The Evil Prince and his Precious Wife: The Sly Lady

"Why would I have any martial arts? I just saw more guards discussing, and I saw a few tricks of fisting and embroidering legs!" Murong Xue casually perplexed, his eyes flashed unnaturally.

If something unbelievable happened to her in another life, she would never believe it, let alone Murong Ye, who was only 14 years old. If she told the truth, maybe Murong Ye would think she was evil, she It is better to hide this secret.

"Is that really the case?" Murongye frowned slightly, obviously not believing her.

"Of course, I lie to you to do something." Seeing Murong Ye was ready to continue to ask, Murong Xue hurriedly said: "It's not too early. I will take the Tibetan Mastiff to take a bath first. It is dirty all over now, and it must be very uncomfortable. "

Murongye heard the word Tibetan Mastiff, full of suspicion, and threw it out of Jiu Xiaoyun. He looked at the Tibetan Mastiff shiningly: "Sister, you are not in good health, don't bother to work hard. Give it to me to do the rough work. "

Murong Xue smiled: "I let the maids clean it, but don't do it myself, how can I work hard."

Murongye shook his head in disapproval: "The hair of the Tibetan Mastiff can't see the original color anymore. There must be a lot of mud on his body. The girls in your yard are all thin arms and thin legs. They don't have much energy. Before dark. It may not be able to wash out its true color, so give me the Tibetan Mastiff. I will let the little boys clean it and send it to you. "

The younger sister was a Tibetan Mastiff, and he refused to sell, so he had a good relationship with the Tibetan Mastiff. While the younger sister was not paying attention, he quietly pulled out for one or two times, and could give himself a lot of face.

"Okay!" Murongxue nodded, "reluctantly for it's difficulty", and "reluctantly" had to hand over the Tibetan Mastiff to Murongye, carefully instructing: "Its hairs are all knotted, let the little washmen clean Be careful, do n’t hurt it ... "

"Know, know!" Murong Ye nodded again and again, and took the Tibetan Mastiff briskly forward: The Tibetan Mastiff is a rare and powerful dog, and also his future little god of wealth. He will naturally command his men to wait carefully.

After walking a few steps, he suddenly paused and turned to look at Murong Xue, and said in her puzzled eyes: "Sister, I did n’t ask you what I meant, so I claimed to put you and Ye Yichen The marriage is back, won't you blame me? "

In the last year, he has been spending less time at home, and the number of meetings with his sister is more rare, but he knows clearly that his sister likes the night at night very much.

"Of course not." Murong Xue smiled softly, disapprovingly said: "When Ye Yichen demoted me as a side concubine at the banquet, I proposed to retire. The emperor did not object, and ordered someone to notify the old King Jing as soon as possible. Come to Beijing to discuss the matter of divorce ... "

"Really?" Murong Ye's eyes lit up: "You don't like Ye Yichen anymore?"

Murong Xue sneered dismissively: "The scumbag is not worth my liking."

"That's right!" Murong Ye nodded in agreement: "Ye Yichen doesn't have you in his heart, and he can't see you in his eyes. He is not your good match. You offered to retire, and cut him off completely, It couldn't be more correct! "

"Wang Wangwang!" Little Tibetan Mastiff couldn't help but cried a few times when he saw the two of them had been talking by nobody.

Murong Ye looked at it and said happily: "Wait anxiously, walk around, the young man takes you to take a bath!"

Watching Murongye disappearing around the corner, Murongxue moved slowly along the Qingshi Road. In the distance, Liu Mei raised her head and walked toward the courtyard after hearing a burst of silver bells of laughter.

Stepping into the courtyard door, I saw a group of maids and mammoths standing in front of the Western Chamber, each holding an exquisite sandalwood box with sapphire hairpins, ruby ​​earrings, jasper bracelets, etc. Every piece of fine jewelry is worth a lot!

A young girl wearing a pink jacket skirt fluttering between fine jewelry like butterflies, wearing this one, wearing that one, with a brighter smile than flowers.

Murongxue bent a sneer at the corner of his mouth, and walked slowly past: "What are you doing?"

A cold voice came into my ears, maids, and the ladies turned around and paid their careless salutes: "Miss!"

Song Qingyan, a woman in pink, glanced at her lightly and said: "The cousin is back. My grandmother saw me wearing plain clothes, and was going to reward me with a few pieces of jewelry. Let me pick it myself."

The grandmother in her mouth was not Murongxue's grandmother, but her step-grandmother. She came out of Murongjian and Murongrou's two siblings. The former town country Murongyue was from the original wife.

Song Qingyan is the eldest daughter of Wu'an Houfu's sister-in-law and the only one out of Murong Rou. It is loved by the old lady of Zhenguo's house. Every time she comes to Zhenguo's house, she is dressed very plainly. Fine jewelry.

Murong Xue sneered in his heart and said: "Grandmother gave you something. You should go to your grandmother's storehouse to pick it. Why did you come here to get my mother's dowry?"

Song Qingyan wore earrings and frowned tightly. She used to get jewelry here when she came to Houfu. She didn't see what Murong Xue said. Today she asked her mercilessly and asked her why she was crazy. How about: "Your mother is my aunt, give me a few pieces of jewelry, but it's not too much."

"My mother said to you in person, that's called a gift. You came here without my mother's consent to arbitrarily come here to get jewelry, to steal, to grab."

In the last few words, Murong Xue increased his tone, and Song Qingyan, who mercilessly ridiculed, blushed and stared at her bitterly: "Your mother has been dead for ten years, how can I talk to her again, Murong Snow, you are enough, don't go too far? "

Murongxue's face was dull, and he said coldly: "My mother's dowry was inexplicably stolen by someone. I asked too much. If you are famous for stealing jewelry from others, wouldn't it be too much?"

"I didn't steal anything." Song Qingyan was furious: "I took the key, opened the lock, and took the jewelry out of the room."

The corner of Murongxue's mouth bent a little invisible arc, and she was waiting for this sentence: "Who is in charge of the warehouse key?"

"It's an old slave!" A grandma in her thirties stood up, her hair combed meticulously, her face white and gloomy, and she knew she was a shrewd person at first glance.

"Come here, drag her down, hit a hundred boards, and sell!" Murong Xue snapped.

Grandma was shocked and shouted: "Miss, what did the old slave do wrong?" Murong Xue was gentle and never lost his temper with his servants. How could he be so cruel today that he would beat her and sell her.

"My mother gave you the key to let you guard the things in the warehouse, not to give you the warehouse. It is a slave and a bully to open the warehouse without the owner's permission. Shouldn't you sell it?"

The original owner was kind-hearted, so that some squads who had become more and more inflamed had forgotten who the real master of this warehouse was. She did not mind helping them think of it.

Song Qingyan's small face was instantly white, and her grandmother opened the storeroom for her, before she was beaten and sold by Murongxue. Murongxue seemed to be teaching her grandmother, but she was hitting her face hard.

Killing chickens and monkeys, referring to Sang scolding Huai, she had suffered a loss, and could not find a reason to refute. Murong Xue's method was really clever and annoying.

Grandma looked around for help, but she saw the maid, all of them lowered their heads, not even dare to let the atmosphere out, lest they anger Murong Xue.

No one dared to help her, she could only save herself. Grandma Yinfang bit her, and Chen Qing said aloud: "Miss Yen, the old slave was ordered by the old lady to open the warehouse ..."