It can be seen that the girl is very shy and shy, and she has been lowering her head slightly, and she only whispered a sentence after her concubine said three or five sentences.

The sound is also very good, like grass after rain, with a slightly wet touch.

In a few words, Murong Chun had already seen the girl from head to toe, and then from feet to chest.

It's just that when he saw the ordinary chest, Murong Chun sighed slightly.

It's a pity.

In terms of posture, the girl is already superior, and in terms of figure, she is also one in a hundred, her small waist is only a hand, her legs are slender and straight, there is no gap, even if she is hidden in the emerald green long skirt, she can't hide from Murong Chun's eyes that read all the flowers.

In a sense, Murong Chun and Murong Zheng are worthy of being brothers.

They are equally.

It's just that Murong Zheng's lust is indulgent, relying on his family background and silver, he unscrupulously carries the woman he likes to bed.

And Murong Chun's lust is restraint.

He knows when to enjoy and when to pursue.

He relies more on his strength and talent to attract women, and what he wants to get is not only people, but also women's hearts.

Of course, sometimes he doesn't mind using a little trick.

However, although there are many dewy marriages in him, only three of them bear fruit.

It is precisely this kind of restraint that he can maintain the progress rate of the top ten of the younger generation of the Murong family even after marrying a three-room concubine.

Even in the past two years, when the thirtieth juncture is approaching, he has rarely been close to other women except for his own concubine.

He knows what to do at what point in time.

At this time, even if the world's first beauty stripped naked and threw it on his bed at his mercy, it was not as good as his last kick.

Therefore, it only took a short moment for Murong Chun's eyes to go from greed to appreciation.

"Yuzhu, whose sister is this? Do you know? Seeing her, I seem to remember my first encounter with you ten years ago, and you were so beautiful at that time. ”

Murong Chun praised the two women in one sentence.

Well, a man and a woman.

Yuzhu covered her mouth and chuckled, and said angrily:

"Isn't the slave family beautiful now?"

Murong Chun hurriedly apologized:

"Of course it's still so beautiful, but then you were a green apple, and now you're a peach, and the flavor is even better. ”

"There are outsiders out there. ”

Yuzhu lightly hammered Murong Chun's chest and said with a slight snort.

But she didn't forget to get down to business, and slowly pulled the long hair on her forehead behind her ears with her hand, and her every move was all amorous.

She whispered:

"Sister Jingjing, let me introduce you, he is my father-in-law, the eldest son of the second room of the Murong family, Murong Chun, you can call him Gongzi Chun. ”

"Xianggong, this is the maid of the fairy sister, who came to learn from me. The fairy girl wants to raise a few orchids, so I will teach her. ”

"I've seen Young Master Chun. ”

A certain eagle maid is very polite.

"Sister Xian'er is back?!Oh, when you come back, you won't look for me as a brother to catch up, the next time I meet, I have to talk about her. ”

Hearing Murong Xianxian's name, Murong Chun was pleasantly surprised, as if he had just learned the news.

But in life, who is not an actor.

In fact, two days ago, his own brother was still crying to him about Murong Xianxian's domineering, and wanted him to come forward and teach Murong Xianxian a few words.

Thinking that he Murong Zheng is also an elder brother, don't scare him into peeing his pants at every turn.

Well, for Murong Zheng, that's all he wants.

As for asking Murong Xianxian to apologize, that is a beautiful thing that only happens in dreams.

But Murong Chun was at a critical juncture of self-cultivation, so how could he pay attention to Murong Zheng's, so he naturally sent him away with a few perfunctory words.

What's more, he is not the opponent of the white calf!

Don't look at people in their infancy, but there is no pressure to fight with ordinary grandmasters.

He coughed lightly twice, and then said to the maid:

"Your name is Jingjing, my jade beads are more powerful than serving people in the hands of flowers, you study hard, if you learn a trick and a half, this life is infinitely useful." ”

Although Murong Chun spoke intimately, his tone was much more distant.

After all, you don't sleep with me, so why are you so close?

"Xianggong, what do you say?"

Yuzhu was repeatedly teased by her father-in-law, her face was slightly red, her eyes were like dripping water, and she looked at Murong Chun infatuatedly, and all the charms were in her eyes.

It seems that as long as Murong Chun says a word, she will abandon the light bulb next to her and fly with him.

That's when it happened.

A certain eagle maid interrupted inappropriately: "Got it, Young Master Chun." ”

"Well, Yuzhu, you teach her well, and I'll give her a few seedlings to try later.

Then send a few finished plants in the yard of the fairy girl with perfect color, don't let people say that I am stingy as a brother. ”

With that, Murong Chun went back to his room.

Beauty is current, restraint is the mainstay.

He needs to be quiet.

......

"Sister Jingjing, my father-in-law is this temper, don't you mind. ”

Yuzhu is a very gentle and scheming woman.

Thanks to Murong Chun's excellent housekeeping ability, his three-room concubine has never blushed, and Yuzhu is quite favored, so over the years, he has not encountered anything bad.

Her thinking about things is still in a very naïve period, which is why Murong Chun has always liked her.

It's tiring enough to be intrigued outside, and all he wants when he gets home is gentleness.

Sometimes, the more women don't want it, the more men give.

In Sun Tzu's Art of War, this is called wanting to capture and indulge.

A certain eagle maid pursed her mouth, looking timid:

"I ...... I know, Jun Gongzi is a good person. ”

Of course I don't mind, but just one glance, I saw that his head was glowing green, and the day of wearing his hat was not far away. ’

That's right, this jade bead is the green hat boy Murong Chun, the woman who was defiled by the flower thief Wan Boguang.

And this is Jiang Ping's plan B.

Since he couldn't find anyone through the panel information prompt for the time being, he came to wait for the rabbit.

Well?

Jiang Ping suddenly glanced at the gentle woman next to him, a little jealousy in his heart, and a big anger.

Jealousy is for Murong Chun, and anger is for Wan Boguang.

Although they only got along for a short time, Jiang Ping could feel that this was a very good little woman, without scheming and ambition, and did not like gold and silver, so she had to spend flowers and plants.

She only needs a small world, which is enough to be happy for a long time.

However, it was such a little woman who suffered the greatest misfortune in her life, and even lost her life because of it.

Life is not easy, does it depend on her to repeat her previous fate?

Jiang Ping muttered secretly:

"Wan Boguang, there is no task now, I have to kill you!"

Now that he is here, he cannot watch this tragedy happen again.

In this world, not everything needs profit as the driving force.

Of course, it would be better if there were.

But on the surface, she looked like a little white, and praised with a smile:

"Sister Yuzhu, you're really amazing. ”

Yuzhu waved his hand modestly and said:

"No, no, in fact, I'm not very good, half a year ago there was a male gardener in the house, and he was called powerful.

Once, my Yuzhulan was almost burned to death, but he was able to save it.

He also taught me a lot of other flowers, I'll take you to meet him another day, if you don't understand anything, you can also go to him yourself, although he is a little ugly, but very gentle. ”

Well?!!

The eyes of a certain eagle girl lit up and captured a few key words.

Half a year ago, the male gardener had many contacts with Yuzhu......

Could it be that this son is really the Emperor of Destiny?!