Qingyue's voice was soft and soft, like a spring breeze and drizzle, floating lightly into his heart.
Murong Xue was stunned, looked up, and was facing a pair of deep and narrow eyes, like the enchanting pupils in the dark night, emitting ambiguous information.
Murong Xue's eyelids twitched violently, a bad premonition arose in her heart, her slender body quickly stepped back, not wanting, Ouyang Shaochen grabbed her waist, pulled her back, and her thin lips were printed heavily on her. On pink lips.
The moist touch came from the lips, and the faint scent of black bamboo permeated in the mouth. A trace of helplessness flashed in Murong Xuemei's eyes, and she pushed Ouyang Shaochen hard: "Well... I suddenly feel a little sleepy... let's rest... let's rest !"
Ouyang Shaochen was reluctant to leave her for an inch, his dark eyes were as deep as ink, and he stared at her deeply: "Are you really sleepy?"
"Really, really... Absolutely true." Murong Xue nodded heavily, and almost raised her hand to swear.
Ouyang Shaochen's eyes were deep: "But I see that your eyes are shining brightly, and you don't look tired or sleepy at all..."
Murong Xue's eyes flickered: "Well... I'm already sleepy, my eyes haven't shown it yet... As soon as my head touches the pillow, I can fall asleep."
Fearing that Ouyang Shaochen would not believe it, Murongxue yawned 'tiredly', stretched out her arms to hug Ouyang Shaochen's waist, buried her small face in his arms, closed her eyes tightly, and her long eyelashes trembled slightly .
Pretending to be calm, the corners of Ouyang Shaochen's mouth curled up gracefully, grabbing her shoulders, and pulling her outward.
"Sleepy, sleepy, stop making noise." Murong Xue murmured dissatisfiedly, holding Ouyang Shaochen tightly with both hands, her little face buried deeper in his arms, with a look of "I'm really sleepy, why are you pulling me?" They won't even open their eyes, and look like you're talking more.
A clear smile flashed across Ouyang Shaochen's eyes, he let go of her shoulders, pulled off the thin quilt that had slipped down, and covered the two of them again, knocked down the Ye Mingzhu in the wall groove with his fingers, hugged the person in his arms, and smiled Sleep: Since you are sleepy, rest.
The silver moonlight shines into the room from the window, and shines on the two people who are embracing each other. It is an indescribably good match, warm...
When Murong Xue woke up, it was Mao time (5:00 to 7:00 in the morning), the clouds cleared away, the mist subsided, and golden light shone through the lattice windows onto the big bed in the room.
Murong Xue washed and dressed slowly, and after eating, she and Ouyang Shaochen left the other courtyard, and boarded the carriage to the Sixth Prince's Mansion.
The sixth prince is the prince of the royal family, with a noble status, and was once the most beloved son of the late emperor. He also had a certain influence in the court. His birthday is well known to all civil and military officials in the capital.
From a distance, Murong Xue saw people coming and going in front of the Sixth Prince's Mansion, it was very lively, there was an endless stream of officials and family members who came to congratulate, all kinds of gifts piled up like a mountain, and the housekeeper of the Sixth Prince's Mansion stood at the door, welcoming the guests politely.
Emperor Xiao Dong is so afraid of the Sixth Prince, yet so many people come to the Sixth Prince's birthday banquet, it seems that the Sixth Prince is not easy...
"Look, look, the young master of the underground palace is here!" Someone shouted, and everyone looked at the road in unison.
Murong Xue also looked up and saw Xiao Feiyang wearing a small red brocade robe and sitting in a gorgeous sedan chair carried by four people, walking over with his head held high, his lips pursed slightly, his chin raised high, the corners of his eyes and brows were full of pride.
Seeing the housekeeper of the Sixth Prince's Mansion, the corner of his mouth raised a rascally arc: "Steward Yang, today is the sixth cousin's birthday, and Fei Yang is here, I wish him every year the present and every year..."
"Auspicious words from Young Master Xiao." Steward Yang's voice was neither salty nor weak, faint, revealing an imperceptible perfunctory.
Xiao Feiyang didn't mind, and directed the porters to stop the sedan chair in front of Steward Yang. He took a small mahogany box with a length, width, and height of 20 centimeters from the attendant, and handed it over: "This is A birthday present for my sixth cousin is not a respect."
"Thank you, Young Master Xiao!" Steward Yang said lightly, reaching out to take the small box, unexpectedly, the moment he touched the small box, Xiao Feiyang withdrew his hand, but Butler Yang didn't catch the small box, and the small box 'thumped' With a sound, it fell to the ground and broke into several pieces, revealing the gift inside.
The gift was a light gray hat, the kind often worn by scholars on the street, without any gold, silver or jade ornaments, and what was even more peculiar was that it was made of coarse cloth, which looked dusty and very It's shabby...
Steward Yang's complexion sank slightly, and he said in a neutral tone, "This is the birthday present from Young Master Xiao?"
"En!" Xiao Feiyang nodded, as if it was a matter of course.
"Young master Xiao's gift is really strange!" With the last two words, Butler Yang emphasized his voice, showing strong sarcasm.
Everyone looked at each other, looking at their noses, noses, noses, and hearts: the underground palace is surrounded by mountains of gold and silver, and the gift that the young master of the underground palace prepared for his cousin turned out to be a coarse cloth hat worth only a few copper coins. If such a hat is placed in front of them, they won't even look at it, and just kick it aside...
Xiao Feiyang disagreed with their words very much, and raised his voice: "As the saying goes, courtesy is light and affection is heavy. The gift I gave to my sixth cousin represents my heart. You can't criticize casually..."
Murong Xue curled her lips into a sneer, it depends on the time when the gift is light and the affection is important, if it is a birthday of a person from a poor family, just send a gift to represent her heart.
But the current situation is that when the sixth prince of Nanzhao Kingdom celebrates his birthday, the young master of the underground palace will give a gift. The heavier the gift, the more respect the underground palace has for the sixth prince. The lighter gift means that the underground palace will not release the sixth prince. In the eyes, they are mocking him, provoking him...
Butler Yang also understood Xiao Feiyang's meaning, looked at him lightly and said, "Then according to what Young Master Xiao meant, do you have a deep affection for the sixth prince?"
"Of course!" Xiao Feiyang nodded heavily: "The top hat is a sign of politeness. I gave this gift to the sixth cousin to tell him that I treat him politely and with respect..."
"Really? Young Master Xiao is really well-intentioned!" Steward Yang said in a low voice, without any emotion in his calm voice, but Xiao Feiyang could hear the sarcasm in his words, he didn't mind, and smiled Looking at Butler Yang, he said, "Butler Yang is serious..."
The current Xiao Bei is just a powerless and incompetent person, he is too lazy to deal with him, he is really bored in the underground palace, so he came to the Sixth Prince's Mansion to join in the fun, and gave Xiao Bei a coarse cloth hat, which is already very I can see Xiao Bei...
Xiao Feiyang thought arrogantly, and from the corner of his eye, he inadvertently saw Murong Xue standing not far away, and his bright eyes suddenly narrowed: "It's you!"
"It's me!" Murong Xue's voice was light.
"Are you also coming to the sixth cousin's birthday party?" Xiao Feiyang asked.