Chapter 597

"Yes Song Qingyan nodded and gnashed her teeth in her heart. She was not the rival of murongxue for the time being. She could only hide from murongxue. However, "murongxue will soon marry the son of Ouyang. When she enters the Xiaoyao palace and becomes a princess, she will often live in the inner house and can't walk outside at will." At that time, I don't have to worry about avoiding her

"What are you talking about? Does Murong snow marry Ouyang Shaochen The man's sharp eyes narrowed fiercely.

"Yes Song Qingyan didn't understand how the man reacted so much, so she nodded.

"Who are you listening to?" The man asked coldly.

"The servants of Xiaoyao palace, they also said that the king of Xiaoyao and Princess Xiaoyao are secretly preparing for the marriage of Ouyang Shaochen and murongxue. As soon as the time comes, they will go to the Marquis's house to hire them..." Song Qingyan reports according to the facts, with a strong jealousy shining at the bottom of her eyes: murongxue is a woman who has been retired from marriage. Should she not be neglected and die of old age in her boudoir? How did you like it? Let Xiaoyao king, Xiaoyao princess also agree to marry into Xiaoyao palace

The man's sharp eyes narrowed slightly, and the bottom of his eyes flashed a touch of profound meaning: Ouyang Shaochen, is murongxue ready to get married

The round table in the courtyard of Zhaoning hall is full of jars of juice under the bright sunshine and warm sunshine. The golden juice is full of fragrance and makes people salivate.

Ouyang Shaochen came forward and sealed the jar one by one. He looked up and looked at Murong Xue: "it's hard for you."

"You're welcome. Just give me half of the juice." Murong snow gently rubbed his sour wrist, and his eyebrows and eyes were curved, just like a cunning fox. Ouyang Shaochen's eyes flashed a clear smile: "good!"

Breeze blowing, a slight noise came over, Murong snow puckered: "what's the matter?"

Ouyang Shaochen glanced at the courtyard: "nothing, it's the craftsman who transplanted Qionghua with Qionghua saplings."

Transplanting Qionghua?

Murong Xue blinked his eyes: "the scenery of the palace is very beautiful. Every flower and plant is just right. Why do you plant Qionghua trees specially?"

"Don't you like Qionghua? Let the craftsmen plant the Qionghua forest in the palace. We can have tea and rest under the Qionghua tree in our spare time. " Ouyang Shaochen looks at Murong snow, and dotes on him in his dark pupil.

As soon as Murong Xue's eyes brightened, he saw a lush forest of flowers flying all over the sky, beautiful as a fairyland: it's really comfortable to have a rest and tea in this kind of Qionghua forest

"Prince, the study has been arranged according to your requirements, and half of it is empty." Xunfeng came forward and reported in a deep voice.

Ouyang Shaochen nodded and said faintly: "the half that is empty, arrange carefully according to xue'er's preference."

"Yes Xunfeng took his orders and left.

Murong snow does not understand to look at Ouyang Shaochen: "why arrange according to my preference?"

Ouyang Shaochen corners of the mouth slightly curved: "my study, cent you half."

The study is an important place, Ouyang Shaochen's study is the most important. In addition to Xunfeng, Wuji, the two people who clean the study regularly, no one else has ever gone in. Ouyang Shaochen gives half of the study to her, which is to take a fancy to her and trust her.

Murong snow heart floating on a sweet silk feeling, smile Ying Ying Ying looking at Ouyang Shaochen: "thank you very much!"

"Don't mention it. After that, you will be responsible for the arrangement and cleaning of the study." Ouyang Shaochen cast a glance at her, the corner of the mouth curved up a few invisible graceful radians.

Murong Xue's bright little face turned black in an instant. She knew that Ouyang Shaochen, the Black God in the stomach, did not make a loss sale. She gave her half of the study and took care of the cleaning and sorting of the study by the way

"My son, the shopkeeper of Yixiang Pavilion is here." With no trace of the report, a woman in her thirties, with more than ten servant girls, came over with a smile.

The servant girls each carry a tray in their hands, and there are pieces of red cloth in the tray, standing in front of Murong Xue.

"What is this for?" Murong snow puzzled at Ouyang Shaochen.

"You choose a piece of cloth and let xiuniang of Yixiang Pavilion make you a wedding dress." Ouyang Shaochen says softly.

Murong snow has no words to look up to the sky. Isn't it something that her parents are worried about? How does Ouyang Shaochen, the future husband, worry about it? And: "I still have a month or two before hairpin, the wedding date will be arranged further. Is it too early to start making wedding dress now?"

