Mrs. Feng was angry, and Mrs. Mei was not happy.

"Mother, I don't want to marry Ling Chen, I don't want to be a concubine," Murong shuang cried silently, "Mother, please!" ”

Mrs. Mei cried: "Master Hou has already agreed. It is said that this is also the meaning of the lady in our house. ”

Murong Shuang was suddenly stunned, unexpectedly, her fate would come as soon as she was said, and she would not be able to escape the word concubine.

It was Murong Jiao's meaning, and there would be no room for maneuver in the matter.

Murong Shuangbei came from it, only felt that her heart was full of bitterness, she knew since she was a child that she couldn't escape the fate of the side room, so she pretended to be well-behaved and sensible in front of people, especially in front of her mother-in-law, hiding clumsy and foolish, respecting her elders, treating her subordinates well, wholeheartedly pleasing and flattering her mother-in-law, and silently enduring the bullying of her sisters and brothers, so that she would not be sent to the side room like other sisters and chess pieces in the future, and look up to the snort of the main room like her biological mother to live.

But the result? No matter how hard she tries, she still can't change the fate of being a concubine.

Murong Shuang stood up from Mrs. Mei's arms, straightened his chest, bit his lip and said, "For my mother!" I'll marry! ”

Mrs. Mei knew that Murong Shuang's wish since she was a child was that she would rather marry into a poor family as the original main room than marry into a wealthy family as a side room. Although she went to the Jin Palace, she was a concubine and married high as Murong Shuang's concubine, but after all, she was also a humble concubine, and it was better to be a main room in ordinary people than in this, Mrs. Mei was a person who came over and deeply understood the suffering. But in addition to feeling distressed for his daughter, he had no other choice.

"Shuang'er, if you want to blame it, blame your mother for not having the ability."

Murong Shuang cried and knelt down in front of his mother: "Mother, don't blame yourself. It's all my daughter's life. ”

Murong Shuang wiped away his tears, "I'll go see the sixth sister." "Things have evolved like this, and I don't know what the sixth sister thinks in her heart, whether she will blame her.

Murong Shuang came to Qiujian Courtyard, but he pounced.

"Miss Six left the house early in the morning." A rough envoy stepped forward to serve tea for Murong Shuang.

"Then I'll wait here for the sixth sister to come back." Murong Shuangdao.

At this time, Murong Yan was sitting in a luxurious inn.

On the bed lay a young man, the same one she had rescued from outside the city that day.

With a flick of her wrist, she retrieved the golden needle from the man's body.

Yuzhu hurriedly grabbed the man's wrist to check the pulse, and wondered: "Obviously there is no big problem, why don't you wake up for a long time." ”

Murong Yan said lightly: "If a person doesn't want to wake up, no matter how good his medical skills are, it is useless. ”

Yuzhu was puzzled, and the expression on his face became even more confused, in this world, there are still patients who don't want to be good?

Murong Yan packed up the medicine box, and left with Yuzhu without saying a word.

The footsteps faded away.

The man on the bed slowly opened his eyes, and saw a petite and delicate figure disappear into the corner of the door.

It's really hard to blend with this clear and beautiful back with that cold voice.

His tall figure propped himself up, moved his legs, and slowly stepped out of bed.

The door was pushed open, and the girl folded back, and was stunned when she saw him sit up.

"What are you doing?" He said with a little bit of annoyance.

"Third Young Master Nangong, my young lady said, let you prepare the consultation fee, and settle the account of the inn." Yuzhu put away his surprised expression and said.

The third young master of Nangong?

Third Young Master Nangong......

The man hesitated for a moment, then nodded slowly.

Yuzhu's figure disappeared in the doorway.

The man sat on the bed in a daze, unable to tell who he was for a while.

Is he the third young master of the Nangong family, or the lone star of the Soul Snatcher Pavilion?

That unbelievable scene still makes him palpitate today.

At that time, he was the master of the Soul Snatcher Pavilion, Lone Star, who received a huge amount of money from the Nangong family and wanted to kill the third young master of Nangong. He has seen a lot of things carried by this kind of family, and it is not surprising, the Soul Snatcher Pavilion is a killer organization, as long as whoever can afford to pay for it, he will do things for whom.

Such a large business, of course, is brought forward by him, the pavilion master. I don't want that Nangong Ze is not a fuel-efficient lamp, even if he dies, he has to pull a bottom, Nangong Ze pretended to be dead and gave him a fatal blow when he leaned over to inspect.

Just when he was weak, suddenly, something strange happened, a spirit rushed in and squeezed him out. His weak soul couldn't fight with that powerful soul at all, so he had to be exposed to the sun, and just when his soul was about to fly away, he saw Nangong Ze who was dying, so he squeezed Nangong Ze's soul out and occupied his body.

He watched Nangong Ze's soul fly away in the sun, that kind of miserable situation, even a person with blood on his hands, was miserable.

Thinking of this, he clenched his fists, Lone Star, I will not destroy you in this life, and I will not be a man.

He didn't know where that person came from or where he was sacred, only that he was now the same person he used to be, the master of the Soul Reaver Pavilion, Lone Star.

***

Murong Shuang waited for Murong Yan to come back with an uneasy heart.

Facts have proved that Murong Shuang thought a lot.

Murong Yan is an impostor, not the Murong Yan who loves Ling Chen with all her heart, there is no Ling Chen in her heart, Ling Chen will marry whoever she likes, of course she won't mind the slightest.

"Are you willing to marry Ling Chen?" Murong Yan looked at her red and swollen eyes from crying, and asked with a frown.

Ling Chen, that bastard, are all the women in the world dead? Do you have to marry the daughter of Murong Mansion?

"It is said that it is the meaning of the concubine, and my father has agreed, do I still have a choice?" Murong Shuang's voice was almost inaudible, his face was a little pale, his expression was sad and sad, and there was no half of joy, which made people look at me with pity.

Obviously, Murong Shuang didn't like Ling Chen.

Murong Yan said: "If you don't like it, you won't get married, I'll go and tell Murong Hou with you." Murong Yan has always called Murong Hou like this, there is no respect in her words, she doesn't treat him as a father at all, and Murong Shuang is used to hearing it.

"Don't go!" Murong Shuang hurriedly pulled her, "Sixth sister goes, maybe it will work, but ...... Wronged or mother-in-law. ”

"Third sister, are you willing?" This is the first time Murong Yan has called her third sister after waking up.

Murong Shuang smiled, but his smile was more ugly than crying, "What can I do if I'm unwilling?" My mother finally lifted my wife and didn't have to be bullied anymore, if I didn't know each other...... Think of it as a mother! ”

"Besides, with my identity, I actually married a prince, how many people dream of something, I can be regarded as picking up a big bargain, I should wake up with a smile in my dreams, what else is not satisfactory?" Murong Shuangqiang pretended to smile, but tears flowed down in a daze.

Is it so reluctant to marry? To be an ancient woman is to be sad.

Seeing Murong Shuang crying with pear blossoms and rain, it was almost difficult to control himself, Murong Yan's cold face warmed up by half a minute, obviously moved by compassion, and hesitated to help Murong Shuang. The original owner and Murong Shuang have been in and out since childhood, two good sisters who have no guesses, and they are best friends who whisper in the middle of the night and talk about everything, and she has a little struggle in her heart.