A luxury carriage parked under the big tree not far away, with the logo of the King of Happy Family hanging above it, Murong Xue walked slowly to the carriage and opened the curtain, and saw that Ouyang Shaochen was sitting in the carriage, leaning back Looking at the car wall, closing his eyes and raising his mind, he slowly opened his eyes and looked at her bright little face, a slight smile curled around his mouth: "Is the matter solved?"
"It's finished!" Murong Xue nodded, stepped on the stool and got on the carriage, and sat on the side of Ouyang Shaochen.
"Sold Murong Rou and fainted Mrs. Du, could you be angry?" Ouyang Shaochen looked at her with a smile.
"It's okay!" Murong Xue's eyes were faint: Du, Murong Rou came up to find her trouble, then blame her for being rude, the silver-faced man's sentence is not without integrity, and will definitely sell Murong Rou to Turk, she There will be quietness around me, less conspiracy ...
"Du, Murongjian must hate you for being a bone ..." Shaochen Ouyang looked at Murongxue with a smile, his eyes gleaming with a little inscrutable playfulness.
"It's up to them!" Murong Xue disagreed: she and the Du's family of three were already doomed to die, but they only added some hatred, nothing to be fussed about.
"By the way, who is that silver-faced man?" The man's martial arts were strong and strong, and every move was inexplicably expensive. He was by no means an ordinary trafficker.
Ouyang Shaochen pondered for a moment, said lightly: "It should be Xiliang, his specific identity, the dark guard has gone to investigate ..."
Murong Xue nodded his understanding, Xiliang, who came to Qingyan Kingdom's traffickers, was a bit wrong to listen to. It really needed to be checked ...
"Jing Lao Ye's birthday, what gift are you going to send?" Ouyang Shaochen looked at her and asked softly.
Murong Xue blinked: "What is the favorite of Mr. Jing?" Mr. Jing is a well-known elder. Naturally, he should give his birthday gift to his favor.
"It seems to be a sword and a dagger!" Ouyang Shaochen's eyes fell, and he said softly: "Yantai, he seems to like painting and calligraphy ..."
Murong Xue nodded his head gently. Mr. Jing was a general who fought in the battlefield. He naturally likes good weapons. However, he has n’t been on the battlefield for many years. He has given him exquisite weapons, and he ca n’t use them: "I let With red sleeves, they fragrantly go to the storehouse to pick a good inkstone, or calligraphy and painting, and give him a birthday gift. "
Just letting the next person choose, rather than picking them carefully, she is not particularly interested in the birthday of Grandpa Jing!
The corner of Ouyang Shaochen ’s mouth curled up with a beautiful arc: “Lady Jing Jing also posted a post for me. When that time comes, I will accompany you to Jing Wang Mansion to celebrate the birthday of Mr. Jing!”
"But your injury ..." Murongxue glanced worriedly at Ouyang Shaochen's chest. Others' chest injuries were all lying on the bed and resting quietly. Ouyang Shaochen was well, even walking around with the wound.
"It's just a minor injury. After a few days of rest, it's almost healed!" Ouyang Shaochen said lightly, completely ignoring his injury.
Murong Xueliang's bright face is slightly dark, and the bone puncture passes through the chest, almost hurting his heart, and also screaming injury?If someone else suffered such a serious injury, he would definitely rest in bed carefully and carefully, and only Ouyang Shaochen would not take his serious injury seriously ...
"Let's go back to Qinghui Garden immediately. Before the birthday of the old prince Jing, you should lie in Qinghui Garden and take care of your wounds carefully. You can't take a step out of Qinghui Garden, otherwise, don't want to go to Jingwang Mansion for a feast." Murongxue threatened fiercely, flashing a little bit of concern that she didn't even realize.
Ouyang Shaochen's obsidian eyes flashed a clear smile, and nodded gently: "Okay!"
Fighting to the stars, it soon reached the birthday of King Jing.
Jingwang Mansion is located on the bustling streets of Beijing, a little far from the hot spring villa, Ouyang Shaochen, Murong Xue came to Jingwang Mansion in a horse-drawn carriage, I saw a few luxury carriages and dozens of horses parked outside the large Jingwang Mansion !
Murong Xue blinked, slowly got off the carriage, handed in a post with Ouyang Shaochen, gave a gift, walked side by side into Jingwang Mansion, and walked slowly along the Black Stone Road. The garden is full of clusters of fresh flowers, colorful and beautiful, it is really beautiful, the breeze is blowing, the flowers are swaying gently, very elegant.
Dozens of long tables were placed in front of the garden, on which beautiful wine, fruits, and dozens of young gifts were placed. The boys and girls gathered together in twos and threes, talking and laughing.
More than ten noble ladies gathered around Princess Jing, and they laughed and laughed. Princess Jing smiled slightly, and her face was pale, and her gaze was a little haggard, but she looked pretty good.
Murong Xue's cold eyes swept a famous guest and raised his eyebrows gently: Mr. Jing really invited only familiar friends to celebrate his birthday ...
"Ouyang Shaochen, Murongxue!" Qingrun's male voice sounded, and Muriufeng walked over slowly. The demon's handsome face was filled with a charming smile: "You also come to the birthday feast!"
Ouyang Shaochen gave a faint huh, and his eyes were as deep as a pond
Mu Liufeng looked up and down at him: "Your injury is all right?"
"Almost." Shaochen Ouyang said lightly, sweeping through the crowds with deep eyes, and said indifferently: "Why don't you see Grandpa Jing?"
"He went back to discuss things with my father, Xie Chengxiang." Mu Liufeng said casually, picked up a jug from the long table, poured a glass of wine and handed it to Ouyang Shaochen: "Jing Wangfu Bei The wine is not bad, try it. "
Ouyang Shaochen had not spoken yet. Murong Xue frowned, reaching for the glass: "His injury has not been completely healed and he cannot drink!"
Muriu Feng raised his eyebrows and looked at Murong Xue with a smile: "You really care about him ..."
Murong Xue's chin slightly raised, proudly said: "He was hurt for me, I do not care, who cares?"
"Then if I was hurt for you, would you care so much?" Mu Liufeng looked at her gleamingly, his evil eyes flashing a little jokingly.
"No!" Murongxue refused even if he didn't want to.
"Why?" Mu Liufeng rubbed his chest and said he was hurt.
"Because there is Ouyang Shaochen, you will not have the opportunity to hurt me ..." Murong Xue smiled slightly, as Baihua opened.
The corner of Mou Liufeng's mouth smoked: "You really trust him!"
"That's nature!" Murongxue smiled and smiled. As a matter of course, he saw that Ouyang Shaochen's mouth bent a little, and he took a small half of the fruit from the long table and put it into Murongxue's hands: "Jingwang Mansion The prepared fruit should be pretty good, try it ... "
"Good!" Murong Xue nodded, picked up an apple and put it in his mouth ...