Chapter 18: Engage

Ascending to the clouds, the mist subsided, and a little golden light sprinkled through the clouds to the earth.
Murong Xue dressed in a light blue Xiang skirt, sitting under the Qionghua tree tea, pink Qiong petals squat down, reflecting her beautiful dust, not like a mortal.
"Missy, Jing Wang returned to Beijing." The red sleeves rushed over, and there was a little panic in the delicate voice.
Murong Xue glanced at it, and the action of tea was suddenly stunned: "When is it coming back?"
"Last night (19:00 to 21:00)!" The red sleeves are faintly gazing, low: "The defender of the defending city said that he was riding alone back to Beijing, his face was normal, and he should have suffered nothing."
Murong Xue’s beautiful eyes narrowed up and fell from such a high cliff. He was rushed out of the kilometer by the rapids. Ordinary people would seriously hurt the coma if they died. Even the night dust would not even hurt. Generally speaking, it is entirely due to the sentence. Good people do not live long lives.
"Missy, King Jing is in a high position and has a heavy hand. You count him as a civil servant, and the people of Beijing are ridiculed. He will definitely not be willing to give up." The red sleeves flashed a deep worry.
"I know!" Murong Xue nodded and her eyes were cold: her yesterday’s words were vague, and the rich imagination of the Beijing people would definitely think that it was the night of the dust to force her to be a shackle. The guards fought and accidentally fell off the cliff.
The night is dusty and arrogant, and will never clarify that he was beaten down by the Ouyang Shaohao, and he couldn’t make a fortune. The rumors that he would lose himself would reverberate in his ear every day, just think of her, night Dust will think of the shame that she has suffered, and she must have hated her in her heart, but in order to honor the reputation of the royal palace, he will never be more powerful.
What she wants is the layer of nighttime dust, because the guards of the town of Houguo are just ordinary guards, and the guards of Jingwangfu are the predators who climbed out of the dead. They are completely incomparable. The body wins weakly, even if there is a modern skill support, it is also stronger than the martial arts, and the deep inner night dust is a big difference!
In the face of absolute force, all people and things can't be attacked. If Jingwangfu is bright and right, it will not be rebellious against the town government, but once the night has reached this level, it will not Will use the force again, but will secretly deal with her, play tricks, she may not lose to the night!
Looking at her confident full eyes, the red sleeves were relieved, but the high hanging heart did not let go: "Missy, the gun is easy to hide, the dark arrow is difficult to prevent, we must be more careful."
"I know!" Murong Xue nodded, his mouth curled up with a light smile: the night of the dust can return safely this time, because Ouyang Shaohao pushed him down the cliff, he was unscathed, with his high The martial arts struggle in the rapids, and the survival is indeed more likely than death!
If he dares to count her, she will poke a few blood holes on him, so that he will die without serious injury, and he will lose too much blood and die.
"Sister...sister..." With the sound of pure call, Murong rushed over and the blue cloak was blown up by the gust of wind. His lips moved and he stopped. !
Murong Xue gave him a faint look: "Is there something?"
"Sister, you borrowed Beibei for a day!" Murong smiled and talked about it. The beautiful, childish face was filled with a smile.
Murong Xue’s beautiful face instantly darkened. Babe is a Tibetan mastiff. He is good at attacking. Murong’s reason for borrowing it is self-evident:
Babe is my pet and will not go to the Colosseum and dog bites again. You will die this heart."
Murong sang, no anger, no downcast, still smiled: "Then you give me 10,000 yuan, I will buy a dog."
Murong Xue Emei: "Where did you get the money from? Where is there no money?" In the memory of the original Lord, Murong, no matter how many defeated, did not ask her for silver.
"I have always taken silver from Huibo, but I just went to find Huibo. He said that according to the pre-existence of my life, my money this month has been overrun. I can’t give me any money before this month. I want to go to fight the dog again, just come to find your sister." Murong Yu said to understate.
Murong Xue heard a stunned eye. Hui Bo’s name was Ge Hui. He was a competent man of Murong Yue. He was seriously injured during the war and could no longer go to the battlefield. He became a housekeeper in the town of Houfu. Hospital affairs.
After the death of the Murong Yue couple, he shouldered all the things in the front yard, and often took care of the young Murong, Murong Xue. It can be said that the power of the front yard did not fall into the hands of the old lady Du, only to let her care. Tolerate the peaceful growth of the two brothers and sisters of Murong.
Ge Hui is the great hero of Murong Yue, the great benefactor of their brothers and sisters, but Murong Yu is the Lord, he is a servant, Murong is fighting the dog, and Ge Hui does not dare to discipline him. He can only try to make him lose control. Guaranteed entry is larger than the project, and the large Houfu will not decline in Murong’s hands...
"My brother also knows that I have a monthly example. I have added up to ten thousand years of money for more than ten years..." Ge Hui did not want Murong to go to fight the dog again. Murong Xue did not want him to go to the house again. There is a lot of money in it. If Murong used it on the right path, she would not hesitate to give him. He went to fight the dog... Hey, she still keeps it.
Murong Yu did not agree, smiled and said: "Sister is not the cousin key to holding the dowry of the girl..."
Murong Xue suddenly looked up at him, and the cold eyes flashed in the cold eyes: "You want to sell the dowry of the mother to change the silver fighting dog, you are not afraid of the mother in the spirit of heaven, will die!"
Severe reprimands resounded in the ear, Murong 烨 a handsome red instant, hurriedly put his hand, hurriedly explained: "No... not... the dowry of the mother must have silver, I just want those silver, other I will never move things, never move!"
He knows the truth of the deceased. He knows that the legacy left by the elders is used for good cherishment. He can't easily tamper with it. He just loses his family and doesn't mix the dowry of reselling his mother.
"How do you know that there is silver in the mother's dowry?" Murong Xue raised his eyebrows and looked at Murong Yu. When the Qingyan woman was married, the dowry list would be written with the specific silver of the dowry, but after the wife, when the dowry was counted, very few The money will be counted, because the money is the currency of circulation and will be spent at any time.
The mother’s dowry list also includes dowry silver. When she counts the dowry, she has nothing to do with the dowry. She didn’t care, because the mother had been dead for ten years. Even if she asked about the silver, Du’s had hundreds of excuses. past.
Seeing her face calm down, Murong sighed quietly, and my sister no longer misunderstood him. It was so great!
To her doubtful eyes, his mouth curled slightly, and the jade-like eyes flashed a little smug: "When I came out from Huibo, I overheard the incense and a little baboon whispering about the woman's dowry. Only then did I know that there was dowry silver in the woman’s dowry."
Murong Xue smiled, and Xiang Qiao was the second-class beggar of Du's side. He was deeply trusted by Du, and Murong was lacking in silver. She talked about dowry silver with people. This is not a coincidence, but the old woman deliberately engaged in ghosts.
The key to the storeroom was held in her hand. Du's can no longer confuse the mother's dowry, and facilitated the use of Murong's shortcomings of the dog, tempting him to dowry and sell it. They took the opportunity to buy at a low price, which is a good calculation!
Du is so rampant, is it that the lesson he gave her last time is not enough? Then I gave Du's an impressive lesson and let her know what it means to steal the chicken and not to erode the rice.