"Yes?" Lingjing responded.

"However, Nangong Yehua has already given you to me."

"I only recognize one master."

"Anyway, you're mine now, so, from now on, I'm your master."

"It's not impossible for you to be my master."

"What are the requirements? To be your master? ”

"If you marry my master, you will naturally become my master."

"Huh." Murong Chuqing sneered.

This spirit mirror actually knows how to force marriage.

Nangong Yehua's things are really devoted to him.

"Why don't you speak?" Lingjing asked.

"Anyway, sooner or later, I will become Nangong Yehua's wife, and I will become your master sooner or later."

"I won't be able to count until the day you get married!"

"Even the spirit mirror is so pretentious!" Murong Chuqing muttered in a low voice.

"That's it, that's it, it doesn't matter if you don't recognize me as the master now, then can I take a look at the Charm King?" Murong Chuqing asked Lingjing.

"Why do you want to see your master?" Lingjing asked again.

"Forget it, forget it, don't look at it." Murong Chuqing didn't know why he wanted to see Nangong Yehua.

Out of sight is better for being clean.

"The most important thing for you now is to cultivate, don't think about other things." Lingjing said.

"Nangong Yehua seems to be injured, I'm a little worried about him." Murong Chuqing said.

"Don't worry about the master's affairs, the master Jiren has his own natural appearance, and his injuries are fine."

"Is he really hurt?"

Murong Chuqing originally suspected that Nangong Yehua was injured, otherwise why did he run to the Phoenix Pool.

It must have been on the day of the Fighting Spirit Competition, and he rescued her, so he was injured.

But she didn't know anything at the time.

"Go and cultivate, I can't bother you anymore."

"Well, I want to know, how is he doing?" Murong Chuqing wanted to learn about Nangong Yehua's situation from the Spirit Mirror.

But the spirit mirror no longer responded to Murong Chuqing's words.

It was useless for her to worry about it now.

Okay, then she'll go and cultivate now.

So, Murong Chuqing sat cross-legged on the ground.

When she first started cultivating, Murong Chuqing still couldn't calm her mind, but she didn't force herself.

Later, slowly, she began to get into the groove.

When she got into the mood, she felt very comfortable.

……

An hour has passed.

Murong Chuqing finally stopped cultivating.

Fortunately, I am in good shape today.

She had to keep it up.

Only by practicing diligently in the past few days can there be hope for the national competition.

It wasn't too early, and Murong Chuqing felt a little hungry at this time.

At this time, there was a burst of fragrance wafting outside......

Murong Chuqing's nose was very smart, she knew where this smell came from, so she walked out of her room and walked towards the place where the smell wafted from......

Walking and walking, Murong Chuqing walked to the backyard.

There are not many people here, but there are people who cook and eat here?

No, it's not boiling, it's grilling.

Murong Chuqing felt that he would definitely not be wrong, it must be barbecue.

So, she walked on.

Sure enough, she saw a fire and a roast chicken......

The subordinates of the Murong Mansion are really bold enough to dare to barbecue here.

But what about the people who barbecue here?

Why don't you see people?

"Who roasted the chicken here?" Murong Chuqing asked.

"Big ...... The eldest lady ...... "At this moment, a man in shabby clothes came up.

"Who are you? How to barbecue here? Murong Chuqing looked the man up and down and asked again.

"The little one is a subordinate in the Murong Mansion, hungry, caught a pheasant, and thought about roasting it."

"What's your name?"

"The little one is called Mu Ran."

"Mu Ran? Why haven't I seen you before? ”

"There are so many subordinates in Murong Mansion, and it's normal that the eldest lady hasn't seen a minion."

"Hmm."

"Miss, don't tell the old lady that the little one is hiding in the backyard to roast chicken, if the old lady knows, the little one will suffer."

"Okay, I won't tell my father and aunt, but your roast chicken will score me some."

Murong Chuqing is really a foodie, and she can't wait to eat that roast chicken now.

"Okay, okay." Mu Ran hurriedly distributed the roast chicken to Murong Chuqing to eat.

"Thanks." Murong Chuqing took half of the roast chicken and thanked him.

"Isn't it delicious?" Mu Ran looked at Murong Chuqing and asked.

"Well, it's delicious, it's a good baking technique." Murong Chuqing held the roast chicken in one hand and gave Mu Ran a thumbs up with the other.

"If the eldest lady likes to eat, the little one will go to the mountain tomorrow to catch a pheasant." Mu Ran said.

"You're just a subordinate in the mansion, can you leave the mansion at will?" Murong Chuqing asked.

"Yes, as long as the little one is busy with the work at hand, the housekeeper can let the little one out."

"Oh, that's right."

"Is there enough for the eldest lady? If it's not enough, the small one will give this chicken leg to the eldest lady to eat. ”

"No need, no need, you can eat."

Soon, Murong Chuqing finished half of the roast chicken, because her stomach was really hungry.

"Miss, come back tomorrow at this time to eat roast**."

