Chapter 170: Beating Murong

Chapter 170 Beating Murong
Murong Xue walked into the carriage, sitting slowly by the window, and Ouyang Shaohao came in and sat gracefully in front of the window opposite her.
Outside the car, Yuan Fangfei’s rough reminder:
It’s time for it’s time, it’s really early, Murong’s, and I’m leaving.

"Mother, I am leaving." Murong sneaked a sneak peek at Yuan Fangfei, Yiyi reluctantly said goodbye, Shiran went to the carriage, stepped on the stool and slowly walked up.
Yuan Fangfei waited very impatiently, rudely mentioning Murong Yu, '啪', and threw it into the carriage: "You a big man, can't hurry up on the carriage? So grind, slow death ""
Murong was caught off guard and was thrown to the ground. The bones of the whole body were scattered like a rack. The pain was unbearable. The clear eye circles were slightly red: from small to large, the parents hurt him, pet him, never harsh him. What is Yuan Fangfei? Dare to abuse him...
"What do you do with the car door? Sit inside and give me a position." Yuan Fangfei said with a sigh of relief, and reached out and pushed Murong.
Murong’s thin body was planted inward, and the sound of '砰’ slammed into the wall of the car, stunned and shivered, and stared at Venus, and he slammed his anger and screamed. Hit it: "Yuan Fangfei, I am fighting with you!"
From last night to the present, Yuan Fangfei was not picky about him. He accused him of being a pat on the heavy hand. He was hurt by the whole body. He was fed up. He really was fed up with this man. He didn’t want to. Tolerate again, he must learn from the lessons of this man and export evil for himself.
Ling Lifei rushed to the surface, Yuan Fangfei disdainfully sneered, and suddenly reached out to grasp the hand of Murong Yu, toward the chaos of the surrounding, Yuan Fangfei's rough reprimanded through the clouds, resounding through the clouds: "Dare to dare to work with the old lady, You are impatient..."
"Hey!" Through two layers of walls, Murong Xue can still clearly hear that Murong Yu was hit by the car floor, the heavy impact on the wall, the solid carriage was also slightly shaken.
Her eyelids jumped sharply: "Yuan Fangfei, is this the Murong as a sandbag? Is she making such a heavy hand? Is Murong still alive?"
"Yuan Fangfei grew up from the military camp. He started to have a sense of proportion and will not kill Murong. But the injury is affirmative." Ouyang Shaoyu said casually, picking up books on the sandalwood table, fine Look over it.
"This is also true!" Murong Xue nodded, Murong Yu is her fiancé, she will naturally not die, but: "There is such a strong wife, Murong Yu has always been oppressed, this life, don't I want to have a good life."
Of course, as a father-in-law, mother-in-law's Murong Jian, Zhou also don't want to have any good days, because Yuan Fangfei's daughter-in-law is very strong, and has a strong maiden backing, not that they can control it...
The corner of the eye flashed a bright light, Murong Xue suddenly returned to God, looked up, I saw Ouyang Shaohao holding a bronze mirror, put it in front of her: "Combine the hairpin."
"Good!" Murong Xue nodded, and went to the summer resort with her husband. She must be dignified in her clothes. She was so distracted, it was very disappointing, just how the hair was combed...
Murong Xue took the wooden comb to comb the hair, and the left and right hands each picked up a ray of ink, turned over and turned, it was not combed...
Ouyang Shaohao really couldn't stand it anymore, but she sighed helplessly, put down the book, and took the wooden comb in her hand: "You won't comb it!"
Murong Xue smiled unnaturally: "My hair is red sleeves, and my fragrance is for me. I have never touched my hands..."
He knew that it would be like this!
Ouyang Shaohao squinted at her, grabbed her hair and slapped it, and the black silk flew up and down in his hands like jade. After a while, she combed the women’s favorite horses, more than the red sleeves. The dark incense comb is more delicate.
Murong Xue’s cold eyes narrowed up, and there was a dangerous light shining in the scorpion. He looked directly at Ouyang Shaohao:
How can you comb the woman’s hair?
It’s so skillful, so delicate, absolutely no less for women. Comb, but he is the first time to comb her...
"My father often slaps my mother's hair. I have been watching for a long time, and I naturally learned it." Ouyang Shaoyu said casually.

Really?
Murong Xue raised his eyebrows at him and apparently did not believe his words.
"Smart people can learn everything as long as they look at it. Unlike some people, they are stupid and stupid. After watching it for thousands of times, they can't learn a trick." Ouyang Shaohao said faintly, and gave her a look. The eyebrows are all disgusting.
"You..." Murong Xue was discouraged. They were obviously talking about hairpins. How could they get clever and stupid things go up...
Ouyang took a look at her and took a powder and a golden step to shake her hair.
Murong Xue suddenly remembered that when she left the snow pavilion, she hurriedly took only one hairpin and did not bring other jewelry. Where did this powdery gold stepping come from?
Doubtful, I saw Ouyang Shaohao took out a pair of South Pearl earrings, carefully put on her ears.
Murong Xue gently frowned, unhappy watching Ouyang Shaohao: "How can you have women's jewelry on your carriage?" It is also a hairpin, and it is earrings, and it is quite complete.
Ouyang Shaohao gently put on the exquisite sandalwood jewelry box, faintly said: "This is my deliberate life, I wanted to give it to you as a birthday gift, I did not expect that you did not bring jewelry today, I sent you in advance. ,Like it?"
In the bronze mirror, a bright little face was reflected, and the gently swaying powder and gold stepped with the South Pearl earrings, reflecting her beautiful face more beautiful, and she was tailor-made for her.
Exquisite hair, beautiful jewelry Murong Xue are very fond of, but her birthday gift this year has passed, Ouyang Shaohao this is to create the next birthday gift? This is too early...
The carriage stopped slowly, and the whistle of the hurricane came from outside the car: "Shizi, outside the city!"
Ouyang Shaohao faintly sighed, and immediately arrived, and immediately began to leave.
The emperor called so many ministers, and the family was accompanied by them. There should be many people outside!
Murong Xue blinked and opened the curtain and looked out. I saw that the official road was full of luxury carriages, rows of rows, one car, one eye could not see the head, and a sharp horse guard was on both sides. The station is very neat and orderly.
Murong Xue’s cold eyes swept over a famous guard, civil servant, military officer, and family sergeant. He fell on a luxury carriage and looked at the mark hanging on the carriage. She frowned: it was the carriage of Jingwangfu, and Mali sat. It should be Jing Lao Wang Ye, Jing Lao Wang Hao...
(End of this chapter)