Chapter 392

However, 18-year-old birthday is a meaningful birthday, Ouyang Shaochen how to also want to pass it.

Murong snow looked up to Ouyang Shaochen and was about to speak. A low voice called out first: "xue'er!"

Murong Xue followed his reputation and saw the night Yichen come slowly. He stood in the back light, and his body was more slender and straight. His purple robe fluttered with his walking, which made his handsome and beautiful face calm.

Murong snow bright small face slightly sink down, frown a way: "what do you come to do?"

Night Yichen's eyes fell on the hands of Ouyang Shaochen and murongxue. A sharp cold light flashed through his sharp pupil, and disappeared in a moment. He whispered, "tomorrow is my birthday..."

Murong Xue was stunned. Yes, in the memory of the original owner, tomorrow is the birthday of yeyichen. She has forgotten it. However, Ouyang Shaochen's 18th birthday is also tomorrow. They were born in the same year, month and day. What a coincidence

"Then I would like to congratulate Prince Jing on his happy birthday and everything goes well." Murong Xueman said without heart, Qingling's voice was perfunctory.

Ye Yichen's eyes darkened and raised her eyes to Murong Xue: "tomorrow, can you come to Jingwang's house to attend my birthday banquet?"

Ouyang Shaochen's handsome face was momentarily gloomy, his eyelids drooped slightly, and he did not speak. Ruyu's hand tightly grasped Murong Xue's catkin.

Murong Xue said with a smile: "the birthday banquet of Prince Jing must be full of high officials and friends. As an orphan girl with no power and no power, I will not join in the fun..."

"I didn't invite guests." Night Yichen suddenly opened her mouth and interrupted her words. She looked at her and said, "in addition to me, there are only father and mother in Prince Jing's mansion. Can you come?"

Murong Xue is stunned: ye Yichen has been fighting in the border for three years, and he certainly hasn't spent much time on his birthday. He made great achievements and came back victoriously. Shouldn't he hold a birthday banquet? What are you doing so quietly?

There is an old princess Jing who dislikes her in Prince Jing's mansion, an unfathomable old prince Jing, and this one in front of her. At first, she hated her, but now it seems that she is It's inexplicable to please her at night. It's better for her to stay away from the palace.

"Thank you very much for your love. However, I have something to do tomorrow, so I don't have time to go to Prince Jing's house..."

"Don't refuse in a hurry. You can think about it. Maybe you will change your mind after dawn tomorrow..." Night Yichen deep voice interrupted her words, light looking at her, dark pupil flashing other people do not understand the look.

Murong Xue disdains to curl her lips. She doesn't want to have anything to do with the people of Prince Jing's residence. Even if the sky above the Duke's mansion collapses, she won't go to the palace

"It's late. I'll take you back to your room!" Ouyang Shaochen light mouth, Qingyue voice, such as string light dial, beautiful and beautiful.

Murong Xue glanced at the gate of the Marquis of Zhenguo and nodded gently: "good!"

Ye Yichen stood at the gate of the Duke of Zhenguo and looked at Ouyang Shaochen. Murong Xue went straight past her and walked into the Duke's house hand in hand. The handsome man and the beautiful woman were bathed in the pale golden sunlight. They moved forward slowly. Looking from afar, they were like a pair of matched gods and fairies. They deeply hurt Ye Yichen's eyes: "Ouyang Shaochen, men and women do not give and receive, you send snow I'm afraid it's not appropriate to go back to your room. "

"Is it? But I don't think there's anything wrong with it! " Ouyang Shaochen casually returned to him, extended his long arm, gently held Murong Snow's shoulder, and held her slowly forward.

Murong Xue's petite body was almost all taken into Ouyang Shaochen's arms, with a faint smell of black bamboo lingering around her body. Murong Xue's face was light, as if she had been used to all these things for a long time, and there was no place for her to adapt

Night Yichen's face is iron green, and his sharp eyes are like sharp arrows. He shoots at Ouyang Shaochen's hand lightly on Murong Xue's shoulder.

Ouyang Shaochen turns a blind eye to it, and gently holds Murong Xue's gentle progress.

Ye Yichen's hand under his sleeve is tightly clenched. His deep internal power quickly condenses in his palm. After a moment, it disappears. Murong Xue is facing Ouyang Shaochen. Even if he wins, she will not look at him differently

Ye Yichen looks up to Murong Xue. She is talking to Ouyang Shaochen. Her mouth bends with a smile. The burning light in the dark pupil makes Ye Yichen's heart tremble: once, only he can be seen in this pair of eyes. Now, in her eyes, in her heart, can there be his position

Murong snow stepped into the falling snow Pavilion, gently pulled down Ouyang Shaochen's hand on her shoulder, and looked at him faintly: "son of a son, it's not too late, I won't leave you for dinner."

Ouyang Shaochen gave a faint hum, pondered for a moment, looked up to Murong snow: "tomorrow, you come to the carefree palace, help me celebrate my birthday!"

Murong snow blinked his eyes and nodded gently: "good."

Qingling voice into the ear, Ouyang Shaochen Mou bottom light flash: "you really will come?"

"Of course." Murong Xue nodded. Ouyang Shaochen didn't like to hold a birthday banquet. As a friend, she should go to Xiaoyao palace to celebrate for him.

"Then I'll wait for you." Ouyang Shaochen every word a meal, the dark pupil in the flash other people can not understand the look."Well!" Murong snow nodded and looked up at Ouyang Shaochen: "do you need me to bring something?"

Looking at her twinkling eyes, Ouyang Shaochen's eyes flashed a clear smile and gently shook his head: "no, there is everything in Xiaoyao palace. Just come here!"

The sun is gradually slanting to the West. Ouyang Shaochen is slender and tall, and flies across the sky. He leaves the falling snow Pavilion. His snow colored clothes are flying, just like clouds floating in the sky.

Looking at his elegant and natural posture, Murong Xue gently raised her eyebrows: she went to the Xiaoyao palace to celebrate Ouyang Shaochen's annual birthday. Even if Ouyang Shaochen said she didn't need to bring anything, she couldn't go there empty handed. At least she had to bring some gifts. What would be better?

Suddenly a flash of light flashed in his mind. Murong Xue's eyes lit up and he sent this gift.

The next day, the sun was shining. After eating early, Murong Xue slowly walked out of the Marquis's house with a delicate wooden box. The wooden box was round, not too small. It contained a small gift she had prepared for Ouyang Shaochen. Ouyang Shaochen should like it.

Outside the residence of the Marquis of Zhenguo, there is a luxury carriage with the mark of the Marquis of Zhenguo hanging on it. Murong Xue is preparing to put the wooden box into the carriage. A familiar voice comes over: "Murong girl!"

Murong Xue frowned in displeasure. Looking sideways, he saw a graceful figure. With the help of a servant girl, he came to me

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