The Evil Prince and his Precious Wife: The Sly Lady

The corner of Ouyang Shaochen ’s mouth was curved with a graceful curvature, and she squeezed her bright little face lightly: she was stupid and did n’t admit it!It ’s been six months since the birth of the little stupid girl at the age of fourteen. In half a year, she will be married, and she ’s the age of marriage ...

In a daze, Murong Xue heard the chirping bird chirp, the walking voice of the next man, and the voice of her voice. She raised her eyebrows lightly, and it was already dawn ...

Suddenly, a hand was stretched out, touching her hair with great interest, pinching her small face, faint ink bamboo fragrance lingering on the tip of the nose, Murong Xueliang's small face was slightly gloomy, and suddenly reached out to push the person in front of him, not want , The person in front of him lay still and motionless, but she stepped back straight, thumped, and fell on the hard ground, falling into dizziness and tinnitus, eyes staring at Venus ...

"The genius is just dawning. Why are you so eager to get up?" Ouyang Shaochen sat up slowly, his snowy coat reflecting his ink-like hair, indescribably noble, Tsinghua.

Looking at Murong Xue's half-open shirt and messy hair, his obsidian eyes flashed an imperceptible smile ...

Murong Xue stood up slowly, staring fiercely at Ouyang Shaochen: Which of his eyes saw her rush to get up and stay in bed?She wanted to push him away, OK ...

"It's still early, sleep again." Ouyang Shaochen said lightly, grasping Murongxue's wrist and pulling her back to the bed.

"I'm not sleepy, I'm not going to sleep, you have to sleep yourself." Murong Xue said angrily, grabbing Ouyang Shaochen's fingers, breaking apart one by one ...

Looking at her angry face, Ouyang Shaochen's ink eyebrows picked up: "If you try harder, the wound on your shoulder will break."

"You don't lie to me, my wounds have obviously become crusted, and after a few hours, they will recover as before ..." Murong Xue sneered dismissively and continued to break his hand ...

"Shizi, Wu'an Hou Mansion sent invitations!" Xun Feng suddenly appeared outside the window, holding a gorgeous invitation in his hand.

Murongxue's movement was abrupt, his cold eyes narrowed slightly, did Wu'an Houfu post please: "What did you write?"

"Wu Anhou Song Tian asked to select a child among the clan as heirs, please post widely, please colleagues to witness!" Xun Feng replied lowly.

Murong Xue's mouth was slightly bent. Yesterday, Murong Jian sent someone to laugh at Song Tianwen's eunuch. Today, he openly chose to continue. The speed is really fast enough: "What requirements does he have for the selected children?"

"He wants a child under four years old, smart and strong, strong body ..." Xunfeng Shensheng replied.

The corners of Murongxue's mouth curled up with a beautiful arc: children under four years old, almost do not remember, Song Tian asked to choose such children as heirs, it is really hard work ...

"But when will he start to pick?"

"Today's time (9 am to 11 am), all the people who are willing to adopt their children will take the children to Song's house before the time, for Song Tian to choose." Xun Feng replied softly.

Murong Xue nodded his understanding. Although Wu'an Hou was a second-rate marquis, he was also a court prince, and many people yearned for it!

She turned her head and looked at Ouyang Shaochen shiningly: "Shizi, let's go to Song House to see the excitement."

Xiaoyao Wangfu is a first-rate royal palace. There are happy events in the home of the Minister of Culture and Civil Affairs in Beijing, and they will basically post to the Xiaoyao Wangfu to show respect. If the Wangfu master goes to the feast, they will be honored. If the Wangfu master does not go, they will not complain……

"Do you think Wu'an Hou Mansion is lively?" Ouyang Shaochen raised his eyebrows and looked at Murong Xue.

"Everything will happen." Murong Xue's eyes were faint: Song Tian asked Guangfa to post, heir to the election, but Song Qian, his brother-in-law's brother, wanted to let his own son inherit the throne ...

"Song Tianwen is a wise man, and Wu'an Hou Mansion is under his control. The possibility of Wu'an Hou Mansion being lively is not particularly great ..." Ouyang Shaochen said lightly, with a lack of interest.

Murong Xueliu raised his eyebrows and said: "Let's take a look at it from afar. If there is no excitement, come back immediately ..."

Ouyang Shaochen pondered for a moment, and said lightly: "The Wu'an Hou Mansion is a little far away from here.

"But it's okay for you to stay in Luoxue Pavilion ... Let's go, let's go for a walk ..." Murongxue whispered, turned over and got out of the bed, grabbed Ouyang Shaochen's arm, and went out hard Drag.

Looking at her shining eyes, Ouyang Shaochen's eyes flashed a clear smile, and nodded reluctantly: "Well, I'll accompany you to Wu'an Hou House for a walk."

At that time, Murong Xue came to the door of Wu'an Hou Mansion, handed in the post, and stepped into Wu'an Hou Mansion. I saw that the mansion was lined with rows of guards, and the entire Hou Mansion was kept airtight.

The door of the ancestral hall was wide open. Song Tianwen stood in the ancestral hall, placed three pillars of incense on the ancestral card, and slowly came out, standing on the high steps, looking down on the pair standing in front of the ancestral hall The couple, as well as the one-year-old, two-year-old, three-year-old, and four-year-old child in their arms, spoke proudly.

"Song Tian, ​​the unfilial son, asked that he would not have any heirs if he suffered a disaster. Now he intends to adopt a child from the clan. Everyone who came here is willing to adopt the child. As long as I asked Song Tian to choose a child, he was the child I asked. , His name will be written in the genealogy immediately, and it will be written to me in Song Tianwen's name. From now on, there will be no ties with his biological parents. Are you willing? "

The tribe looked at each other and nodded gently: "Naturally willing."

The children are their own children, and they are not willing to let him recognize others as fathers. However, Wuanhou is rich and wealthy, and Wuanhou is also a very good official position. If the child becomes Wuanhou, he is the courtier of the people, than following them Suffering hardships is much better than being a civilian.

"Everyone is a witness, don't regret it in the future." Song Tian asked lowly, glancing at the rear left, where dozens of courtiers dressed in official uniforms stood.

"No remorse, no remorse." The tribes twitched their eyelids, ridiculed, and promised again and again.

"That's good, Benhou now begins to select children, please hold the children well." Song Tian asked lightly, slowly walked down the platform, toward the clan ...

Murong Xue smiled, threatened, intimidated, and moved out of the officials to suppress. Song Tian asked the method, but it was also clever. After all, everyone has selfishness. If the child grows up and has patience, his biological parents come to find the child, is it not a bamboo basket? All the effort over the years has been lost ...

Song Tian asked to explain the interests one by one before selecting children, so that the tribes have taken care of them. No matter how good the child is, at least in his lifetime, the child ’s biological parents will not come to disturb ...