"A woman's wedding dress should be carefully cut and embroidered. At least it will take more than a month to embroider it. You are the son of a royal concubine. You should be more careful about the wedding dress. It's too late to prepare now." Ouyang Shaochen every word a meal, the bottom of Mou is flashing rare dignified.

Murong Xue's eyes flashed unnaturally. She planned to remarry in a year or two. Now it's too early to do the wedding dress: "we're not sure about our marriage, so we'll make the wedding dress in a hurry. It's not good. We'd better postpone it for a few days..."

Ouyang Shaochen pondered for a moment and nodded with approval: "this is also true. I will send a letter to my father and my wife immediately, and I will go to the Duke's house to propose marriage tomorrow."

Murong Xue was surprised and stopped in a hurry: "don't don't, don't, don't The capital city and Taiyuan are hundreds of miles apart. It takes a long time to go there. The princes and the princesses have not finished their shopping. If they are asked to come back now, they will interrupt their shopping. Afterwards, they have to go to Taiyuan again. What a trouble... "Wang Xiaoyao, the princess originally planned to propose marriage to the Duke's house of Zhenguo a few days before her and Ji, and to be employed after her and Ji, to discuss the date of marriage. If we call them back now and propose marriage to the Marquis of Zhenguo, it is estimated that she will be employed in a few days, and she and Ji will be married

She didn't want to make a wedding dress. She wanted to postpone the marriage for a few days, but she didn't want to advance

Ouyang Shaochen didn't think so: "father, mother and concubine went to Taiyuan to buy Phoebe. Now the Phoebe is on its way. They stay in Taiyuan, but they want to play more..."

Murong Xue's unnatural smile: "then let them play, don't disturb them..."

"It's a small matter to play, and it's not too late for them to have fun once we've settled our marriage." Ouyang Shaochen said faintly that he was about to write a letter about flying pigeons. Murong Xue stopped him in a hurry: "if the marriage is not urgent, don't disturb the prince, the princess. Let's have a look at the cloth and make the wedding dress customized..."

Ouyang Shaochen shook his head in disapproval: "if the marriage is not settled, it will be customized. If the name is not right, it will not be smooth..."

"Let's make it to order quietly, so as not to let others know!" Murong Snow said in a hurry, for fear that Ouyang Shaochen would retort again, and drag Ouyang Shaochen to the cloth: "which cloth do you think is suitable for me?"

Looking at her bitter little face, Ouyang Shaochen's eye bottom flashed an imperceptible smile: finally agreed to custom-made wedding dress!

His deep eyes swept over a piece of cloth and landed on the tray in front of him: "how about this brocade?"

The brocade is placed in the first tray. The silk cloth is bright and elegant in the sun. It is a noble wife who deserves it. Murong Xue looks at it, but he doesn't like it. He shakes his head slightly.

"What about Shu brocade?" Ouyang Shaochen looks at another tray.

Shu Brocade is also red, silky and smooth. Suddenly, it looks more beautiful than cloud brocade, but Murong Xue still doesn't like it much and shakes his head again.

"What about Su embroidery brocade?" Ouyang Shaochen glanced at the cloth not far away. The cloth was placed in the tray. The red color seemed to flow with a thread of gold thread. Under the sun's irradiation, it was brilliant and beautiful.

Critical, such as Murong snow, also see full eye exclamation, devilish way: "on Su embroidery brocade."

"Miss Murong has a good taste. Su embroidery brocade is the most beautiful among all the fabrics, and it is also the most beautiful for wedding dress..." The woman's smiling praise.

"Flattery, it's the cloth of Yi Xiang pavilion that is good..." Murong snow smile, suddenly feel two sharp line of sight shot over.

She looked up suddenly and saw a young man in a light purple robe standing on the treetop not far away, looking down at them.

Murong Xue frowned slightly and looked at the man coldly and said, "it turns out to be Lord Jing. I don't know when he has the habit of peeping?"

The so large and carefree palace was quiet for a moment. The shopkeepers and servants of Yixiang Pavilion looked at each other, their eyes and noses and their hearts.

Ouyang Shaochen looks light, as if already knew the night Yichen is there.

Ye Yichen didn't answer Murong Xue's words, and looked directly at Ouyang Shaochen: "I heard that the son of Ouyang is going to marry?"

"Well!" Ouyang Shaochen nodded.

"Congratulations to the son of Ouyang Night Yichen light said.

Thank you very much Ouyang Shaochen's voice was faint, which was obviously perfunctory.

Night Yichen doesn't mind, looking at Ouyang Shaochen: "I don't know the king of carefree, does the princess Xiaoyao know the cold poison in Xueer's body?"

Ouyang Shaochen deep eyes fierce squint up: "what do you mean?"

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