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A taunt was followed by a complex number of footsteps. 【Bayi Chinese Network High-quality update .】

It was a large crowd, hurried and disorganized, different from the neatness of the soldiers, a rabble.

Wearing green cloth short coats, blue gray trousers, and cloth shoes on their feet, more than 20 tall and sturdy men, holding Japanese-style semi-automatic double-barreled shotguns, surrounded Murong Painting Building, Adjutant Yi, and Adjutant Luo.

The central hall was suddenly crowded.

The steward's face was a little pale, and he breathed a sigh of relief, showing smugness.

Adjutant Yi and Adjutant Luo suddenly changed color, and their eyes were filled with anger.

Only Murong Hualou's eyes were calm, and there was no trace of waves.

Finally, the owner of the voice just now paced in.

purple robe, thick cloth shoes, gentle and elegant; Tall and thin, his gait is slow. wore a jasper wrench on his thumb, suspected of being a widow of the previous dynasty; There is a jade pipe between the fingers, and the fragrance of dry smoke overflows, and a little spark flickers.

When he saw his face clearly, Hualou was slightly surprised: He is Murong Bancheng? I thought he was such a rude person, but when I looked at it like this, it was very Wenxiu. Judging by his appearance, I can't imagine that he would do so many bastard things.

The eyebrows are slender, the eyes are round, the nose is straight, and the lip line is thin.

His chin is square, his chin is sharp, and other than that, their facial features are strikingly similar.

The painting building looked at him, and he also looked at the painting building.

looks similar to Murong Bancheng, and Hualou didn't think about it. Originally, they were half-siblings, so it's not surprising that they look alike.

Murong Bancheng showed a pleased smile, and his eyes softened a little.

"You're the painting building?" His voice softened, too, "I haven't seen you in years. Last time I saw you. It was six years ago, in the gazebo behind the ancestral hall of the family...... Do you remember? ”

There was some emotion in his voice, looking at her expectantly.

It's funny, that's the only feeling of the painting building. Their meeting was very funny.

So many guns pointed at her, but they talked to her about the past, which made her laugh. The painting building's face was still quiet and waveless, and his shining eyes fell softly on this brother who looked five points similar to himself. The laughter was a little naughty: "It's been so many years, and it's an irrelevant person and thing, and I don't remember it for a long time." You're big brother, right? ”

Sure enough, Murong Bancheng's face changed.

"Big brother, I heard that my mother has been unwell lately. I want to meet her. The voice of the painting building was gentle and soft, calm and calm, and he did not take these gun-carrying entourage in his eyes at all. Baidu search Bayi Chinese . See the latest chapter //

Murong Bancheng was a little surprised by her performance, as if her parents were so relieved to see their children come out. But when she heard her say that she wanted to see Mrs. Murong, her face suddenly fell: "See you next time, the old lady has been feeling unwell recently, and she has ordered no one to see." ”

His emotions were evident and all on his face. Look at that alone. It should be a rough person, and his face is just an illusion.

Murong Hualou smiled gently: "Big brother, my own brothers and sisters, we don't need to be so obscure, right?" What you did to my mother, and how it was spread outside, I have heard about it from far away in Yuzhou, and you should know it too. You didn't want me to see my mother. What if I have to see you? ”

Murong Bancheng's face had changed color. He said angrily: "Even if I don't want you to see the old lady, what can I do? I have the final say in this home! ”

"Then please make it convenient for the eldest brother to let our mother and daughter meet!" Hualou didn't seem to understand the decisiveness in Murong Bancheng's words, and still said indifferently.

Murong Bancheng's face turned red with anger, and looking at her calmness, he remembered the old man's leisurely appearance but controlled everything. I hated it very much in my heart, and waved my hand: "Send the third aunt and grandmother back!" ”

As soon as he finished speaking, something cold was pressed against his waist.

The dark blue Browning pistol was small and delicate, reflecting the delicate fingertips of the painting building, and the fingertips also had a blue luster. Her smile was still so light and elegant, without the slightest wave: "Big brother." You and I were born from the same root, fratricidal and fratricidal, and it was the bloodline of the Murong family that was hurt! I don't want my eldest brother's wealth, I just want to meet my biological mother, why is my eldest brother so ruthless? You are also a ...... of flesh and blood."

"Yes, I also have my own flesh and blood!" Murong Bancheng pouted slightly, with a ruthless voice in his voice, "I just talked to her a few words, and I was forced to separate for several years, and I will never see each other again!" But Er'er, after a few years of hard work, you forgot that you still have flesh and blood, and those heart-eating thoughts will fade! ”

He...... Have a lost child too?

The painting building was slightly surprised, but he didn't seem to be in the same sky as him. He seems to have a mental problem, she just said a casual word, which provoked such a strange argument from him, and his child did not disappear because of the painting building.

The retinue with guns on their shoulders could not advance or retreat.

Dealing with outsiders can be ruthless.

Dealing with her own young lady is just to scare her.

When the eldest master came, he said that he would not allow the third aunt and grandmother to have a single hair.

Now that the eldest master is being held hostage by the third aunt and grandmother, what are they going to do?

The atmosphere was sluggish, and the painting building was not sure that this Murong Bancheng was still a normal person.

There are normal means to deal with normal people, and there are naturally extraordinary means to deal with abnormal people.