"Okay, okay, I haven't eaten roast chicken for a long time, and I like the roast chicken you make."

"I'll see you tomorrow."

"Okay, see you soon."

"The little one has to go first, if the housekeeper can't see me, he will definitely look for me."

"Okay, you go get busy, I have to go back to my room."

"The little one is leaving."

After speaking, Mu Ran turned around and left.

Murong Chuqing looked at Mu Ran's back as he left, and was in a daze.

His back looks a little similar to Nangong Yehua.

No way.

It must be that she misses Nangong Yehua too much.

Murong Chuqing didn't want to think about it anymore, so she went back to her room.

"Miss, where have you just been? The slave and maid have already prepared dinner, and the young lady must be hungry. Xiaohong had already brought the food to Murong Chuqing's room, but who knew that she was not in the room.

"I've already eaten something, and I'm not hungry now." Murong Chuqing shook his head and said.

"Where is the young lady going to eat?" Xiaohong asked.

"I'm tired, you can take all these things away." Murong Chuqing didn't respond to Xiaohong's words, so he ordered her.

"Yes, miss." Xiaohong didn't dare to ask any more, and walked out with her meal.

"Hey, wait a minute." Murong Chuqing suddenly stopped Xiaohong.

"Does the young lady have any other orders?" Xiaohong hurriedly returned to Murong Chuqing's side and asked.

"I don't need to prepare dinner tomorrow." Murong Chuqing said.

"Why doesn't Miss want to have dinner?"

"I made an appointment with someone to have dinner together, so you don't have to prepare."

"Who did the young lady make an appointment with?"

"Xiaohong, I said, don't ask about things you shouldn't ask." Murong Chuqing said solemnly.

"Yes, Miss, the slave knows." Xiaohong knew, so naturally she didn't dare to ask any more, "Then Miss, the slave will retreat first." ”

"Well, go ahead." Murong Chuqing nodded.

It was already late, and Murong Chuqing also felt sleepy.

She lay in bed, but she couldn't sleep.

When I thought of Mu Ran, I also thought of Nangong Yehua.

Murong Chuqing took out the spirit mirror again.

"Spirit mirror, spirit mirror, I don't seem to have any effect on holding you."

"If you want to observe someone's every move, you just need that person's blood to flow to the mirror." Lingjing responded.

"Whose move do I want to observe?" Murong Chuqing was thinking.

However, Murong Chuqing really wanted to observe Mrs. Murong and Murong Yuyao's every move.

The mother and daughter have a bad stomach and think about how to frame Murong Chuqing all day long, if they can know their mother and daughter's every move, it would be good.

"However, it doesn't seem easy to get their blood to flow to your mirror."

"I'm sure you'll have a way."

"Okay, I'll figure it out."

Murong Chuqing chatted with Lingjing for a while, and felt that he was really sleepy, so he fell asleep.

……

Day 2.

When Murong Chuqing woke up, it was already noon.

It's time for lunch.

Xiaohong had been guarding the door of the room, and she didn't dare to come in and disturb Murong Chuqing.

"You can bring me lunch." After Murong Chuqing finished dressing up, he ordered Xiaohong.

"Yes, miss." Xiaohong went to the small kitchen and brought dinner to Murong Chuqing.

After lunch, Murong Chuqing began to think about roast chicken.

I made an appointment with Mu Ran last night to eat roast chicken together today, and I don't know if Mu Ran will release Murong Chuqing's pigeons.

"Miss, you've already had lunch, do you want to practice in the afternoon?" Xiaohong asked cautiously.

"The national competition is coming soon, so I naturally have to practice diligently." Murong Chuqing glanced at Xiaohong and nodded in response.

In the afternoon, Murong Chuqing had been cultivating all the time.

In the evening, Murong Chuqing left his room and went to the backyard.

Before she could reach the backyard, she smelled the scent.

It seems that Mu Ran did not release Murong Chuqing's pigeons.

"The eldest lady came early."

Mu Ran was roasting the chicken, and before it was cooked, Murong Chuqing came.

"I did come a little early today."

"The eldest lady is waiting for the little one on the side, and when the little one is cooked this chicken, the small one will be brought to the eldest lady to eat."

"yes, okay."

Murong Chuqing watched Mu Ran's roast chicken from the side, and she kept staring at him.

No matter how you look at it, Murong Chuqing feels that Mu Ran is very similar to Nangong Yehua, except for the face that is not like it, everything else is similar.

"Miss, the little one has already cooked the chicken, and the eldest lady has to eat a whole chicken by herself today." Mu Ran gave the cooked chicken to Murong Chuqing.

"Why?" Murong Chuqing asked suspiciously.

"There's still something small, and I have to get busy."

"That Tomorrow ......"

Before Murong Chuqing's words were finished, Mu Ran left in a hurry.

After Mu Ran left Murong Mansion, he tore off the skin on his face...... I want to talk with more like-minded people about "The Demon Concubine is on the Top: The Addiction of the Black Husband", and pay attention to "Youyue Literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find a confidant~