As she spoke, it was time for Zhixue to stretch her waist, and there were nearly 50 patterns on the stacked paper on the table. Murong Shan Yue picked up another set of white dark pattern ink and said, "You guys go out first, I'll change my clothes." Zhixue replied: "Miss, I'll stay and clean up!" Murong Huang and Jin'er turned around and went out.

After a while, Murong Danyue changed her clothes and sat on the chair next to the table. Zhi Xue walked behind Murong Danyue and gently untied the head rope that tied her hair, and her waterfall-like hair slanted down, wafting with a faint fragrance. Zhi Xue divided Murong Danyue's hair into five parts, divided the top one into two pinches for bangs, and tied the rest with the bottom two parts to drink under the moon, and fixed it with mutton fat jade auspicious cloud hairpins. I have to say that Murong Danyue's hair is smooth and bright, black and soft, and combing her hair is what she likes to do the most. She took out the rouge box and carefully painted Murong Danyan's willow eyebrows into slightly thick sword eyebrows.

Zhi Xue only made a contemplative state, stared at Murong Shan Yue for a long time, and suddenly laughed evilly: "Miss, fortunately, the slave maid knows that you are a woman, otherwise the slave maid would want to marry you." Murong Shan Yue's face was dark: "Don't you little girl want to live?" "Murong Shan Yan's eyes are not the kind of Danfeng eyes, but as big as black grapes, revealing pure light. The high bridge of the nose sits above the cherry-like little mouth. Although the sword eyebrows are drawn, they are not as starry as the sword feathers, although they are women, they are not evil. On the contrary, there is a kind of fairy who does not eat the fireworks of the world, not charming and not evil, not rigid or hard, but a bit of a white-faced scholar.

Get up and go, your sleeves gently brushing a gust of wind. Fortunately, Murong did not let Murong Shan Yue learn lotus steps, Murong Shan Yue is not the kind of rough walking, walking style, nor is she as weak as a woman in the boudoir. adds an elegant atmosphere, which is also in line with his temperament.

Walking out of the carriage, Murong Huang and Jin'er were stunned for a moment. Immediately, Murong Huang strode towards the carriage, and then Zhixue walked out. And Jin'er was still staring at Murong Shan Yue, and Murong Shan Yue coughed lightly. Immediately, Jin'er walked over and said, "Miss, is it really you?" Murong Shan Yue patted Jin'er's head and said, "What stupid things are you talking about, it's not who I am." ”

Jin'er looked aggrieved: "Miss, you are really beautiful." Zhixue glanced at Jin'er with disdain: "When is our young lady not beautiful." Jin'er said anxiously: "No, it's not the beauty of a woman, it's the beauty of a man, but it's not the beauty of femininity." Murong Shan Yue smiled helplessly.

While talking and laughing, Murong Huang also came out, showing the appearance of a rich son, and different from Murong Danyue, with another charm. Murong Shan Yue circled around Murong Huang a few times and sighed, "There are a few girls who are crying alone in the boudoir, and my younger brother will not step on the threshold when he opens it in the future." ”

Murong Huang looked helpless: "Then my brother won't be worse than my younger brother" Murong Shan Yan pretended to be angry and said: "Boy, how dare you talk back?" Murong Huang hid behind Zhixue and said with a smile: "Don't dare, don't dare, but I have to say that this is the truth." ”

Zhi Xue covered her mouth and smiled: "The two young masters should go back to the car quickly" Back in the car, Jin'er looked out at the door, Murong Shan Yue said with a slight straight face: "Although we are far away, we have to guard against it, the surname Murong can no longer be used, then my name will be Rong Shan, and Huang'er's name will be Rong Huang, so be it." I'm afraid you're tired from your journey, so I'll keep vigil for you. Rong Huang said: "I'll keep watch for the second half of the night." ”

Jin'er said: "No, you are the master, how can you keep it." I'll keep it with Oriyuki. Rong Shan smiled: "There is nothing that can't be done, let's go, we must rely on each other in the future, then so be it, I'll keep watch for the middle of the night." Rong Huang agreed: "But I don't want to wake up until tomorrow, but you are not allowed to call me." ”

The night became darker and darker like splashed ink, and Rong Shan's heart sank again. Pain, I'm afraid it can't be described for a long time, the memories over and over again made her unable to get rid of it, and before she knew it, Murong Huang woke up and saw his brother's frowning brows, his heart seemed to be grabbed by someone, and he wanted to grow up hard and take revenge even more firmly. Walking over, Rong Shan looked at Rong Huang, smiled, got up and took a cloak to put on Rong Huang, and said, "It's cool in the middle of the night, put it on." ”

Rong Shan went back to sleep, 'Who are you, who are you, why can't you always see your face.' He was startled to find that the carriage was near. Turning his head to see Rong Huang's tired sleeping face, Rong Shan's heart felt a little warm. Because he still has his brother.

"It's noon, Miss, get up and eat something, there's still an hour and a half to go." Zhixue just finished speaking. Rong Huang opened his eyes and gave Rong Shan a bright smile. The group talked and laughed again and went to the clothing shop.