"I don't know any martial arts. It's just that I saw a lot of guards sparring and learned a few tricks!" Murong Xue said casually, her eyes flickered unnaturally.
If such an unbelievable thing like rebirth in another world hadn't happened to her, she would never believe it, let alone Murong Ye, who is only fourteen years old. If she told the truth, maybe Murong Ye would think she was bewitched. It is better to hide this secret.
"It's really just like that?" Murong Ye frowned slightly, obviously not believing her words.
"Of course, what did I lie to you for?" Seeing that Murong Ye was about to continue asking, Murong Xue hurriedly said: "It's getting late, I'll take the Tibetan Mastiff to take a bath first, it's all dirty now, it must be very uncomfortable. "
When Murong Ye heard the word Tibetan mastiff, he cast doubts in his mind and looked at the Tibetan mastiff with twinkling eyes: "Sister, you are not in good health, so don't worry about it any more, leave it to me to do the rough work of bathing it. "
Murong Xue smiled: "I asked the maids to help clean it, and I didn't do it myself, so I wouldn't bother."
Murong Ye shook his head in disapproval: "The fur of the Tibetan mastiff is so dirty that you can't see its original color. There must be a lot of mud on your body. The maids in your yard are all thin arms and legs. They don't have much strength. It may not be able to wash out its true colors, so give me the Tibetan mastiff, and I will ask the boys to clean it and send it to you."
My sister treasured the Tibetan mastiff very much, and refused to sell it, so he established a good relationship with the Tibetan mastiff. When my sister was not paying attention, I quietly took it out a few times, and it would save me a lot of face.
"Okay then!" Murong Xue nodded 'reluctantly', and 'reluctantly' handed the Tibetan mastiff to Murong Ye, and said carefully: "Its hair is already knotted, let the boys clean it Be careful not to hurt it..."
"I know, I know!" Murong Ye nodded repeatedly, and walked briskly forward leading the Tibetan mastiff: Tibetan mastiff is a rare and powerful dog, and he is also his future little god of wealth, so he will naturally order his servants to take care of him carefully.
After walking a few steps, he suddenly stopped, turned to look at Murong Xue, and said nervously under her puzzled eyes: "Sister, I didn't ask what you mean, so I decided to take the relationship between you and Ye Yichen. You won't blame me for the divorce, will you?"
In the past year, he spent less and less time at home, and the number of times he saw his younger sister was even less, but he knew clearly that his younger sister liked Ye Yichen very much.
"Of course not." Murong Xue smiled lightly, and said disapprovingly, "When Ye Yichen demoted me to be a side concubine at the dust-cleaning banquet, I proposed to withdraw the engagement. Come to Beijing to discuss divorce matters... "
"Really?" Murong Ye's eyes lit up, "You don't like Ye Yichen anymore?"
Murong Xue snorted disdainfully: "Such a scumbag is not worthy of my liking."
"That's right!" Murong Ye nodded in agreement: "Ye Yichen doesn't have you in his heart, and he can't see you in his eyes. He is not your good match. You took the initiative to divorce him and broke up with him completely. Couldn't be more correct!"
"Wow, woof, woof!" The little Tibetan Mastiff couldn't help barking a few times when he saw that the two of them were talking like no one else was there.
Murong Ye looked at it, and said in a happy mood: "I'm in a hurry, let's go, my master will take you to take a bath!"
Watching Murong Ye disappear around the corner, Murong Xue walked slowly along the Qingshi Road, and from a distance, heard a burst of laughter like silver bells, she raised her eyebrows, and walked towards the main courtyard following the sound.
Stepping into the gate of the courtyard, I saw a group of maidservants and nurses standing in front of the west wing, each holding a delicate sandalwood box, in which were placed sapphire hairpins, ruby earrings, jasper bracelets, etc. Beautiful jewelry, each piece is worth a lot!
