"Brother Chen, why did you come here? It's dirty and shabby, but it's not like yours. A crisp female voice sounded behind her.

Murong Qian trotted all the way over, the little face of the red servant was full of excitement, and there was a touch of shyness in the joy. She grabbed Ling Chen's arm as usual, Ling Chen shook it in disgust, but instead of shaking it off, she threw Murong Qian to the ground with a sudden force.

Murong Qianwu didn't believe that Brother Chen would treat her like this, and there were tears of grievance in her eyes, "Brother Chen? What exactly am I doing wrong? Why are you doing this to me? ”

You are wrong, and you should not help the abuse!

Ling Chen had already inquired clearly, and Murong Qian had bullied Murong Yan for Mrs. Feng.

Murong Qian has always helped him communicate with Murong Makeup, playing the role of a magpie bridge. He can't say everything about women's thoughts, and he can also say it in his chest, how can he not see Murong Qian's girlish feelings?

Ling Chen flicked his sleeves, and walked away without looking at Murong Qian.

Murong Qian got up from the ground, pulled Ling Chen's sleeve and said, "Brother Chen, Qian'er has something to tell you. ”

Ling Chen endured his impatience and said, "This king is very busy, if you have anything to say, say it quickly." ”

Murong Qian didn't speak for a long time, just lowered her head and played with the corners of her clothes.

Ling Chen walked away.

Murong Qian hurriedly grabbed him, and her voice was like a fly: "Brother Chen has set up a concubine, have you ever thought about accepting a side concubine?" Qian'er doesn't mind emulating Empress E's ...... with her second sister."

Speaking of this, Murong Qian's little face was already red like a persimmon, and she couldn't say any more.

"What nonsense?" Ling Chen scolded unceremoniously.

He thought about accepting a side concubine, but it was not this arrogant and willful Murong Qian, but Murong Yan.

"Brother Chen, I'm not messing around, I really like you." Murong Qian saw Ling Chen flicking his sleeves and leaving, and he couldn't care about being shy, so he hurriedly confessed, "I can't marry Brother Chen, I'd rather die." ”

In the past, there was a second sister, but Ling Chen only had the second sister in her eyes, and she didn't dare to show it to the second sister at all, for fear that the second sister wouldn't even be able to see Ling Chen's face after she knew about it. Now that Ling Chen has finally become her second brother-in-law, she dares to summon up the courage to confess.

"This king only treats you as a sister, and has no love for you between men and women, so you should die." After Ling Chen finished speaking, he walked away, not wanting to stay for a moment.

Murong Qian covered her face aggrievedly and began to cry.

Baibu has been hiding in the shadows, and he can see the scenes here clearly, this Miss Murong Liu, is really terrifying! Now he finally understands the meaning of his master's sentence "Miss Murong Sixth is not a simple person"! If she really wants to fight, I'm afraid she won't be her opponent.

Baibu Wu thought to himself, and suddenly there was a strange wind behind him, and when he turned around, he was surprised that three embroidery needles flew towards him.

Baibu knew that this was Murong Yan's mercy.

Murong Yan, who was dressed in white like snow, stood not far behind him, his face was cold, and the white silk in his hand rolled towards his waist like a water snake.

Baibu has followed Ling Jin since he was a child, has been trained by Ling Jin for many years, and has become one of the few secret guards around Ling Jin, how can he be so easy to be captured? In shock, she flashed Bai Aya, but her arm was hit by an embroidery needle.

Fortunately, he was hit by one, and if he was hit by all three, his little life would be over.

Baibu felt that it was really embarrassing, no matter how hard the task was, he had never been injured, and he didn't expect to be injured this time, and he was injured by a woman who seemed to be weak. Although there are many sneak attacks, it is also because I am too fascinated by watching the play.

Bai Aya didn't actually strangle him, Murong Yan was a little deflated, and with a wave of the other water sleeve, dozens of embroidery needles flew towards the hundred like rain, and after sealing his retreat, the white silk in his hand rolled over without a edge.

Either you are rolled up by white silk, or you die with an embroidery needle, and the only way back is the yard under the roof!

In just a moment, Baibu flashed a thousand thoughts, and in desperation, with the tragedy of a strong man's broken wrist, he jumped and fell off the roof - he would rather fall to his death than be captured by Murong Yan.

If the master knew that he was so embarrassed, it is estimated that he would not be embarrassed by his side in the future.

Seeing that the hundred departments were obediently captured, Murong Yan snorted coldly, raised the white silk in his hand, tied a knot on the pillar of the roof, and jumped off the roof and landed in the courtyard with his strength, but his eyes looked in the other direction.

Baibu was secretly surprised, it turned out that he could borrow strength so hard, even if he didn't know how to do light work, he would fall to the ground lightly.

Following her gaze, the building was empty.

Baibu secretly sighed that he was unlucky, just now Qingyue was in that corner, doing the same thing as him-voyeurism, Miss Murong Liu attacked herself first, and was slipped away by Qingyue's bastard.

Murong Yan retracted her gaze and stared at Baibu indifferently.

Baibu looked embarrassed, like a child who had done something wrong, standing in the courtyard with his head hanging and waiting for Murong Yan to make trouble.

This is also what his master specially confessed when he went out.

In case she catches you, don't do anything, just admit it obediently.

Murong Yan looked at him, her voice was cold and boundless: "You have been following me since last night, and after I returned home, you have been guarding my roof without eating, drinking, or sleeping, aren't you tired?" ”

100 departments: "......"

It turns out that everyone knows about it.

"Tired." Baibu gritted his teeth and honestly admitted.

"Would you like to come in and have a cup of tea?"

100 departments: "......"

Did you hear it wrong?

Miss Murong Liu actually invited him into the house for tea?

Baibu looked stunned, raised his head and glanced at Murong Yan quickly, and found that although Murong Yan smiled gently, he had no warm smile, and the coldness in his eyes was so obvious.

Baibu's scalp is a little numb.

"Since you don't want to drink tea, I won't keep you!" Murong Yan said coldly, "Go back and tell your master, what he wants to know, you can come and ask me in person, I will definitely know everything, say everything, don't have to be secret." ”

Go back and tell your master? She didn't know who his master was.

Baibu was about to take a step, but Murong Yan shouted again: "It's best not to let me see you again next time!" Otherwise, ask Ling Jin to prepare to collect the corpse for you. ”

One of the hundred stumbles under his feet.

How did Miss Murong Liu know? He was Ling Jin's hidden guard, and he only appeared in front of everyone unless necessary. From yesterday to now, Miss Murong Liu has only met her master once, how do you know that he is the master's person?

Baibu heard a hint of murder in the cool voice, and his back felt cold. He had no doubt that if Murong Yan really wanted to kill him just now, he might not be able to see his master again.

Miss Murong Liu is so terrible that he won't come here to squat in the future.

After the hundred departments left, everything returned to quiet. The warm sunlight shone into the courtyard, mottled under the shadows of the trees, and under the shadows sat Murong Yan, who was in a good mood, with a lazy expression and scattered movements, and the white sunlight shone on her beautiful face, like a beautiful spring painting.

This kind of sunbathing day is really pleasant, I'm afraid the life of the gods is nothing more than that! Murong Yan sighed.