to attend her wedding ceremony. As for the specific list, let Hui Bo draw up the list. .
"Then have you ever thought about writing the invitation yourself?" Ouyang Shaochen asked softly.
Qingyan's noble daughters are basically talented people, writing and presenting the invitations personally can show the value and respect for the person they invite. Many women in Qingyan will write the invitations themselves when they are young.
"That's it, then I'll try to write Jiji invitations as well." Murong Xue said softly, picked up the Langhao pen on the pen holder, thought of a name casually, and wrote it on the blank invitations stroke by stroke.
Looking at the delicate handwriting on the invitation, Ouyang Shaochen commented unceremoniously: "The handwriting is delicate but powerless, like a soft willow, floating around..."
Murong Xueming's pretty face darkened in an instant. She has worked hard to learn calligraphy in modern times, and the original owner has also practiced calligraphy for several years. Her handwriting is very good. When she came to Ouyang Shaochen, she was criticized so harshly...
"Your posture for holding the pen is a bit wrong. The words you write are naturally unsatisfactory. The pen should be held like this..." Ouyang Shaochen said softly. Xiao Bai wrapped everything in her hands, and led her to scribble elegant fonts one after another on the invitation, which made people admire.
"It looks much better this way!" Ouyang Shaochen sat behind Murong Xue, holding her in his arms, his handsome side face was close to her beautiful little face, and his clear and shallow teaching was like the ambiguity between lovers murmuring.
Murong Xue glared at him angrily: The words on the stickers were written by him, of course they look good...
Ye Yichen stood on the roof, looking at the curtain of the carriage of Xiaoyao Wangfu, and was blown by the wind again, a sweet and warm scene appeared, the handsome man and the beautiful woman cuddled closely together, with an indescribable affection Lovely!
Ye Yichen's face was livid, and he clenched his hands under his sleeves tightly. Looking at the ambiguous scene, his eyes hurt sharply.
"Yichen!" Old Prince Jing came over, glanced at the gluey Ouyang Shaochen and Murong Xue in the carriage, and sighed softly: "It seems that you have no chance."
Ye Yichen's expression was gloomy: "They haven't gotten married yet, so why do you say I have no chance?"
Old Prince Jing sighed heavily: "Ouyang Shaochen and Murong Xue are in love with each other. As long as the two of them meet, there will be no third person in their eyes. How can you still have a chance?"
Ye Yichen didn't take it seriously: "It's just a temporary gratification between the two, it doesn't mean anything, as long as they don't get married for a day, I have hope."
Old Prince Jing raised his eyebrows and looked at Ye Yichen: "You really think so?"
"Of course." Ye Yichen nodded, a faint light flashed in his sharp eyes.
Old Prince Jing sighed again: "Why are you so persistent, Xue'er doesn't like you..."
"I want to fight hard, and I don't want to be like my father and leave regrets." Ye Yichen paused every word, his eyes flashed with a seriousness that had never been seen before.