"Find an excuse to answer him first." Xue Chongxun said in a deep voice.

Murong Yan brushed the messy hair on her head, frowned and groaned for a moment, and then said something out loud in Tuyuhun language. Fu Lu's voice also came from outside the door, and he muttered for a while, but Xue Chongxun naturally couldn't understand it.

He looked left and right, there was an old case by the wall, on which were placed the four treasures of the study, and there was a pair of black lacquer knife holders placed horizontally against the wall, on which there were two long and short Tang knives. Seeing this, he walked over quickly, holding the black lacquer knife holder with one hand, and gently grabbing the scabbard above with the other hand and holding it in his hand.

Murong Yan's eyes suddenly panicked, and he hurriedly whispered, "Xue Lang doesn't want it, what should my brother do?" She hurriedly moved over to grab Xue Chongxun, but as soon as she left, she found that her legs were trembling, and they were sore and soft. And the sticky things left in her body made her feel uncomfortable, and she felt that the grass there was also sticky, and the skirt was cold and cold.

Her eyes were panicked and worried, and she stepped forward and grabbed Xue Chongxun's arm tightly, and the deep sockets of her eyes were full of pleading with exotic water.

Seeing this, Xue Chongxun's heart softened, he lowered his head and pondered for a moment, and said in a deep voice: "The princess is too worried, unless it is absolutely necessary, I naturally will not act on impulse." There's a cupboard in there, so I'll hide for a while and then go out again. But I have to bring a weapon to defend myself, so as not to be killed in case of an emergency. ”

Murong Yan was a little relieved after hearing this. Xue Chongxun sighed and said to her, "Let it go, I'll go in first." ”

"Hmm."

Xue Chongxun lifted the hem of the robe and walked into the warm pavilion quickly, there was a bamboo curtain inside, and there was indeed a wooden cabinet inside the bamboo curtain, the suites here were all arranged like this, he knew it before, and it was not unexpected.

Murong Yan's skirt was uncomfortable, and after tidying up her clothes, she always felt that there was something wrong, but she couldn't rub it for too long, so she had to open the door hard. She was full of worry and fear, but she was finally a woman who had seen the scene, and she was able to keep her composure when it came to the end.

The old wooden door opened, and a fat man with colorful silk appeared in front of her, a person who was very familiar to her but very strange. Maybe Fu Lu often runs outside, the wind is strong and the sun is long on Qinghai, his face is very dark, this kind of black is different from Xue Chongxun's healthy and well-proportioned tan, Fu Lu's face is as black as if it is full of dirt and has not been washed. But he wore brightly colored clothes again, and the contrast was like a beggar who had just picked up a bag of gold, and drank a bowl of soy milk. How to look at it and how to feel that it is an eyesore.

But Murong Yan's dislike for him is secondary, and the main thing is awe. Their Murong family has relied on Fu Lu for a long time, and their survival depends on the snort of others, and this kind of psychology will not be eliminated for a while.

More than ten years ago, there was a turmoil in Tuguhun, and the royal power of the Murong clan was gone, and there were no longer any nobles attached to them; When it comes to Murong Xuan's generation, the younger generation is even more rootless. Then the Fulu clan, which had extensive connections in the upper class, recovered the tribes, and re-established the Murong clan on the throne through political marriages, of course, the real power was still in the hands of the Fulu family. The psychology of Murong Yan's family for a long time is like a person who has been isolated by people, and suddenly gets the friendship of a sociable person.

Violence is not the most powerful force in human society. The political power, the family, and the laws of individual survival have something in common. An isolated person who has no relationship is easy to be treated unfairly without pressure, bullying the weak and fearing the hard, and being favored by others; And a person who has extensive connections in the government and Haoqiang, others do not dare to act rashly against him, and he can only be polite and reasonable. Therefore, all the gates in the Tang Dynasty would try their best to marry and make friends, and the unity party could not only protect itself, but also be the source of strength.

Fu Lu's strength in Tuyuhun was similar, Murong Yan was in awe of him, afraid of him, and did not dare to do whatever he wanted just because he had befriended a great prince of the Tang Dynasty...... Besides, is this relationship between men and women really solid?

Murong Yan tried to leave all her messy thoughts behind, and opened the door with a lazy and boring look, just like a lazy Persian cat.

Fu Lu complained in Tuyuhun language: "Why is it so long? ”

Listening to the casual tone, he didn't have any doubts. Murong Yan's facial expressions and movements are in place, giving people the feeling that they are fine, so other details will not attract attention.

She said, "I lie down for a while, and when I get up, I have to put on my clothes, or I will be seen to be disheveled. We can't afford to lose our temper within the territory of the Tang Dynasty. ”

Fu Lu opened the door and walked in, and said with a smile: "What does it matter if I enter the house alone, and I am not in good clothes?" ”

Murong Yan hurriedly said: "Hurry in and close the door, it's cold." ”

When Fu Lu came in, she was in front of her, but she stepped aside and let Fu Lu go first, and she walked behind. The waist is sticky and wet, although the trousers are covered, and there are robes and skirts outside, but she always feels uncomfortable, for fear of being discovered, as if she can see Miduan behind Fulu Station. This feeling is like being uncomfortable for a few days, with all kinds of worries, worries, irritability and discomfort in my heart.