But I heard Murong Bancheng's wild laughter: "Wow, I'll take you to meet her!" Now that you're back, since you want to see her, let's drum in front of the gong and open the skylight to say something! You come with me! ”

He took care of himself and left first, and the painting building hurriedly followed.

Adjutant Yi and Adjutant Luo also hurriedly followed, and those entourages were naturally not far behind and also followed.

The courtyard of the Murong family, with green trees and flowers, is lush and green; The rockery is beautiful, and the pond is clear; The light willow Fusu, the peach stamen competes for beauty, bypasses the pavilions and pavilions in several places, passes through a hand-copying verandah, and only arrives at a quiet courtyard.

The cyan half-high courtyard wall, the emerald green leaves of the vines falling on the arched flower gate, swaying with the emerald waves in the wind.

The courtyard is half furrowed with bamboo, and the stone tables and stone chairs are clean and dusty.

Tranquil and elegant, yet with ingenuity and sophistication.

The young maid greeted Murong Bancheng along the bluestone path, bowing her head respectfully and calling the eldest master.

The carved wooden doors of the two-story building were pushed open. There were also two maids standing at the door, both seventeen or eighteen years old, with good looks.

There was a dark fragrance in the spacious room, like rosemary in a smoker.

A screen of Hunan embroidered landscapes is in front of. The curtain in the inner room is half-hanging.

The adjutant and his entourage all stayed outside the courtyard, but Murong Bancheng and Hualou entered this room.

The maid who had just greeted them tiptoed through the curtain and went in, and quietly came out after a while, and whispered to Murong Bancheng and the painting building: "The old lady said that she was uncomfortable, and no one would see her!" ”

Murong Bancheng seemed to be angry, and said in a loud voice: "You go and ask again, it is said that the third aunt and grandmother of the Bai family came back from Yuzhou to see the old lady." Ask her if she sees it or not! ”

Looking at this posture, it seems that Mrs. Murong really doesn't want to see people.

When I came, I thought that as long as she was alive, everything would be easy! After leaving Lincheng, the years will slowly erase all the wounds and shame.

Murong Bancheng's voice just fell. There was a soft thud in the inner room, as if something had fallen on the floor.

The little maid glanced at the painting building, turned around and entered the inner room again.

came out in a moment, and looked at Murong Bancheng in embarrassment: "The old lady said, the third aunt and grandmother should go back, she is fine, don't worry about it." The third aunt and grandmother take care of themselves and take good care of Young Master Ban Cen. She was at ease. ”

"Mom!" Listening to the girl's words, the painting building was still uneasy in his heart. If she is still alive, why not see herself; If she's gone, what is this chamber for? Who exactly is it going to show it to? "Mom, are you okay? If you answer me, I will go back with peace of mind. It's rumored outside, saying that you're no longer there, and Bancen and I are in a hurry......"

and the voice of Soso.

“…… Painting Building! "Through a heavy curtain. Finally heard Mrs. Murong's voice, she choked up, "Painting Lou ......"

There is nothing else to say.

The painting building wanted to enter the curtain, but was stopped by two maids.

"Third aunt and grandmother, the old lady doesn't want to see anyone." The little maid shouted anxiously, and also grabbed the arm of the painting building.

What was more anxious than the little maid was Mrs. Murong. She hurriedly shouted: "Painting Building, don't come in!" Mother...... Mom was sick some time ago and lost a lot of weight, Mom...... I don't want you to feel sorry...... Mom, it's okay, don't come again. Just help Mom take care of Banzen! ”

It's weird.

What the hell happened to her?

There was some pain in the painting building's voice, and there was also a temptation: "Mom, I am going to give the purse you gave me last time, and I am going to give it to Bancen." He's in music school now and plays a good piano! Mom, I have a lot to say to you, please let me in....... let's talk to each other. ”

Mrs. Murong sobbed slightly and muttered, "Painting Lou, you don't have to test your mother. The purse was given to you by your mother, and she told you not to give it to Banzen! Mom is fine, but her face is not good and she doesn't want to see anyone. When you go back, tell Bancen to study in peace. Mom has been waiting for him to bring his daughter-in-law and son back to kowtow to Mom! ”

The painting building was slightly stunned.

It was behind Mrs. Murong's curtain, the voice was right, and the words were right.

She believed that it was impossible for Mrs. Murong to mention that purse to anyone.

So, why can't you meet her?

A bright light flashed in Hua Lou's mind: Did she destroy her appearance in order to resist Murong Bancheng?

Thinking of this, Hua Lou's sharp eyes slashed towards Murong Bancheng.

The lips that were similar to hers pursed slightly, sneered disdainfully, and went around the screen to go to the inner room: "Yingsleeve, do you still want to hide it now?" What about letting them know? Yingsleeve, let's go inside! ”

Behind the curtain, Mrs. Murong's mournful voice came: "Don't come in, don't let the painting building in!" You all go, all go out! ”

"If you don't let me in, I can tell her the same!" Murong Bancheng's voice was faintly sad and doting, and he sighed, "Yingsleeve, it's okay, let's go in!" Do you want me to tell Hualou alone, or do you want you to tell her yourself? ”

There was a long silence.

Rosemary floats in the air, making it calming.

The heart of the painting building was tightly gripped.

After a while, Mrs. Murong's voice choked again: "Painting Building, you come in!" ”

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