Chapter 441: Talking bird

Chapter 441 Talking Bird
Qin Yuyan's small face is pale and bloodless: How is this possible? How can it be? How could she be detected when she was so hidden?
She deceived the dust, took advantage of the dust, and the dust definitely hated her...
"It's already late autumn, jade smoke, you pack up and pack things as soon as possible, go back to Mobei, and you can catch up with the reunion of the North of the country!" The night is a faint opening, no wind and no waves, no emotions.
Qin Yuyan only felt a bang, his mind glimpsed: Yi Chen had to drive her away, to drive her away from Qingyan, back to Mobei, but how could she leave? Her heart is on the dust, how can she leave the dust...
"Yi Dust, I will never count Murong Xue again, you let me stay!" Qin Yuyan's sad voice is full of prayers.
The night is not moving: "It has nothing to do with Murong Xue. It is this king who doesn't want to see you again. Let's go." He stayed at Jing Wangfu to look after her, but she didn't know how to converge, again and again. The murder of Murong Xue, his patience, his trust, all killed by her, he did not want to bother to cope with her...
"Yi Dust!" Qin Yuyan stepped forward and grabbed the arm of the night, and saddened: "Don't drive me away!"
"Sorry, you are going back to Mobei, better than staying here." The night is low and the dust is low. One by one, Qin Yuyan’s fingers are opened, and he turns around and walks away without going back. .
Qin Yu smoked sitting on the ground, the eyes of the godless eyes, the crystal tears overflowing the eyelids, flowing down the cheeks: I don’t want her, I really don’t want her...
The slight footsteps suddenly sounded, Qin Yuyan suddenly woke up: how she forgot, Jing Lao Wang is still here...
"Old lord... old lord... please... help me..." Qin Yuyan pleaded in the direction of Jing Lao Wang.
Jing Lao Wang’s footsteps are not stopped, and the head does not return:
The things between you and Yi Chen, you solve it yourself, the king does not intervene.

Qin Yuyan just had a steady heart and instantly sank to the bottom of the valley. The big teardrops overflowed the eyes: Jing Lao Wang refused to help her, she would be driven out of Jingwangfu and rushed back to Mobei!
No, she is not reconciled, she does not want to go back to Mobei, she wants to stay with Yi Chen, accompanying the dust.
Qin Yuyan's dark eyes were filled with blood in the blink of an eye. From afar, a scarlet, beautiful face was severely distorted by anger, and it was particularly embarrassing.
The three guards who fell to the ground looked sharply and jumped, and the back was cold and cold, quietly slowing down the frequency of breathing: the princess also made them ghostly scary, now the princess is more terrible than the ghost, who Touched her mold, who is unlucky...
When Murong Xue returned to the town of Houfu, the sky was already bright, and he lay down on the bed and slept back to sleep. He fell asleep and the sun set.
Slowly open your eyes and look at the pale yellow light left on the ground. The sense of Murong Xueyu gradually wakes up, squinting and slowly sitting up: coping with other people's calculations at night, sleeping during the day, she is sleeping black and white upside down……
‘ 愣愣! 'A bird suddenly flew in from the half-open window, fluttering in front of Murong Xue, only to see it is the size of a parrot, the whole body is white, only a small red mane grows on the head, it looks Murong Xue, the dark eyes are bright and bright: "Murong girl, my name is Raven, is the follower of Ouyang Shaosheng..."
Murong Xue’s eyes lit up:
You can talk, what bird are you?
She has seen thousands of birds in modern times, but no bird is a crow.
"God bird!" The crow bird's head is high and full of pride.
Murong Xue: "..."
For the first time, she heard that there are such birds in the world.
"How have you not seen you before?" Ouyang Shaohao's dark guard, followers, she almost saw it, but she had never seen this crow.
"I have been outside before, I have just returned to the world today. I can't leave the world. Let me send a letter to Murong." The crow pointed at the pointed tip, and the right wing reached under the neck and took off. A small kit hanging on the neck, handed to Murong Xue.
Murong Xue was full of surprises, and the movements of the crows to pick things were flowing, and the faintness was still a little bit noble. It was strange.
Murong Xue took the kit and opened it. I saw a beautiful letter in it. I wrote it: 酉 ( (17 pm to 19 pm), and enjoy the lanterns together.
"Today is the Lantern Festival!"
"Yes, yes!" The crow nodded lightly, and the small eyes were bright and bright: "I heard that the Lantern Festival is very lively. Does the Murong girl go to the lantern?
Murong Xue blinked: "Go!" She slept all day, and she would never be sleepy before she was in the house. It would be fine to stay in the house. It is not bad to go to the Ouyang Shaohao to enjoy the lights.
"Then I will go back to the government and tell the world good news, Murong girl, leave!" Raven pointed at the pointed tip, patted the small wings and flew away from the half-open window, the chic little figure, Seeing the face of Murong Xuezui Yang Yang, Ouyang Shaozheng's pet, first a babe, then this crow, one more than a wonderful...
As night fell, Murong Xue slowly walked out of the town of Houfu, only to see Ouyang Shaohao standing under the steps outside the door, looking up at the starry night sky, the snow-colored robes fluttering with the breeze, he was born with him The nobleness of the coming and the more vivid Tsinghua rendering.
"Shi Zi!" Murong Xue's mouth curled up with a shallow smile and rushed to the past.
Ouyang Shaohao turned and looked at her bright smile. The obsidian-like eyes flashed a smile, and she reached out and held her little hand. The soft and boneless softness reveals the coolness of the eyes. Ouyang Shaohao The ink eyebrows groaned: "How is the hand so cool?"

Is there?
Murong Xue raised his eyebrows, raised his back and gently posted his cheeks: it was just a little cooler than his cheeks. It’s not cool!
Ouyang Shaoxiao smiled slightly, grabbed her hand and held it tightly: "This will not be cold."
The faint warmth through the skin, seeping into the blood, the whole arm is warmed up, Murong Xue's eyes flashed unnaturally: "That...the things of the Happy King's House are finished?"
"It has already been processed." Ouyang Shaohao said faintly, pulling Murong Xue slowly walked forward.
Murong Xue blinked his eyes: "What happened?" It turned out that Ouyang Shaohao had been dealing with the whole day, and things seemed to be tricky.
"It's not too big a thing, that is..." Ouyang Shaosheng’s voice was clear and clear, and his eyes were faintly looking straight ahead.
Murong Xue looked up at the incomprehensible, and saw that the night of the dust was standing not far from the two, faintly looking at her, the dark eyes were deep and secluded...
(End of this chapter)