Now she just wants to hurry up and shower and change her clothes.

Because she was nervous, a layer of fine sweat appeared on her forehead, so she took out a handkerchief and dipped it lightly on her forehead, but unexpectedly the handkerchief fell to the ground under her distraction. She hesitated for a moment, and then squatted down to pick it up with her legs tightly together, for fear that the wet coat would imprint water stains on her coat.

Fu Lu looked at her cautious movements, and said strangely: "They are all outside, and there is no one else here." ”

"What do you mean?" Murong Yan replied with a puzzled look. Fu Lu touched his head, shook his head, and turned to go in.

Seeing Fu Lu walking into the Warm Pavilion, Murong Yan was very worried that he would find something like the cabinet behind the bamboo curtain, but after thinking about it, he had nothing to do with the cupboard...... Scare yourself, as long as you don't make people suspicious, there shouldn't be a problem for the time being! She took a deep breath to calm down, and then couldn't wait to call the slave maid to fetch hot water. The yamen arranged for them to be taken care of by maids and slaves, and they were treated with courtesy.

After the water came in, it was put into the warm pavilion, and the bronze mirror on the dresser was soon covered with a layer of fine beads, and the mirror image became even more hazy.

Murong Yan pushed Lu out: "You go and stay outside, I want to bathe and change clothes." ”

Fu Lu smiled: "What can't I see? ”

Murong Yan's heart suddenly became anxious, and she glanced at the cabinet with great concern, but fortunately there was no movement. She understands the psychology of some men, and this kind of oil-like thing is very unstable at certain times, and it is easy to lose restraint in anger.

In a hurry, she said viciously: "Let you see, what can you do?" Plain tormented me. Get out there and you'll be fine for a while! ”

Fu Lu's face suddenly swelled like a pig's liver, and he looked like someone had torn off his face, and he was angry, bitter and ashamed, annoyed and ashamed. That aspect seems to be his taboo, and things with extreme inferiority will induce extreme self-esteem, self-deception, and cover-up.

Her words don't seem to mean that he can't do it, but that you have become a prostitute!

"Smack!" A loud crisp voice sounded in Murong Yan's ears.

She saw the golden light, like fireworks in the sky, blooming in the clear night sky with a bang, and people could fly, fluttering in the air, praying with their eyes closed.

"Silk ......" faintly she heard the muffled sound of metal rubbing, it was a sharp blade gently unsheathed?

In the first moment, the feeling in her heart turned out to be not fear, but relief. That knife has a heart, and it is enough to have this heart. The cold horizontal knife is no longer synonymous with violence, it is full of tenderness and dances beautifully among the petals of the red sky, drawing a perfect arc.

But Murong Yan came back to her senses from her fantasy in an instant, and desperately pounced on the cupboard, leaning against the door with her back, pretending to be like a frightened rabbit, curled up in front of the cupboard: "Please, for the sake of King Khan......"

She was not begging for Volus, but for another person.

Fu Lu sighed in place, and after his anger was vented, pity made him lower his arm, wanting to comfort him. But he didn't know: when he was pitying Murong Yan, Murong Yan was pitying him and pitying him.

"Don't come here!" Murong Yan pretended to be afraid, "You go out...... Stay back. ”

"Okay, okay, I'll get out." Fu Lu said with some reproach.

Murong Yan was very relaxed at this time, and she felt very comfortable. That slap was so good, it directly knocked out her guilt of betrayal and the condemnation of her conscience.

Although the Murong clan has lost its real power, its status is clear, Murong Yan has never been slapped since she was a child, and the first time she experienced it, it turned out that being beaten could be so cool.

It's like facing a bunch of tangled messes, and the swift blades pass by, and every qiē is relaxed and clean.

…… The water is still hot, the air is still cold, and the white smoke is emitting from the bathtub, making the ancient warm pavilion waft with a gentle mist, and every qiē is like a dream. Murong Yan gently pulled off the hairpin on the green silk, and with a slight swing of her head, the green silk was softly scattered on the shoulders and neck of Ruyu Ruxue, and then she shook her head to adjust the hanging hair, very skillfully covering the swollen left side of her face. She wants to bring out the best in herself, and she can't let the scars affect her beauty.

She felt that she was not doing such a trivial thing as bathing, but dancing gracefully, in front of the man who admired her.

Strands of clothes left her body, and she knelt in the tub with her back to the bamboo curtain facing the cupboard. Charming eyes stared at the old cupboard with big affectionate eyes, white teeth gently biting soft and tender red lips, and shaved fingers like onions on his beautiful right cheek.

The elastic and full chest curve trembled gently in the smoke. She raised her head, revealing the delicate skin of her throat, her fingers running down her chin and neck, and her face was a misty and intoxicated expression. G