"Coming back?" Murong Qingxue held a book and looked at it quietly, with a quiet smile on her face, without raising her head, and said lightly towards the door.

"Miss Murong has a good sense of hearing, and if you don't look at it, you can know that this son is back. Under admiration, admiration. Ling Pingyang was very narcissistic and brushed the bangs on his forehead with his hand, and ran in with light steps.

"There are only three people in Xueyuan, Xinyun and I are here, except for you, who else can stand outside the door without making a sound?" Murong Qingxue put down the book and said with disgust.

Ling Pingyang didn't care, in just a few days, he had become accustomed to Murong Qingxue's attitude towards him, to say that his adaptability was really strong, even if he was abused and neglected, he could still find a reason to be happy. No, I pulled a chair, took a cup and poured some tea and drank it.

"Done?" Murong Qingxue looked at Ling Pingyang, who was only concerned about drinking water, and asked.

Ling Pingyang put down the cup in his hand and took a deep breath: "I'm tired to death." Do you know that just to come back and report to you the progress, I was in a hurry along the way, are you moved? ”

"Getting to the point!" Murong Qingxue didn't seem to appreciate it.

Ling Pingyang's face showed a hint of disdain, and he glanced at her: "Okay." After the jade tree is in the wind, handsome and chic, people love it, and the flowers bloom ......"

"Ling Pingyang, have you lived in an environment of inferiority since you were a child? You don't boast about yourself to death, because you are afraid that others will dislike you? ”

Ling Ping glanced at her, Murong Qingxue's words really hit him hard. He has grown so big, except that Dongfang Yunrui doesn't take him seriously, it's just her, as if he doesn't feel uncomfortable in his heart if he doesn't stimulate him.

"Say, have you done your mission?" Murong Qingxue's attitude was like a creditor, she didn't care at all about the man who was extremely handsome on the outside but extremely fragile on the inside......

Ling Pingyang nodded confidently, he was now thinking about how to describe what happened this night to Murong Qingxue, so that she could know how difficult and dangerous the shape was, and how he was not surprised and how to strategize.

"When you're done, let's go rest." Murong Qingxue pushed him out of the door, and then the door slammed shut.

Outside, a few lonely stars, a sad person.

Murong Qingxue lay on the bed, thinking about what was going to happen tomorrow, and she had a sense of revenge in her heart. She will no longer be left to the point where she was saved as before, on the contrary, she will not let go of anyone who has hurt her.

Sometimes, she also wonders if the enemy in the past life has not had the opportunity to wantonly hurt her in this life, in that case, she has changed from the role of a victim to a victim. Whenever this time she hesitates, but, in recent days, she has become firm again. From Murong Qingyi's disdain for her, from the Jiang family's exclusion of her mother, and from Dongfang Haonan's attack on Ling Pingyang, it can be seen that the storm is brewing. It's just that there are many forces now, and they haven't been connected yet.

Because she appeared with a memory, and changed the direction of things in time, but even if she deviated, she just had to remember that it was indispensable to guard against others. The bowl of peach blossom soup in the previous life, Xinyun's nostalgia before death, Yun Rui's despair, Dongfang Haonan's indifferent eyes, and Murong Qingyi's unbridled smile all automatically formed a lingering picture, Murong Qingxue closed her eyes violently, and opened her eyes suddenly, with worries in her eyes that did not match her age.

Sure enough, the next morning, Dongfang Haonan came to the General's Mansion again with a rain of swords.

As soon as Murong Bai heard the report of the housekeeper Lai'an, he hurriedly ran to the door to greet him, Dongfang Haonan was wearing a purple dress today, and his indifferent eyes made him even more unapproachable.

"The minister has seen the prince of Nan. I don't know what the prince is doing when he comes to our mansion today? Murong Bai looked respectful, and he was even more puzzled in his heart. If it was for the last assassin's incident, Dongfang Haonan had already come once, but he didn't catch up with the assassin. Even if you doubt him, you have to have an explanation.

Dongfang Haonan gestured to Jian Yu, and Jian Yu took out a dancing sword from his body, which was the sachet he snatched from Ling Pingyang's body last night.

Jian Yu shouted it into Murong Bai's hand, and said in a deep voice: "General, yesterday the prince and his subordinates fought with the assassin again, this was snatched from the assassin, it can prove that the general's mansion and the assassin colluded. When he said the last two words, Jian Yu deliberately slowed down and looked at Murong Bai.

Murong Bai snorted coldly: "Isn't Lord Nan joking?" What can this ordinary daughter's boudoir embroidery mean? With this sachet, can it be proved that it was my general's mansion that colluded with the assassins? It's really ridiculous and generous. Not to mention that there is no woman in this Xiling Kingdom who can't embroider sachets, not to mention who can tell where the assassins got this sachets. The prince referred to the deer as a horse like this, and Murong Bai did not dare to agree. ”

Murong Bai's words were sonorous, but Dongfang Haonan laughed: "General Murong, this king respects you as a general who protects the country, and also respects you for your meritorious service to Sheji, and he did not force you." Take a closer look at the words embroidered on the sachet and then talk back to the king. “

Hearing this, Murong Bai felt a little weak in his heart, could it be that there was really something wrong with this sachet? Looking down, I saw that the lower end of the sachet was shallowly embroidered with the words "Murong". Murong Bai's face turned pale, and he pointed to the sachet and said, "This ...... Lord, this ......"

