"Qingyan steals and has a bad character, but Princess Qin holds her handle and threatens her to poison people. The character is even worse. If the matter spreads, Qingyan is in disrepute, and Princess Qin is not much better ..." Song Tian asked to look at Qin Yuyan spoke coldly.
Qin Yuyan's beautiful face is slightly dark: "What does Wu Anhou mean?"
"The things you did were not very glorious. Once it came out, it was not good for anyone. It is better to let this matter pass completely. The grudges between you will be written off. From now on, you will take your Yangguan Road. She crosses her one-piece bridge without interfering with each other ... "Song Tian asked coldly.
"That's natural!" Qin Yuyan nodded gently, her tone proudly: Song Qingyan was already a waste son with little use value, even if Song Tian asked, she was not going to have any involvement with Song Qingyan ...
"I hope that Princess Qin will keep his promises with confidence, and don't be like today, just go back and forth!" Song Tian asked to look at Qin Yuyan coldly, his eyes and brows mockingly.
Qin Yuyan looked gloomy and said: "Song Qingyan, she is not bad, can not blame this palace, as for this matter, as long as Hou Ye keeps his mouth tight, this palace absolutely has faith ..."
"Then it's best. If Princess Qin comes to disturb Qingyan again, it's okay to blame the prince!" Song Tian asked coldly and dropped the sentence, turned around, and strode out without looking back.
Listening to his footsteps going away, Qin Yuyan's face was gloomy and terrible, but he was a second-rate Wu'anhou who dared to threaten her.
Murongxue was standing in a hidden corner, looking at Song Tianwen, Song Qingyan, who was walking away, and then looking at the dark-faced Qin Yuyan, his eyes were faint: Song Tianwen asked ... This is a complete enmity with Qin Yuyan!
Song Tian asked, Qin Yuyan was not so easy to give up, and all ate such a small loss in the other's hands. Between them, it is estimated that they will not be as peaceful as they agreed ...
"Everyone is gone, what else do you see?" A Qingrun male voice suddenly sounded in his ear, gently, softly, like a breeze ...
Murongxue stunned and turned his head quickly, facing a pair of deep, narrow and long eyes, a little teasing in the dark eyes ...
Murongxue quickly backed away a few steps away from him. He looked at him angrily and said: "Muriufeng, can't you walk with a voice? You're a ghost, do you want to scare people?"
Mu Liufeng spread his hands together, innocent: "I deliberately increased the sound of footsteps, you see Song Tian asked, Qin Yuyan looked too fascinated, did not hear ..."
Her ear power and alertness have always been good. If Mu Liufeng didn't float to her with light effort, she would definitely be able to hear it. She also deliberately stepped up her footsteps. Who is it?
Murongxue glared at Muriufeng angrily and said, "How are you here?"
"Naturally came to drink tea." Muriufeng said slightly with a smile, carrying a paper bag and draped in front of Murong Xue: "This is the refreshment I just packed. It tastes very good. Would you like to try it?"
A touch of hot air overflowed through the oil-paper bag and filled the air, making people salivate, but Murongxue didn't taste a bit, and shook his head gently: "I'm not hungry, I can't eat ..."
Looking at her slightly disgusted gaze, Mu Liufeng raised her eyebrows gently: "What good food did you eat for lunch? Can't even eat a few pieces of pastry?"
Murongxue's eyes were faint, she didn't have any meals at noon, and when she thought of the poisonous wonton stew, she would have no taste ...
"Master Wang ..."
"Master Li ..."
"Master Murong ..."
A polite hello came into my ears. Murong Xue looked around and saw that Murong Jian, who was wearing an official uniform and an official hat, walked forward with a few colleagues talking and laughing, and the relationship was very harmonious ...
Only a few months after Murongjian returned to Beijing, he became so familiar with the officials who have lived in Beijing for a long time. He also had a good time. He was not alienated. He was crowded and his ability was really good ...
"Your second uncle is an old fox, with a slick face and a shrewd look!" Muriufeng walked to the window and looked at Murongjian with a smiling face and commented softly.
"I see it!" Murong Xue's eyes were faint: Murong Jian was also a man who had been mixed in the officialdom for more than ten years, and naturally it was mixed up. "It is not yet time to go to the government office. where?"
Muriu Feng looked at the direction they were going and said lightly: "It should be to the Nancheng Gate!"
"What are you doing there?" Murongxue frowned.
"Naturally is to greet the Southern Army ..." Mu Liufeng said casually.
Murongxue's eyes glared: "The South Army has already returned to the North?"
"Yeah." Muriufeng nodded. "According to the expedited intelligence of 800 li, they can enter Beijing today before dark ..."
"Really?" Murong Xue was slightly surprised.
"Of course it is true. Didn't you see that some people have already ran to the Nancheng Gate?" Muriufeng said leisurely, how could your news be so blocked.
Murongxue stood in front of the window, staring at the people who ran to the Nancheng Gate in twos and threes, and blinked lightly. Qingyan came quickly, and then the Emperor Qingyan issued an order to the border, and then returned to the border, and it took about two months.
When she returned to Qingyan from southern Xinjiang, she walked slowly, and while walking, watching the local customs and customs, she also walked for almost two months.
No wonder she just returned to Beijing yesterday, Murong Ye returned to the class today ...
"Let's see, let's see ... The Nanzheng troops are back ..." There was a sudden noise on the street.
Murongxue looked up and saw a team of soldiers wearing armor and spears came from the street. They were neatly arranged, the pace was the same, their heads were standing tall, and their eyes were cold.
The lively people on the street couldn't help but burst out of their hearts. The soldiers shut down here were different from the Imperial Guard in Jingli after the baptism of bloody battle ...
Behind the soldiers moving forward was a shining, energetic war horse, and a soldier with a distinguished reputation was riding on his horse and marching forward!
Murong Ye was in this group of soldiers, his handsome face faded from the past greenness, became firm, cold, and the jade-like eyes flashed a little cold, the silver armor reflected the dazzling light in the sun ... …
"Your brother has changed a lot." Mu Liufeng looked at Murong Ye and narrowed his eyes slightly.
Murong Xue blinked: "This change is a good thing. The longer Murong Ye grows, if it is like before, except for fighting cocks and fighting dogs, that is, gambling, wouldn't it be a real prodigal ..."