C1350

Jiangnan, spring in March, red and willow green, a school full of vitality.

Under a big tree, a young girl in a yellow dress looked up at the dense crown of the tree, and her apricot eyes glared, "you dead child, come down quickly!"

There was no answer from the tree, but the branches and leaves trembled, and it was obvious that there was someone on it.

"Don't come down, do you?" The girl said and rolled her sleeve. "Dead child, when I come up, you will know how powerful it is."

As soon as her hand touched the tree pole, she heard a panicked voice from above, "sister Qingyang, don't you come down, can't I come down?"

Murong Qingyang snorted from his nose, didn't speak, and stepped back two steps.

Soon, the man on the tree came down. He was a half year old child named Cai Yang, with a small name of Yangzi. He was about twelve or thirteen years old. He had a round face, a little black, and he was very strong. But in front of Mo Rong Qingyang, he was as timid as a little mouse. He glanced at her timidly, took something from his arms and handed it to her, "here, here you are."

In the palm of his hand lies a stone with beautiful patterns, which Xi Jiao picked up by the river. He likes it and snatches it. He is the little overlord of the street, but when Mo Rong Qingyang appears, his hegemony is gone.

Murong Qingyang didn't answer. He grabbed his ear and said, "go back to Xiaojiao and apologize to her!"

Yang Tsai was pulled by her, bared his teeth and begged for mercy, "pain, pain, Qingyang elder sister let go, it's so painful..."

Murong Qingyang pushed him forward, released his hand, "go faster."

Yang Zi rubbed his ears, oh, he quickened his pace and explained with a purr, "I'll just play with it, but I didn't say I won't give it back to her."

Murong Qingyang sneered, "I don't look for you today, you probably won't remember."

Yang tsan's eyes turned and flattered her, "sister Qingyang, I haven't seen you for a few days. You're good at it. You almost didn't pull my ear off."

Murong Qingyang complacent smile, "that is, elder sister's Kung Fu is not white practice.". Two days ago, my father taught me another move. It's very powerful. I'll practice with you when I have a chance... "

Yang Zi's mouth began to smoke, and his steps became faster and faster. "Go faster, Xiaojiao must be crying red."

Murong Qingyang still wants to talk to him about practicing martial arts. Seeing that he has gone to the front, he has to stop and keep up.

At Xijiao's house, she was crying. Yang Zi was a little angry and threw the stone on the table. "Here you are. The girl likes to cry. Don't bother..."

Before he finished, Murong Qingyang slapped him on the back of the head, "how do you talk? Do it again

Yang Zi was beaten. He didn't dare to make a mistake. He picked up the stone and put it on the table gently. His voice was soft. "Xiaojiao, don't cry. I'll give it back to you."

Murong Qingyang, "apologize."

Yang looked at her and said, "I apologize."

Murong Qingyang, "apologize to whom."

Yang Zi bows to Xi Jiao, "I apologize."

Xi Jiao stops crying, sniffs and wipes her tears. She gives Yang Zi a white look, takes the stone and looks at it carefully. It's intact. Then she hums, "if it wasn't for Qingyang elder sister, you wouldn't give it back to me." Then he looked up and said to Murong Qingyang, "thank you, sister Qingyang."

"You're welcome. If you call me sister, I'll take care of it. What's that, "Murong Qingyang looked around," the second aunt is not here? "

"My mother has gone to my aunt's house. What's the matter with my sister?"

"It's OK," Murong Qingyang said with a smile. "It's the pickled radish that my second aunt sent last time. My mother said it was delicious and asked how to make it."

Delicate eyes a bright, "lady like to eat ah, that's great, you wait."

She ran to the kitchen and took a bowl full of pickled radishes from the big jar to Murong Qingyang. "My sister took it back to my wife. If it's not enough, my mother will be very happy if she knows that my wife likes it."

Murong Qingyang is also not polite, took the bowl with a smile, "thank you very much."

Delicate way, "compare to madam and master's favor to our family, this can calculate nothing."

Murong Qingyang leaves with a bowl. Yang Zai follows her, takes a few steps, and looks at her with an eyebrow. "Sister Qingyang, I really thought you were chivalrous. As a result, it was for a bowl of pickled radish."

"Bullshit!" Murong Qingyang kicked him in the butt, "sister of course is chivalrous, pickled radish is just incidental."

Yang Tsai patted his buttocks and complained in a low voice, "kicking people all the time, how can you get married?"

They parted on the street and went home.

Hao pingguan stood at the gate and looked around the street. When he saw the figure of Mo Rong Qingyang, he immediately went up and said, "little ancestor, where have you been? I just sent 19 slaves to look for you!"

"What do you want me to do?" Murong Qingyang handed the bowl to him: "do you want to eat it?"

Hao pingguan was flushed by the sour smell. He raised his hand in front of his nose and frowned in disgust. "Ancestors, you can't eat things outside. Who gave them?"

"Delicate, my mother loves it." Murong Qingyang walked in and asked, "what do you want me to do, hobo?""Not the slave, but the master."

As soon as he heard that his father was looking for him, Murong Qingyang's steps were lighter. He jumped up the steps three times and copied the curtain into the house. The curtain was thrown up into the sky, then fell down heavily and rustled on the doorframe.

Bai Qianfan looked at her and shook his head. "If you are such a big person, you can't have a girl's look."

Murong Qingyang flattered the bowl to her, "Niang, for you to eat."

Mo Rong Shu said with a smile, "my daughter is not like a girl. Look, I still remember to bring you food. Otherwise, my daughter is a kind little cotton padded jacket."

Murong Qingyang squeezed a piece of pickled radish into Murong Shu's mouth, "Dad also eats it."

Mo Rongshu, "..."

The sour smell made him gasp at the corner of his mouth, but it was his daughter's filial piety. He couldn't spit it out and chewed it down.

"By the way, Dad, hobo said you wanted to see me?"

"Well, you sit down first," murongshu said. "There's something my father wants you to do."

Murong Qingyang sat down at the table, eating pickled radish while listening to her father.

"Your elder brother is in his twenties. It's time to get married. He made a marriage for himself. My father is not very satisfied, so he wrote a letter to him. You take it to him and ask him to have a good look. My father believes that he will understand. When the letter arrives, you don't have to rush back. You haven't seen lin'er and sheng'er for a long time. Let's get together and spend more time waiting for your elder brother to get married Later, if you want to go back, you can come back. If you don't want to go back, you can stay in the capital. You don't have to think about me and your mother. " Mo Rong Shu touched her daughter's head lovingly, "when you are old, it's time to go out."

Murong Qingyang was so happy that he almost didn't jump up. The person who knows her best in the world is her father.

Of course, it's also a happy thing to see her elder brother and younger brother, but what's more happy is that she can finally go out! Dang! Jiang! The lake is gone!

Thanks to the householder Yuan Shan, Zuo Xing An Meng (2), Cheng Gong Cong Dan (2), Hui 4b6o, Monica_ Yu (4), Aoyu starry sky, Fuzhen (2), mantissa 59246239 (3), 70518085 (2), 9676 (2), thank you?? Everyone's support for the little princess.

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