"Alright, General Murong. Since this sachet is embroidered with the word Murong, and it was Jian Yu who chased the assassin to your general's mansion and disappeared before, it is certain that it has nothing to do with your general's mansion. Look, which lady in your house belongs to this embroiderer? ”

Murong Bai's eyes widened, and he was speechless: "Lord Wang, the minister is a martial artist, you let the minister see the embroiderer of this sachet, this, isn't this embarrassing for the minister?" ”

Dongfang Haonan thought that this was indeed the case, so he asked Murong Bai to call all the four young ladies in the mansion to the hall, in order to avoid some unnecessary trouble, the rest of the idle people were not allowed to approach the hall.

When Murong Qingxue heard Xinyun coming to pass the word, she knew that the person who should have come had come. I simply dressed up and moved to the main hall of the General's Mansion, and met Murong Jingli who was dressed up on the way.

"Third sister, what a coincidence!" Since the Liu family was the main room and Murong Qingxue had become a serious concubine, Murong Jingli looked at her differently, not only took the initiative to greet her, but also took her arm affectionately.

Murong Jingli just had a broken mouth in her previous life, and she really didn't do anything too much except for verbal oppression, not to mention that she also became a victim of her family in the coup d'état in which Murong Bai supported Dongfang Haonan's accession to the throne, and it was pitiful to think about it.

Murong Qingxue saw that her outfit today was even more delicate, and she didn't look out for it, but praised it: "Jingli's outfit today is really delicate, but what about it for Nan Wangye?" ”

If Murong Qingxue had called her maiden name before, Murong Jingli would have been furious. But now, she clearly recognized the status of the mansion, so when she heard Murong Qingxue call her like this, she suddenly smiled like a flower on her face: "The third sister said this, it's really embarrassing for the family." No matter how much my sister dresses up, she is not as good as her sister in eleven-twelve. ”

Murong Qingxue smiled, not gossiping, after all, there were still people waiting for them.

When I arrived at the hall, Dongfang Haonan sat coldly on the main seat, Murong Bai stood at the bottom, and Jian Yu stood beside Dongfang Haonan.

Murong Qingyi and Ning Yu had already arrived, standing sideways and bowing their heads silently.

"Participate in the South Prince!" Murong Qingxue and Jing Li saluted respectfully at the same time.

Dongfang Haonan looked at the two of them, Murong Jingli was jeweled and delicate, but this was commonplace for Dongfang Haonan, so he simply nodded. His eyes stayed on Murong Qingxue's body, emerald clothes, thin powder, one point more is bright, and one point less is light. What made him most curious was that there was always a faint application in her eyes, and she didn't seem to care about anything, but it couldn't be ignored. For example, at the Spring Festival banquet that night, she guessed her mystery lightly.

The two of them stood next to Murong Bai, and when they saw that the person had expired, Murong Bai said to Dongfang Haonan: "Lord Nan, the four daughters of the minister have arrived, and the prince can start." ”

Murong Bai nodded. Jian Yu brought the sachet to the four of them, and Dongfang Haonan's faint voice sounded: "Four young ladies, please take a closer look at which of you belongs to this sachet?" ”

Murong Qingyi glanced at it, and was shocked, this sachet had been lost inexplicably since the night before yesterday, and he hadn't found it for a long time, how could it be in the hands of Lord Nan?

Murong Ningyu and Jing Li also looked at the sachet, neither of them had seen it. Murong Ning said: "This is not mine, I have never embroidered such a sachet." ”

Murong Jingli had a strange look on her face, she saw Murong Qingyi's eyes staring at this sachet as if it was hers, but Murong Qingxue didn't care at all, and knew that it wasn't hers at a glance. And at this time, Murong Bai and Dongfang Haonan were very nervous about this sachet, could it? Could it be that the prince of Nan figured out the sachet guò to choose a concubine?

Murong Jingli's face was full of joy, although she liked Dongfang Juechen more, but from the Spring Festival banquet, it could be found that Dongfang Juechen did not have her in his heart, so she would take a gamble. If you become a person from Nanwangfu because of this sachet, then your status in the future will be high.

The more Murong Jingli thought about it, the happier she became, and when she saw that Murong Qingyi was about to reach out and take the sachet, she snatched it over: "Lord Huinan, this sachet is mine." ”

Dongfang Haonan's hand holding the teacup suddenly stopped, and Murong Bai's face turned pale, and he didn't dare to speak.

Murong Qingxue looked at Murong Qingyi's gradually relaxed expression lightly, and secretly scolded Murong Jingli in her heart for having no brains.

"You say, this sachet is yours?" Dongfang Haonan really didn't believe that Ling Pingyang's sweetheart would be this pompous fourth lady, so he confirmed it again.

Murong Jingli nodded busily, looking shy: "Lord Huinan, it is indeed Jingli's." ”

Murong Qingxue shook her head, there is really such a strange thing as Murong Jingli in the world, let's wait and see what happens.

The atmosphere at this time was surprisingly quiet. It's just that there is no sorrow and dark hatred, and silence is better than sound at this time.