Murong Xueliang's bright face suddenly darkened, pushing Ouyang Shaochen hard: "Don't make trouble, I'm thinking about things."
"You don't care about me if you miss you!" Ouyang Shaochen said lightly, thin lips and thin lips touching Murong Xuexiang's soft lips.
Murong Xue looked somber, but she wanted to ignore Shaochen Ouyang, but what they look like now, she can only ignore it.
"Ouyang Shaochen!" Murong Xue grabbed Ouyang Shaochen's arm and wanted to push him away. No, Ouyang Shaochen tightly hugged her small waist, and the tip of her tongue lightly protruded into her sandal mouth, drawing Her unique sweetness ...
A faint ink bamboo fragrance spread in his mouth, Murong Xue blinked helplessly, slowly reached out and embraced Ouyang Shaochen's lean waist, and responded enthusiastically to him!
The temperature in the carriage gradually increased ...
The breeze blew through and lifted a corner of the car curtain. I saw Ye Yichen standing not far away, looking coldly at the two of them.
Ouyang Shaochen's eyes flashed coldly, his fingers flicked, and an internal force flew out, passed through the corner of the car curtain, and fixed it heavily on the car wall, covering the window, blocking the view from inside and outside .
Ouyang Shaochen hugged Murong Xue tightly, and a slight ink bamboo scent swept across her lips, warmly like fire, tenderly eroding her bones.
If there is a seemingly unused bamboo incense, Murongxue is surrounded by a large net, thin and dense, without leaving a trace of gaps, making her dizzy, almost suffocating, and gradually fainting in Ouyang Shaochen ’s arms, a shallow gasp Into a rapid gasp.
Looking at her bright red face, Ouyang Shaochen's obsidian-like eyes flashed a clear smile, and Yi Yi was unwilling to leave her, let her hold her tightly in her arms.
Murongxue's head was resting on Ouyang Shaochen's chest, breathing deeply, the misty thoughts gradually sobered, and the smoky beautiful eyes slowly recovered to the Qingming: "Which ... Can the wedding be pushed back for a while?"
"Why?" Ouyang Shaochen looked at her puzzled.
"There are only me and my brother in Zhenguo's Mansion. If I get married, there will be only one brother left in the mansion. He must be very lonely. I want to spend more time with him." Murong Xue's eyes flashed unnaturally. After flashing, casually said a reason.
Ouyang Shaochen disagreed: "Xiaoyao Wangfu is not too far from Zhenguohoufu. You can go back to see your brother at any time, or let him move to Xiaoyao Wangfu. There are not many masters in the Wangfu. some……"
Murong Xue was speechless and looked at the sky. She said that accompanying Murong Ye wanted to delay the time of marriage. Ouyang Shaochen solved the problem in a few words. She couldn't use this excuse to push back the time of marriage ...
She got married at the age of fifteen. She was really not used to it ...
Murongxue frowned sadly, turned over in Ouyang Shaochen's arms, kicked his toes to the small table next to it, and a beautiful stack of invitations fell to the ground, and the bright red piece looked really good. .
Murongxue frowned, "What do you post so many in the carriage?"
"It's for you." Ouyang Shaochen said softly.
"Send it to me?" Murongxue raised his eyebrows, picked up an invitation, and turned it over. I saw a blank in the invitation: "Why do you send me so many invitations?"
"Aren't you about to meet? You need to post an invitation to invite people to attend your ceremony. These invitations were specially made by the people of the Wangyao Palace." Ouyang Shaochen Qing Yue's voice was soft and gentle.
Murongxue was startled, and suddenly remembered that in another month, she would be married, the ancient woman and the pig, which means adults, would hold a very solemn ceremony, invite famous ladies, famous ladies to come to observe the ceremony ...
"Xueer, who do you want to invite?" Ouyang Shaochen asked softly.
Murong Xue nodded: "Almost!"
Zhenguohoufu is also a famous nobleman in Beijing. There are many good families with whom he lives. The noble ladies in the family, Qianjin, will be invited to participate in her gift ceremony. As for the specific list, let Huibo draft it. .
"Have you ever thought about it, write the invitation in person?" Ouyang Shaochen asked softly.
Qingyan's famous ladies are basically talented people. They personally write and present invitations, which can show their respect and respect for the people invited. Many of Qingyan's women and wives will write invitations in person.
"Well, then I also try to write and please post it." Murong Xue said softly, picked up the wolf pen on the pen holder, casually thought of a name, and wrote it one by one to the blank, please paste it.
Looking at the Qingxiu handwriting that you posted, Ouyang Shaochen commented bluntly: "The characters are beautiful and weak, like a soft willow, floating around ..."
Murong Xueliang ’s bright face suddenly darkened. She worked hard in modern times to learn calligraphy. The original owner also practiced the characters for several years. The handwriting was very good. When he came to Ouyang Shaochen, he gave such a ruthless approval ...
"You have a wrong posture to hold the pen, the written words are naturally unsatisfactory, the pen should be held like this ..." Ouyang Shaochen said softly, slender as jade's hand, gently held Murongxue's hand Su Bai's small hands were all wrapped up, and she took her on the invitation stickers and swayed one after another elegant fonts, which made people feel awe-inspiring.
"It looks so much better!" Ouyang Shaochen sat behind Murong Xue and hugged her in her arms. Jun Yi's side face was close to her beautiful face. Murmured.
Murong Xue glared at him angrily: The words you posted are written by him, of course they look good ...
Ye Yichen stood on the roof, looking at the curtain of the carriage of the Xiaoyao Wangfu, and was blown up by the wind again. A sweet and warm scene appeared. The handsome man and the beautiful woman snuggled together tightly. Love!
Ye Yichen's face was iron blue, and the hand under his sleeve was tightly held, looking at the ambiguous picture, his eyes tingling.
"Easy dust!" Grandpa Jing came over and glanced at the carriage like Ouyang Shaochen, Mu Rongxue, and sighed softly: "It seems that you have no chance."
Ye Yichen's face was gloomy: "They haven't gotten married yet, so why say I have no chance?"
Grandpa Jing Jing sighed heavily: "Ouyang Shaochen and Murong Xue are in love, and as long as they meet, there will be no third person in their eyes. How could you still have a chance?"
Ye Yichen didn't take it for granted: "It's just a temporary love between two people. It doesn't mean anything. As long as they don't get married in a day, I have hope."
Old Master Jing raised his eyebrows and looked at Ye Yichen: "Do you really think so?"
"Of course." Yeyi Chen nodded, a glare flashed through her sharp eyes.
Grandpa Jing Jing sighed again: "Why so persistent, Xueer doesn't like you ..."
"I want to fight hard, and I don't want to have regrets like my father." Ye Yichen said a word, his eyes flashing a dignified color that he had never seen before.