Chapter 612

Murong snow bright small face instant black down, force push Ouyang Shaochen: "don't make trouble, I'm thinking about things."

"If you miss you, don't pay attention to me!" Ouyang Shaochen said lightly, thin lips caressing Murong snow fragrant soft lips.

Murong snow looks gloomy. She wants to ignore Ouyang Shaochen, but they are like this now. She should be able to ignore them.

"Ouyang Shaochen!" Murongxue grabs Ouyang Shaochen's arm and tries to push him away. But he tightly encircles her waist, and the tip of his tongue gently penetrates into her sandalwood mouth, absorbing her unique sweetness

The light ink bamboo fragrance diffuses in the mouth, Murong Xue blinks helplessly, slowly reaches out his hand to embrace Ouyang Shaochen's lean waist, warmly responds to him!

The temperature in the carriage is gradually rising

Breeze blowing, lift a corner of the car curtain, see night Yichen is standing not far away, cold looking at two people.

Ouyang Shaochen's eyes flashed across a cold, finger flick, a internal force flew out, through the car curtain angle, it heavily fixed on the car wall, covered the window, isolated the line of sight inside and outside.

Ouyang Shaochen hugged Murong Xue, and the faint smell of dark bamboo swept through every part of her lips, warm as fire, tender and eroding bone.

If there is no ink bamboo fragrance around Murong Xue, it is like a huge net, thin and dense, without leaving a trace of gap, which makes her head dizzy, almost suffocating, and gradually paralyzed in Ouyang Shaochen's arms, the shallow gasping turns into a rapid gasp.

Looking at her rosy face, Ouyang Shaochen's Obsidian pupil flashed a clear smile. She was reluctant to leave her inch, and held her tightly in his arms.

Murong Xue, with her head resting on Ouyang Shaochen's chest, breathed deeply. Her misty thoughts gradually woke up, and her smoky beautiful eyes also slowly recovered to Qingming: "that Can the wedding be postponed for a while? "

"Why?" Ouyang Shaochen does not understand to look at her.

"There are only my brother and I. If I get married, my brother will be the only one in the house. He must be very lonely. I want to spend more time with him." Murong Snow's eyes flashed unnaturally and said a reason casually.

Ouyang Shaochen didn't think so: "the Xiaoyao palace is not too far away from the Marquis house of the town. You can go back to see your brother at any time, or let him move to the Xiaoyao palace. There are not many masters in the mansion. He moved there, and it was more lively..."

Murong Xue is speechless. She says that accompanying Murong Ye is to delay the time of marriage. Ouyang Shaochen solves this problem in a few words. She can't use this excuse to postpone the time of marriage

Married at the age of 15, she is really not used to

Murong Xue frowned sullenly and turned over in Ouyang Shaochen's arms. She kicked her toe to the small table beside her. A stack of exquisite "Hula La" posters fell to the ground. It was a piece of bright red, which was very beautiful.

Murong snow does not understand frown: "what do you put so many invitation notes in the carriage?"

"For you." Ouyang Shaochen says softly.

"Give it to me?" Murong snow pick eyebrows, picked up an invitation to turn over, only see a blank in the invitation: "why send me so many invitation?"

"Aren't you about to reach the hairpin? I need to invite people to attend your hairpin ceremony. I asked the people in the Xiaoyao palace to make them out of my mind. " Ouyang Shaochen's voice is as soft as a breeze.

Murong Xue was stunned and suddenly remembered that in more than a month, she would go to the hairpin, and the ancient women and the hairpin would mean that adults would hold a very grand ceremony to collect the hairpin, and invite famous ladies and noble women to watch the ceremony

"Cher, do you want to invite some people?" Ouyang Shaochen asks softly.

Murong snow nodded: "almost!"

The Duke's house of Zhenguo is also a well-known aristocrat in the capital city. There are many families that have made friends with it. The noble women in those families, Qianjin, will be invited to participate in her hairpin ceremony. As for the specific list, let Huibo draw up the detailed list.

"Have you ever thought about writing the invitation yourself?" Ouyang Shaochen asks softly.

Qingyan's famous women are basically talented people. Writing invitation cards in person and hairpin ceremony can show the importance and respect for the people invited. Many women in Qingyan will write invitation cards in person.

"Well, I'll try to write and post the hairpin, please." Murong snow gently said, picked up the brush holder on the Langhao pen, casually thought of a name, a stroke of a write blank please paste.

Looking at the elegant handwriting on the invitation, Ouyang Shaochen made a rude comment: "the words are delicate and powerless, just like a soft willow, floating around..."

Murong Xue is bright and her small face turns black. She has worked hard to learn calligraphy in modern times. The original owner has practiced calligraphy for several years. The handwriting is very good. When she comes to Ouyang Shaochen, she is so cruel

"There is something wrong with the posture of holding the pen. The words you write are not satisfactory. You should hold the pen like this..." Ouyang Shaochen gently said, slender as jade's hand, gently held Murong Snow's hand, the white hand all wrapped, with her in the invitation to sprinkle one after another elegant font, see people's health praise.

"It looks so much better." Ouyang Shaochen sits behind Murong Xue, holding her in his arms. His handsome side face is close to her beautiful face. His clear and shallow teaching is just like the ambiguous whisper in the human world.Murong Xue glared at him angrily: the words on the post were written by him. Of course, they are good-looking

Night Yichen stands on the roof and looks at the curtain of the carriage of the king's house. Once again, the wind blows up, and a sweet and warm scene comes out. The handsome men and the beautiful women cling tightly together. They are indescribable!

Night Yichen face iron blue, under the sleeve of the hand tightly clenched up, looking at the ambiguous picture, eyes stabbing pain.

"Yichen!" Old prince Jing came over and glanced at the carriage. Ouyang Shaochen and Murong Xue sighed softly: "it seems that you have no chance."

Ye Yichen's face was gloomy: "they haven't got married yet. How can they say I don't have a chance?"

Old prince Jing sighed: "Ouyang Shaochen and Murong Xue are in love. As long as they meet, they will never see a third person in their eyes. How can you still have a chance?"

Ye Yichen disagrees: "it's just a temporary love affair, it doesn't mean anything. As long as they don't get married one day, I have hope."

Old prince Jing raised eyebrows and looked at night Yichen: "do you really think so?"

"Of course." Night Yichen nodded, a faint light flashed in his sharp pupil.

Old prince Jing sighed again: "why be so persistent? What Xueer likes is not you..."

"I want to fight hard. I don't want to have regrets like my father." Night Yichen word by word, the bottom of the eyes flashing never had a dignified color.

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