The Evil Prince and his Precious Wife: The Sly Lady

"That's true." Muriufeng nodded and looked sideways at Murong Xue: "Do you want to go down and say hello to him?"

"No, he has just returned to Beijing from his classmates. He must first enter the palace with the army and return to the emperor. When he returns to Zhenguo Palace, I will talk to him no later ..." Murong Xue said lightly, Shi Shiran Xiang As he walked forward, the light blue skirt flicked across the wooden floor, dragging out a trace of nothing.

"Where are you going?" Mu Liufeng asked puzzled.

"Go back to the country's palace!" Murongxue kept walking, and answered without looking back.

"Do you want me to send you back?" Mu Liufeng's mouth slightly picked up, bending a wicked smile.

"No, the Zhenguo Palace is not far away, just a few streets away, and don't bother Mu Shizi." Murong Xue said with a smile, curling Tingting down the stairs, the money went out ...

Looking at her back away, Mu Liufeng's eyes flashed a bit of frustration: the beauty is not rare, he would send him to the palace with the Southern Expeditionary Army, to participate in the celebration feast later ...

As night fell, Murongxue walked into Zhenguhou's mansion. I saw the lanterns in the mansion, pavilions and pavilions, and the bridge was decorated with dreamy water. A lady in a cyan dress holding a cup in her hand Pan, proceed on the Qingshi Road.

The scenery in the garden has been renovated, and the decoration of the living room, hall, and banquet hall have all been changed. From afar, the entire state of the country is completely changed.

Standing in the main yard, Zhou commanded a well-known maid, mammoth, and little servants to go back and forth. When she saw Murong Xue, her decent smile grew brighter: "Xueer is back, look at me How about decorating Hou Mansion? "

Murongxue's cold eyes swept through the rows of festive red lanterns, and the delicate decorations and antique porcelain bottles held in the hands of the young ladies, casually said: "Not bad, is there any happy event in the house?"

"Your second uncle is about to be promoted ..." Zhou said with a smile on his face, and his suddenly raised voice showed unspeakable pride.

Murong Xue's eyes narrowed: "Really?"

"Of course, Master Wang and Master Li jointly recommend that your second uncle officer be promoted ..." Zhou's smile was all over his face, his eyes and brows were proud.

Lord Wang!Lord Li!

The two officials who walked with Murong Jian at sunset appeared in Murong Xue's eyes. No wonder Murong Jian was so enthusiastic with them. It turned out that both of them were good colleagues of Murong Jian, and he was promoted: "It is indeed a happy event. ... "

"Yeah, the old man's promotion document will come down tomorrow, and Hou Fu's decoration will be renewed, so as to greet the guests who came to celebrate ..." Zhou's beaming voice showed a show that could not be concealed.

"Well!" Murongxue's expression was faint, as if he didn't mind Murongjian's promotion.

Zhou's eyes flashed a bit of displeasure. She said so much about what she said. She even ignored it. Her good mood completely disturbed her. It was really ugly.

The orphan daughter whose parents died, what stinky shelf ... Wait, Murongxue still has a blood-related relative alive ...

"I heard that the Nanzheng Army had returned to the division at sunset?" Zhou looked at Murong Xue, smiling mysteriously, strangely.

"Yeah!" Murong Xue nodded, his voice cold and perfunctory.

Zhou's disapproval, looked at her with a smile, said: "Your brother ...... Come back?"

Murong Xue's bright face was slightly gloomy, and looked at Zhou Shi with a cold eye: "What does Auntie mean?"

Zhou smiled and smiled: "The ferocious brutality of the army of South Xinjiang, you have seen it with your own eyes, fight with them, you must be strong, be careful and be careful, be careful and be cautious, and your brother ... just learn nothing. Dude, the text is not ready, the war is not enough, this is on the battlefield ... it is inevitable that something unexpected will happen ... "

"It seems that the second aunt can't wait for my brother to die on the battlefield ..." Murong Xue smiled slightly, the smile was fresh and natural, and the cold eyes burst out with a strong magical energy and breathtaking soul. The momentum makes one's breath suffocate!

Zhou's only heard it, and his mind was blank for a while, and it took a while to react. A heart jumped bang, Murong Xue's eyes were so terrible ...

"I ... I didn't say that ... I just said my guess ..." Zhou whispered, his eyes flickering unnaturally ...

"It ’s not terrible to die on the battlefield. After all, Murong Ye is a member of my Murong family. It ’s a good thing to donate his life for the country. It ’s also an honor for him. I ’m afraid that he will escape when facing the army of South Xinjiang A shameless deserter, I was accused of mourning my Murong family, swearing ... "

The sharp voice suddenly sounded. It was Du's hand holding the maid's hand and came slowly. Her gray hair was tied up high, gently held by a green hosta, and the deep blue embroidered bamboo embroidered on the forehead. With an emerald, it intersects with the hosta, dignified and stern.

Murong Xue laughed, coldly smiled, Du Shi, Zhou Shi one by one can't wait for Murong Ye to die on the battlefield. It's really a group of villains who want to curse Murong Ye, but it's not that easy.

Murong Xue raised his eyebrows and looked at Du Shi, saying: "Long Shenglong, Feng Shengfeng, the son of the mouse will make holes, my father is a famous general, and my brother is not as good as my father. I will never be a deserter. My grandmother was frightened by the army of South Xinjiang, but do n’t use your fear to impose your fear on my brother ... "

"You ..." Du Shiqi's whole body shuddered, his eyes froze coldly, and looked at Murong Xue coldly: "There are only children born to parents, but no children raised by their parents. So wise and brilliant? "

"My brother happens to be one of the few who is like a parent. Moreover, there are mothers and mothers, and I haven't seen any great results, otherwise, I won't have a mediocre performance. I have stayed in Jingzhou for ten years ... … "

Murongxue said slowly, the thick sarcasm flashing at the corners of his eyes, deeply stabbing Du's eyes, and screamed: "Jian'er is about to be promoted immediately, and he will be promoted from the third grade at the age of thirty poor ability?"

Murong Xue whispered: "My father is in his twenties, and he is a general of the rank of rank. You are in your thirties.

"That's because your father was cultivated by your grandfather, otherwise, relying solely on his own ability, he didn't know if he could achieve the right one!" With his own ability, he worked hard step by step. If he is like this, he is also called incapable, then there will be no capable people in this world ... "