"Young Master, Miss made an appointment with Young Master Ran to watch a movie today."

"Young Master, Miss went to play mahjong with Mrs. Wei today.

"Young Master, Miss went to the suburbs with Young Master Ran to ride a horse today."

……

Seeing off Murong Pavilion for several days in a row, Ah Xiang was still a little apprehensive in her heart, as soon as the sky was bright today, she opened the courtyard door as usual, and looked at the humble and noble son who came dressed in morning dew, "Young master, ......"

Ah Xiang got stuck, and the reason for today's shirk is needless to say, Miss is still lying in bed and not getting up?

Murong Ting didn't seem to see Ah Xiang's embarrassment, and continued with a smile, "Miss made an appointment with Young Master Ran to ascend today. ”

How does the young master know about Miss's arrangements today... Ah Xiang blinked, but after thinking about it, why did the young master need to run to the young lady's courtyard every day, only to know where the young lady had gone and what she had done.

He came, nothing more than an attitude.

Seeing that Murong Pavilion was approaching, Ah Xiang hurriedly turned sideways and moved out of the way.

Murong Ting entered the courtyard with long legs, and Chu Jiu followed behind with a smile and a smile in his hand, and was caught off guard by Ah Xiang and tripped over him.

The others planted forward, and even the dogwood was almost thrown out, but fortunately, the reaction was timely, but it was just a false alarm.

He didn't dare to expose it, he looked at Ah Xiang innocently, and said that he couldn't stop what the young master was going to do!

Murong Ting, who was walking in front, said, "Brother Ran sent someone last night to say that he had a few emergency surgeries today and couldn't accompany Qianqian to ascend, so I didn't want to be disappointed, so I transferred my class this morning and went to climb Wutong Mountain with her." ”

Ah Xiang glared at the dogwood in Chu Jiu's hand, caught up with Murong Ting and laughed, "That's it!" Then I'll call Miss. ”

Murong Ting had already strode into the living room and sat down on the couch, "Don't worry, bring a cup of chrysanthemum tea, and it's not too late to wait for her to wake up." ”

Today's Chongyang Festival, the city and outside the city are filled with the atmosphere of the festival, so lively.

Wutong Mountain is neither high nor low, and it is in the suburbs, which is suitable for Haicheng people to climb the mountain, and it is an endless stream of mountaineers.

The combination of handsome men and beautiful women is always eye-catching, and Murong Qian attracted the sideways of pedestrians from the moment they got out of the car.

Murong Qian looked like he was going to conquer Wutong Mountain, so he got out of the car and rushed forward, but after climbing less than a seventh of the way, he was so hot that he took off his coat and slowed down.

She was wearing an azure pants suit, which was not quite accurate, as at first glance it was a high-waisted skirt, and her parted trouser legs could be seen as the lifelike white feather embroidery on it fell as she climbed the mountain.

When the swing is a little larger, you can even see her thin white ankles and inward-tucked trouser hems.

Above is a beige waist shirt with a large bow on the same silk surface, which is both playful and elegant and noble.

People passing by can't take their eyes off it, saying that they are good-looking, and their clothes are good-looking, which is more beautiful, modern, and fashionable than the heroine in the new Western movie in the cinema.

But the face is born and can't be learned, and it's always good to learn to dress up.

So a bold female student grabbed Murong Qian and asked where she made this dress.

Murong Qian not only said that her clothes were made in the colorful style of Qingyun Department Store, but also pulled the other party and said, how to change your temperament suitable.

She is so good-tempered, and more and more people come around.

Chu Jiu, who was slowly squeezed aside, looked very puzzled, and squeezed over to Murong Ting's side and sighed, "Young Master, Miss is in a good mood today!" ”

Murong Ting looked at the person he liked, his bright eyes shining like obsidian, and said with a smile, "When have you seen her climb the mountain during the Double Ninth Festival?" ”

(End of chapter)