Chapter 382: Show affection

Chapter 382 shows love
However, the 18-year-old birthday is a meaningful birth, how can Ouyang Shaohao have to go through it.
Murong Xue looked up at Ouyang Shaohao, was preparing to speak, and a low-pitched call sounded first: "Snow!"
Murong Xue followed the sound and saw that the night ignited slowly came over. He stood up in the backlight, his body was more slender and tall, and the purple robes fluttered with his movements, lining up his beauty and condensing.
Murong Xue’s bright face sank slightly and frowned.
What are you doing?

The night blew eyes fell on the hand of Ouyang Shaohao and Murong Xue, and a sharp eyelid flashed through the sharp eyelids. It disappeared without a trace. The whispered: "Tomorrow is my birth..."
Murong Xue a glimpse, confrontation, in the memory of the original Lord, tomorrow is the birth of the night, she forgot, but Ouyang Shaohao’s 18-year-old birthday is also tomorrow, the two of them are the same day of the same year Born, it’s a coincidence...
"Then I would like to congratulate the Jing Wangye on his birthday, and everything goes well. Everything goes well." Murong Xue said casually, and the voice of Qingling was perfunctory.
The night smog stunned, and looked up at Murong Xue: "Tomorrow, can you come to Jingwangfu to attend my birthday feast?"
Ouyang Shaojun Junyi's face was gloomy and gloomy, and his eyes were slightly sagged. He did not speak. For example, Jade's hand gripped Murong Xue's softness.
Murong Xue smiled softly: "Jing Wang Ye's birthday banquet, surely high officials gather, Gao Peng is full, I am an orphan who has no power and no power, I will not join in the fun..."
"I didn't invite the guests." The night Yi Chen suddenly opened her mouth and interrupted her words. She looked at her for a moment without saying: "In addition to me, there is only the father, mother, you can come here?"
Murong Xueyiyi: The night of the dust in the border customs for three years, certainly not how to live a birthday, he made great achievements, winning back, should not have a big birthday feast? What are you doing so quietly?
There is a Jing Wang Wang in the Jing Wang House, there is an unfathomable Jing Lao Wang, and there is this in front of him. At first, I hate her. Now it seems to be ... to please her night, it is inexplicable, such a Jing Wangfu, she is still respectful.
"Thank you Jing Wang Ye for raising love, but I have something tomorrow, I have no time to go to Jing Wangfu..."
"Don't rush to refuse, you will consider it again. Maybe tomorrow, after dawn, you will change your mind..." The night sighs and interrupted her words, faintly looking at her, the dark eyes flashed in others. I can't understand the look.
Murong Xue disdainfully grinned, she did not want to have anything to do with the people of Jing Wangfu, even if the sky over the town of Houguo was collapsed, she would not go to Jing Wangfu...
"It's not early, I will send you back to the room!" Ouyang Shaohao faintly opened, Qingyue voice like a string, beautiful and beautiful.
Murong Xueyi glanced at the gate of the town hall in the vicinity of the town, and nodded lightly: "Good!"
Night Yichen looked outside the door of the town of Houfu, looking at Ouyang Shaohao, Murong Xue went straight over her, walked hand in hand into the town of Houfu, handsome man, beautiful woman bathed in pale gold The sunshine, slowly moving forward, looks from afar, like a pair of fairy monks, deeply stinging the eyes of the night dust: "Ouyang Shaohao, men and women don't kiss, you send Cher back I am afraid that the room is not suitable."
"Is it? But I don't think there is anything wrong!" Ouyang Shaoxi casually returned to him with a long arm and stretched over Murong Xue's shoulder, holding her slowly and moving forward.
Murong Xue's petite body was almost completely taken into the arms of Ouyang Shaohao, and the faint ink bamboo scented around the whole body. Murong Xue looked faint, as if he had been used to it all the time, there was no place to adapt.
The night is dusty and blue, and the sharp eyes are like arrows. The violent shot of Ouyang Shaohao is lightly on the shoulder of Murong Snow.
Ouyang Shaohao said that if he is innocent, he will take advantage of Murong Xue’s unhurried progress.
The hands under the sleeves of the night wicking clothes were tightly gripped, and the deep internal force quickly condensed in the palm. After a while, it disappeared without a trace. Murong Xue was toward the Ouyang Shaohao. Even if he won, she would not Look at each other...
The night dust looked up and looked at Murong Xue. I saw that she was looking up and talking about Ouyang Shaohao. The corner of her mouth was a light smile, the burning brilliance in the dark eyes, and the heart of the night. Trembling: Once, in these eyes, I only saw him. Now, in her eyes, in my heart, there is his position...
Murong Xue stepped into the falling snow pavilion, gently pulled down the hand that Ouyang Shaohao put on her shoulder, and looked at him faintly: "Shi Zi, the sky is not too late, I will not leave you with dinner."
Ouyang Shaohao faintly sighed, indulged for a moment, looked up to Murong Xue: "Tomorrow, you come to the distant palace, help me celebrate the birthday!"
Murong Xue blinked and nodded gently: "Okay."
The voice of Qingling was introduced into the ear, and the light of Ouyang Shaosheng flashed: "Do you really come?"
"Of course." Murong Xue nodded, Ouyang Shaohao did not like to have a birthday banquet. As a friend, it was also a good idea to go to the Happy Palace to celebrate him.
"Then I will wait for you." Ouyang Shaohao worded a word, and the dark eyes flashed with a look that others could not understand.
"Yeah!" Murong Xue nodded and looked up at Ouyang Shaohao: "Do you need me to bring something?"
Looking at her gleaming eyes, Ouyang Shaohao flashed a touch of laughter and shook his head gently: "No, there is nothing in the palace, you just have to come!"
The sun gradually slanted westward, and the Ouyang Shaohao slender figure was like a stunned figure, flying over the sky, leaving the falling snow pavilion, and the snow-colored clothes fluttering like clouds floating in the sky.
Looking at his elegant, chic posture, Murong Xue gently raised his eyebrows: she went to the Wangfu, to celebrate the annual birth of Ouyang Shaohao, even if Ouyang Shaoyan said that she did not need to bring things, she could not go empty-handed. At the very least, bring a little gift in the past. What kind of gift is better?
The mind suddenly flashed a glimmer of light, and Murong Xue’s eyes lit up, and he gave this gift.
The next day, the sun was shining. After Murong Xue had used the breakfast, she carried an exquisite wooden box and slowly walked out of the town of Houfu. The wooden box was round and not too small. It contained her as Ouyang Shaohao. A small gift to prepare, Ouyang Shaohao should like it.
Outside the town of Houfu, there is a luxury carriage parked with the mark of the town hall. Murong Xue is preparing to put the wooden box into the carriage. A familiar voice is heard: "Murong girl!"
Murong Xue’s unhappy eyebrows, looking sideways, saw a sly figure in the help of a small donkey, the money came over...
(End of this chapter)