The Evil Prince and his Precious Wife: The Sly Lady

Qingyue's voice was soft, soft, like the spring breeze, and floated lightly into my heart.

Murongxue stunned and looked up, facing a pair of deep and narrow eyes, like the magic pupil in the dark night, scattered ambiguous information.

Murongxue's eyelids jumped violently, a bad hunch in his heart, his slender body quickly backed away, not wanting, Ouyang Shaochen embraced her small waist and dragged her back, her thin lips reprinted on her On pink lips.

The moist touch came from the lips, and the faint ink bamboo fragrance filled the mouth. There was a trace of helplessness in Murongxue's beautiful eyes, pushing Ouyang Shaochen hard: "That ... I suddenly felt a little sleepy ... Let's rest ... …have a rest!"

Ouyang Shaochen Yiyi was reluctant to leave her, and her dark eyes were deep as ink, staring at her deeply: "Are you really sleepy?"

"Really, really ... absolutely true." Murong Xue focused on his head and swears with his hands raised.

Ouyang Shaochen's eyes were deep: "But I see your eyes are shining brightly, not a bit tired and sleepy ..."

Murongxue's eyes flickered: "That ... I'm sleepy and I haven't shown it in my eyes ... I can fall asleep as soon as I put my head on the pillow."

Lest Ouyang Shaochen didn't believe it, Murong Xue yawned 'tiredly', stretched his arms to embrace Ouyang Shaochen's waist, buried his small face in his arms, eyes closed, long eyelashes trembling gently .

Therefore, in a small, calm look, Ouyang Shaochen's mouth was curved with a graceful curvature, grabbing her by the shoulders, and pulling her outward.

"Sleepy, sleepy, don't be noisy." Murong Xue murmured dissatisfiedly, his hands clasped Ouyang Shaochen, his face buried deeper in his arms, a pair of 'I'm really sleepy, how do you pull, I You won't open your eyes, and you'll say more.

Ouyang Shaochen's eyes flashed a clear smile, loosened her shoulders, pulled over the slippery quilt, and re-covered the two of them, flicking the night pearl in the wall groove with her finger, holding the person in her arms, smiling Go to sleep: Since you are sleepy, rest.

The silver moonlight shines into the room from the window and shines on the two embracing people.

When Murongxue woke up, it was already ninety (five to seven in the morning), the clouds evacuated, the mist subsided, and a little golden light passed through the lattice window and spilled onto the room bed.

Murong Xue freshly groomed, and after dinner, he and Ouyang Shaochen left the other courtyard and took a carriage to the Sixth Prince's Mansion.

The six princes are royal princes, noble, and were the most beloved sons of the first emperor. They also had a certain influence in the middle of the dynasty. His birthdate and the hundred officials of the capital and military are well known.

Far away, Murongxue saw the people of the Sixth Prince's Mansion coming and going, and there was a lot of excitement. The families of officials who came to congratulate were endless. Various gifts piled up.

Emperor Xiao Dong was so afraid of the Sixth Prince, that there were so many people to attend the Sixth Prince's birthday feast, the Sixth Prince seemed not easy ...

"Look, look, the young master of the underground palace is here!" Someone shouted, and everyone looked at the road together.

Murongxue also looked up and saw that Xiao Feiyang was wearing a red brocade robe, sitting in a magnificent sedan chair lifted by four people, and walked over with his head strenuously. His lips were pursed, his chin was raised, his eyes and brows were proud.

Seeing the steward of the Sixth Prince's Mansion, a radiant arc rose from the corners of his mouth: "Yang Guanjia, today is the birth date of the six cousins, Feiyang is here, I wish him every day, every day ..."

"By Xiao Xiaoxiao's good words." Yang Guanjia's voice is not salty or faint, faint, revealing perfunctory perplexity.

Xiao Feiyang didn't mind, he commanded the bearers to stop the sedan chair in front of Yang's housekeeper. He took a small mahogany box with a length, width and height of 20 centimeters from the attendant and handed it over: "This is The birthday gift to the six cousins ​​is not respectful. "

"Thank you Master Xiao Xiao!" Yang Guanjia said lightly, reaching for the small box, and he didn't want to. At the moment he touched the small box, Xiao Feiyang had withdrawn his hand. Yang Guanjia didn't catch the small box, and the small box 'putong' With a bang, it fell to the ground and fell into pieces, revealing the gift inside.

The gift is a light gray hat, which is often worn by the talents on the street, without any gold or silver or jade ornaments. What is even more strange is that it is made of coarse cloth and looks gray and extremely. It's shabby ...

Yang Guanjia's face sank slightly, and he said, "This is the birthday gift from Master Xiao Xiao?"

"Huh!" Xiao Feiyang nodded, as if he took it for granted.

"Master Xiao's gift is really strange!" The last two words, butler Yang emphasized his voice, showing a strong sarcasm.

Everyone glanced at each other, looking at each other's eyes and noses: the Digong was sitting in Jinshan and Yinshan, and the gift that the young master in the Digong prepared for his cousin turned out to be a coarse cloth hat worth only a few copper plates. … If such a hat is placed in front of them, they will not look at it, they just kick it aside ...

Xiao Feiyang disagreed with them very much, and said in a loud voice: "As the saying goes, courtesy is light and affectionate. The gift I gave to my six cousins ​​represents my heart. Can you criticize casually ..."

Murongxue sneered, and it was time to show courtesy and affection. If a person from a poor family had a birthday, just send a gift to represent his own heart.

However, the current situation is that the six princes of Nanzhao passed their birthdays, and the younger master of the underground palace gave gifts. The heavier the gifts, the more they can represent the respect for the six princes. The light gifts represent the no longer the six princes. In their eyes, they are taunting him, provoking him ...

Butler Yang also understood Xiao Feiyang's meaning and looked at him lightly: "Then, according to the meaning of Master Xiao, do you have a deep affection for the Sixth Prince?"

"Of course!" Xiao Feiyang focused on his head: "The top hat means politeness. I gave this gift to my six cousins. I wanted to tell him that I was polite and respectful to him ..."

"Really? Master Xiao Xiao is really hard-working!" Yang Guanjia said in a low voice, without any emotion in the sound of no wind and no waves, but Xiao Feiyang heard the sarcasm in his words, he didn't mind, smiled. Looked at Yang Guanjia and said: "Yang Guanjia made a serious statement ..."

Now Xiao Bei is just a powerless and incompetent person. He is too lazy to deal with him. He is really bored in the dignity. He will come to the Sixth Prince's House to join in the fun and send Xiao Bei a rough cloth hat. Looks like Xiao Bei ...

Xiao Feiyang thought arrogantly. Afterglow, he accidentally saw Murong Xue standing not far away. His bright eyes narrowed suddenly: "It's you!"

"It's me!" Murong Xue's voice was soft.

"You also come to attend the birthday cousin of the six cousins?" Xiao Feiyang asked.