Chapter 349

"Second aunt, thank you very much." Murong Xue looks at Zhou with a smile. The bright smile in her cold eyes almost makes Zhou's old blood vomit. She has been busy for a whole day to decorate the house so beautiful. Unexpectedly, she didn't give her husband half a use, so they all suit Murong ye

A breeze blows, bringing a light coolness. Murong Xue yawns in boredom, and Shi Shilan walks forward. In the wind, she says goodbye coldly: "it's late. I come back to the snow Pavilion and have a rest. Help yourself!"

Murong Ye's eyes flashed, and he quickly followed him up: "sister, after you left the border, a lot of things happened. Let me tell you something about it..."

"Good." Murong Xue nodded, slowed down, and Murong ye walked and chatted.

Standing in the direction of Murong Jian, you can clearly see that both of them are smiling and chatting very opportunely. A string of silver bell like laughter is introduced into the ear, and Murong Jian's face is slightly dark

"The elders are still here. They are just talking and laughing. It's really out of order..." Zhou looked at the two people gradually away from the back, not angry complain.

"They have already known that we want to take the position of the Lord of the town. They regard us as enemies in their hearts, so they will not respect us any more..." Murong Jian suddenly opened his mouth and his eyes were dim.

Zhou slightly frowned: "Murong Ye has been promoted to be the pioneer of the third class, and his official position is higher than that of the master. It is not easy to snatch the position of marquis from him..."

"Don't worry. Murong Ye is just a young boy in infancy. He has no parents and no influence. Even if he becomes a pioneer, he can't make much waves. We don't need to pay attention to him for the time being. The most urgent thing is to teach song Tianwen, who hindered my way of promotion..."

Murong Jian said word by word, and a chill burst out in his sharp eyes: the once-in-a-lifetime promotion opportunity has been so disturbed by song Tianwen that he will never let song Tianwen pass away easily

"Master, can you think of a way to teach song Tianwen a lesson?" Zhou looked up at Murong Jian, his dark pupils shining with light.

"Already thought of it." Murong Jian nodded, and his mouth curved with a shallow smile. It was indescribable and weird

In the lake, Murong Xue felt that someone was calling her: "Xueer Xueer... "

Murong Xue's mind is muddled, eyes are sleepy and can't open at all, Murong Xue murmurs: "don't quarrel How sleepy... " Turning over, away from the sound, she closed her eyes and continued to dream of Duke Zhou

"Pa!" A cotton handkerchief suddenly touched her forehead, and the cold water seeped into her skin, which made her shiver. Her sleepiness disappeared in an instant. She suddenly opened her eyes and sat up.

Looking at Ouyang Shaochen's handsome beauty Yan, her cool eyes lit up with fury: "Ouyang Shaochen, what are you doing?"

"Wake you up. Look at the time. You're still sleeping!" Ouyang Shaochen said carelessly, took the wet cotton handkerchief in her hand and threw it into the water basin not far away.

Murong Xue looked out of the window and saw the golden sun rising higher and higher. He saw that he was about to rise to the center

It's almost noon. She has been sleeping for a long time. However, Murong Ye has been sitting here last night, telling her some interesting stories about the border. She didn't leave until the ugly hour (1:00-3:00 a.m.)

Murong snow rubbed his eyes and half held the quilt and looked at Ouyang Shaochen: "what do you want me to do?"

Her dark hair is slightly disordered, her light pink belly bag looms under the thin quilt, her clavicle is exquisite, her white skin is as delicate as porcelain, and it is shining with moist luster in the light golden sun

Ouyang Shaochen's eyes flashed unnaturally. He took a long snow blue dress and put it on Murong Xue's body: "it's no big deal. Come and see what you've done again."

Murong snow bright small face instantly black down, she in his heart, is a love to make trouble? After grasping the soft pillow after getting up, he threw it at Ouyang Shaochen: "you just love to make trouble..."

Ouyang Shaochen stretched out his hand to catch the soft pillow and glanced at her carelessly: "didn't you make trouble? What did you do yesterday

Murong Xue choked, and her eyes flashed unnaturally: "it was song Qingyan's shameless calculation that I would let her eat the fruit by herself. If I was less alert at that time and didn't find the abnormality in the bowl of wonton stew, now it's me who is poisoned and disfigured..."

Looking at her angry little face, Ouyang Shaochen's eyes were deep: "you have just returned to Beijing for two days, so many things have happened. You are surrounded by danger, and the relatives in the Marquis's house are all evil. Have you ever thought about And move to Xiaoyao palace again He is beside her, and the secret guards of Xiaoyao palace always protect her. She will be much safer.

"No, I'll be careful. Although I'm alone now, it's not so easy for them to calculate me." Murong Xue said with a smile that Ouyang Shaochen was a miser and refused to give her a separate guest house. When she entered the Xiaoyao palace, she wanted to share a room with him. How could she live alone in a falling snow pavilion

Ouyang Shaochen's ink eyebrows frown. He looks at Murong Xue and doesn't speak. His dark pupil is like a poolMurong Xue was looked at by him, his back was a little chilly, wrapped up his long skirt, and gave an unnatural smile: "that It's getting late. I heard that linjianglou has launched several new cakes, which taste good. Let's try them? "

Ancient pastries are all made of pure natural petals, melons and fruits. They are delicious, sweet but not greasy, and highly nutritious. They are the most delicious cakes in our leisure time

"Good!" Ouyang Shaochen nodded and took back his eyes.

Murong Xue breathed a sigh of relief, put on the skirt as quickly as possible, turned over and got out of bed, went to the screen to wash

Linjiang restaurant is a famous restaurant in the capital city. Guests come and go in an endless stream. Murong Xue sits in the plum box, slowly tasting the restaurant's famous dishes. The high-level talks in the hall come in through the slightly opened elegant door.

"I really envy those aristocratic families who can inherit the title of nobility. They are officials of the imperial court from generation to generation. They are rich and glorious."

"There's nothing to envy. You can have hereditary titles as long as you want. However, the premise is that you have to go into the military camp and work hard to make contributions. Every hereditary title in the capital is created by the ancestors. The greater the contribution, the greater the emperor will reward you."

"What happens if you get seriously injured in the battlefield and become disabled?"

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