A girl in a pink skirt floats around among the exquisite jewelry like a butterfly, wearing this and that, her smile is brighter than flowers.
The corner of Murong Xue's mouth curled into a slight mockery, and she walked over slowly: "What are you doing?"
The cold voice came to the ears, the maids and mothers turned around and saluted casually: "Miss!"
The woman in pink, Song Qingyan, glanced at her indifferently, and said indifferently: "My cousin is back, and my grandmother saw that I was dressed plainly, so she was going to reward me with some jewelry, and let me choose it myself."
The grandmother she was talking about was not Murong Xue's biological grandmother, but her step-grandmother, two brothers and sisters, Murong Jian and Murong Rou, were born of Murong Yue, the former Marquis of Zhen Guo, who was born to his wife.
Song Qingyan is the eldest daughter of the Marquis of Wu'an's Mansion, and the only daughter of Murong Rou. She is deeply loved by the old lady of the Marquis of Zhenguo's Mansion. Every time she comes to the Marquis of Zhenguo's Mansion, she wears very plain clothes, and when she returns, she is dressed up and dressed all over her body. fine jewelry.
Murong Xue sneered in her heart, and said leisurely: "Grandma gave you something, you should go to grandma's storeroom to pick it out, why come here to get my mother's dowry?"
Song Qingyan paused when she put on the earrings, and her brows were tightly frowned. She used to come to the Hou Mansion to get jewelry here, and she didn't see Murong Xueduo say anything, but she questioned her mercilessly today, why is she crazy? He: "Your mother is my aunt, give me some jewelry, it's not too much."
"My mother said it to you personally, that's called giving, you came here to get jewelry without my mother's consent, it's called stealing, it's called robbery."
In the last few words, Murong Xue accentuated her tone, the merciless mocking Song Qingyan blushed, and glared at her bitterly: "Your mother has been dead for ten years, how can I talk to her again, Murong Xue, enough is enough, don't go too far?"
Murong Xue's complexion darkened, and she said in a cold voice: "My mother's dowry was stolen for no reason, it's too much for me to ask, but wouldn't it be too much for you, a daughter of a famous family, to steal other people's jewelry privately?"
"I didn't steal anything." Song Qingyan said angrily, "I took the key, opened the lock, and took out the jewelry openly."
The corner of Murong Xue's mouth curled into an almost invisible arc, and what she was waiting for was this sentence: "Who is in charge of the keys to the warehouse?"
"It's an old slave!" A nanny in her thirties stood up. Her hair was combed meticulously, her face was fair, and her eyes were gloomy. She was clearly a shrewd person.
"Come on, drag her down, beat her up a hundred times, and sell her!" Murong Xue ordered sharply.
The mother was shocked, and shouted in surprise: "Miss, what did this slave do wrong?" Murong Xue has a gentle temper, never loses his temper with his servants, why is he so cruel today, wanting to beat her up and sell her.
"My mother gave you the key to keep the things in the warehouse. She didn't give the warehouse to you. It is a slave to cheat the master to open the warehouse without the owner's permission. Shouldn't you sell it?"
The original owner was kind-hearted, which caused some servants who were stalking in power to forget who the real owner of this warehouse was. She didn't mind helping them remember it.
Song Qingyan's small face turned pale in an instant, because Nanny opened a warehouse for her, that's why Murong Xue beat her up and sold her. Murong Xue seemed to be teaching Nanny a lesson, but in fact he was slapping her hard in the face.
Killing chickens to make an example of monkeys, accusing Sang and scolding Huai, she has suffered a secret loss, and she can't find a reason to refute. Murong Xue's methods are really clever and annoying.
Mammy looked around begging for help, but saw the maidservants, all the mammies lowered their heads, not even daring to breathe, for fear of offending Murong Xue.
No one dared to help her, she could only save herself, the nanny gritted her teeth, and said loudly: "My lady, the old slave opened the storeroom under the order of the old lady..."