Tuobahao: "..."
Murong Xue borrowed Murongrou's old, haggard, mocking him for the poor Turkic environment!
He brought Murong Rou here, preparing to take Murong Rou's miserable appearance. He mocked Murong Xue's heart, and took the opportunity to threaten her and let him enter the palace of the country. Unexpectedly, she was defeated by her generals ...
Tuoba Hao looked somber and raised his eyebrows to Murong Xue: "Is she really not your aunt?"
"Of course not!" Murong Xue shook his head without hesitation.
Tuoba Hao nodded, understandingly, and ordered sharply, "Come here, drag this female slave down."
Murong Rou's big handle, Murong Xue didn't even care, and used her flexibly, and in turn ridiculed himself. This was not what he wanted. For those who were useless to him, he didn't have to stay here and be disgraced.
"Yes!" The two guards stepped forward, erected Murong Rou from left to right, and strode forward ...
Murong Rou was frightened, struggling desperately, shouting in shock: "Prince, you believe me, I am really Murong Xue's aunt ..."
"Really? Then do you have evidence?" Tuoba Hao asked casually.
Murong Rou focused on the head: "Yes, there is ... The old lady Du of the Zhenguo Palace is my mother, and the second old man in the palace, Murong Jian, is my brother ... If you call them, they will recognize me ..."
Tuobahao's eyes lit up, and he looked at Murong Xue with a smile: "Murong Murong, look at this ..."
"She said, Du Rong, Murong Jian has already moved out of Zhenguo Palace. If you want to find them, go to the houses in the west of the city, the south of the city, and the city. The property my grandfather assigned to them is in these places. , There is always a house for them to settle in ... "Murong Xue interrupted Tuoba Hao's words with impoliteness, his eyes full of impatience.
Tuoba Hao's rough and handsome face sank slightly, his eyelids drooped slightly, and he didn't speak.
"You lie." Murong stared at Murong Xue with hate, and his eyes were burning with anger: "Mother, second brother, how could it not be in Zhenguohou ..."
"According to the Law of Qingyan, after the juniors inherited the title, the elders who are not direct blood relatives will have to separate and move away from the mansion. My brother is now a leader in the army, and his grandmother and second uncle will naturally move out of the township. Looking for a place to live, with such simple common sense, Qingyan people know that you do n’t know anything, and dare to say that you are not a fake Murong Rou ... "Murong Xue looked at Murong Rou, word by word, his eyes flashing unabashedly. Cold.
Murong Rou's eyes were thicker with anger, hysterical roar: "I am not a fake, I am the daughter of Zhen Guohou's righteous son ..."
"Everyone will say such a lie, so stop screaming again and again." Murongxue interrupted her impatiently and looked up at Tuoba Hao: "Prince Tuoba, you slave girl , I should take care of it. Today, she pretends to be my aunt. I can look at Prince Tuoba's face and don't care about her. If one day, she pretends to be a relative of the emperor, then the crime will be more serious ... "
Tuoba Hao looked somber, contemplative for a moment, and said in a low voice: "Murong girl is at ease, this prince will self-discipline."
"That's good." Murong Xue nodded with satisfaction: "Since Prince Tuoba is in trouble, I won't bother, leave."
When the words fell, Murongxue turned around and walked into Zhenguo Palace without looking back. Behind him came Murongrou hysterical roar: "Murongxue, you stop, stop ... ah ..."
Turning around to look at the moon, I saw the guard kick Murong Rou to the ground, kicking hard, kicking her back and forth on the ground, screaming: "Ahhhh ... help me ..."
Raised his eyebrows in the moon and turned to look at Murong Xue: "Young Master, don't you worry about Murong Rou selling you and spread it?"
"Under normal circumstances, she will not spread." Murong Xue's eyes were cold: the woman's most important festival, if Murong Rou spread the story of her being sold in Turk, Qingyan's famous nobles would know that Murong Rou was in Turk , For a couple of months as a male wife.
At that time, she was notorious, the noble lady, and all the goldmen would sympathize with her and hate her. She was among the nobles and had no place to stand. Murong Rou was a wise man. She will not do anything that damages 800.
Of course, it doesn't matter if Murong Rou comes down hard and spreads the story. What she has is that Murong Rou is speechless.
As the clouds evacuated, the mist subsided, and a little golden light penetrated the clouds and spilled onto the ground.
Murongxue was bathed in pale golden sunlight and returned to the Luoxue Pavilion. He walked into the inner room and saw at one glance that Ouyang Shaochen was sitting on her bed, leaning on a big lead pillow with a book in his hand. The snow-colored coat was like water, flowing down the bed, and the natural Tsinghua and nobleness of him were rendered more and more outstanding.
Sensing her gaze, Ouyang Shaochen put down the book and looked over: "Come back."
"Huh!" Murong Xue nodded and walked slowly to the bed.
"How are things handled?" Shaochen Ouyang asked softly.
"It's a satisfactory solution." Murong Xue said softly, walked to the bed, took off his cloak, and hung it on the hanger: When Wang Guanjia fled, he was seriously injured, even if he couldn't die, he couldn't. Less pain, she can be considered a revenge of Wang Guanjia's calculation.
Looking at her slightly pale face, Ouyang Shaochen's eyebrows frowned slightly, reaching out to hold Murongxue's little hand, only to feel that her hand was cold, and it was almost out of temperature: "Why are my hands so cold?"
"It's windy and cold outside." Murong Xue disagreed and looked at Ouyang Shaochen lightly: "Are you awake or did you sleep all night?"
Ouyang Shaochen glanced at her: "What do you think?"
Murong Xue poked Ouyang Shaochen's slightly blue eyes: "The possibility of not sleeping all night is high. There are beds and quilts here. Why don't you rest?"
She took Yingwei to the Jingwang Mansion, and arranged Yingying to meet outside. There would never be an accident, so she did not let Ouyang Shaochen go with her.
"You can't sleep, you can't." Ouyang Shaochen said lightly, grabbing Murongxue's waist and dragging her to the bed, reaching for the button of her skirt.
Murongxue hurriedly said: "I haven't freshened it yet."
"Resume first, rest and then freshen up." Shaochen Ouyang said lightly, her fingers unravelling the beautiful buttons, and her long skirt fell off.
Murongxue frowned slightly: "I'm quick to clean, and it won't take long."
"You are now tired and tired, and your head will probably fall asleep when you touch the pillow, and you can get rid of it if you wash it. Let's take a rest first." Ouyang Shaochen said softly, hugging Murong Xue on the bed, Pulled the quilt next to it and covered them ...