Chapter 47: When the conspiracy is going on

Murong Xue? Isn't she arguing that she is not a guest? How come suddenly?
Murong soft and beautiful, looked up, only to see Murong Xue slowly walked along the Qingshi Road, light blue sloping dress swayed through the smooth ground, dragging a long trace, the small face of the palm Touching, the mouth is squinting with a shallow smile, and the dark eyes are cold and cold.
Murong Xue is coming, it is more convenient for her strategy to implement!
Murong softly glanced at Mrs. Song, who was full of smiles. This old woman smashed herself in front of everyone, and she did not need to give her face again.
The corner of her mouth sneered a sneer, and she walked over to Murong Xue: "Snow, don't you say that your body is not comfortable? How do you support your life?"
Looking at her hypocritical smile, Murong Xue lazy to be with her and the snake, cold and cold: "I came to my brother."
Murong Rou disapproved, smiled and said: "The nephew is in the front yard..."
"He is not in the front yard, his little sister said that he is in the guesthouse." Murong Xue interrupted her words coldly, and was unceremoniously correcting.
The aristocratic lady, the daughters did not feel that she was rude. After all, standing in front of the people who had set up a trick to seek your industry, anyone who saw this kind of person would be cold-spoken to her, polite to her, not Hypocrisy is a fool.
Murong's graceful smile instantly stabbed on his face, and the stinky girl dared to openly refute his own words. He really didn't know how to lift it up. When he was successful, he said how she was arrogant: "This has not yet reached lunch time. Didn't drink the bar, how did I enter the hospital?"
"I didn't follow him. I don't know what happened. Isn't that coming over to see it?" Murong Xue said coldly, crossing Murongrou. With Feng Tao's guidance, he quickly walked toward the direction of the guesthouse.
The stinky girl is really empty-minded, and Zhang Yan, if she is not going to use her hand to complete the plan, she is welcome to her! Murong softly hated his teeth and angered and chased him up: "I will go to the hospital with you." When her strategy is successful, Murong Xue will cry and mourn, and regret it.
The evil Lord of the Sixth Street incident, the bitter Lord went to the guest house together, the aristocratic lady, the thousand golds looked at each other, feeling that there was a lively and fascinating, and they followed the past.
The old ladies are looking at today’s Shouxing Song Lao’s wife, full of doubts: she said that she did not say that she had to go to the temple to think about it. How could she appear here?
Mrs. Song’s old blush was white for a while, and it instantly changed into dozens of colors: she clearly admired Rong, repeatedly guarding the kitchen, handling trivial matters, not allowed to entertain guests, she dared to disobey her orders and openly let herself It’s a nasty little monk who doesn’t come to Taiwan.
"Murong is the only seedling of Yue Houye. Don't make any difference." Mrs. Lin opened her mouth and broke the ambiguous atmosphere. She also solved the problem for Mrs. Song.
Mrs. Song glanced at her gratefully: "It makes sense, then let's go and see."
"Good!" The old ladies nodded and held their hands, and went to the guest house in a mighty way.
Murong Xue hurried along Qingshi Road. Far away, he saw Double Happiness holding his stomach against the wall of a small courtyard. I didn’t know what I was thinking. I came closer and found that the double happiness was white and my face was awkward. Tortured and weak, "What's wrong with you?"
Double happiness and bitter haha ​​came over: "Back to Missy, small diarrhea, pulled an hour!"
Murong Xue Liu Mei lightly picked: "When you leave the government in the morning, isn't it still good? How did you suddenly pull up your stomach? Is it something that is not clean?"
Double Happiness hurriedly shook his head: "After coming to Wu'an Houfu, I didn't eat anything, just drank a few teas..."
That is the thing that was left in the tea, the double happiness is clever, and the design of Mu Rongrou is to open him. It is definitely a good means to calculate Murong.
Murong Xue sneered and sneered: "You will remember for a long time. In some people's homes, don't drink tea. This time just let you have a diarrhea. Next time you may be wearing a bowel..."
"Yes!" Double Happiness repeatedly promised, scared and pale.
Murong soft face is gloomy, the hand under the sleeves is tightly gripped, Murong Xue is ridiculing her Wu'an Houfu is a poisonous nest for murder! A hateful little monk.
Murong Xue did not see her ugly face, went straight into the courtyard, only saw the main door open, clearly visible in the center of the room with a big gambling table, Song Qingyan standing in the ink blue robes After the long table, I was proud of shaking my throat.
Murong Yan stood opposite him, and under the shackles of a large group of scorpions around him, he stared at the scorpion of the scorpion and shouted: "...small little...small little..."
Song Qingyan’s force will be thrown on the table, uncovering the cover, arrogant shouting:
Five and five... Big... Murong Yu, you lost...

Every time she meets Murong’s gambling, he loses, it’s useless!
Murong Xue frowned and shouted: "Murong!"
The voice of Qingling rushed into the room with deep anger, and went into Murong's ear. He turned his head and looked at her. The depressed bottom was full of surprise: "Sister, how come you?"
"I will see how much money you lost!" Murong Xue said with a sigh of relief, stepping into the room.
They thought that Murong had something out, it was gambling!
The aristocratic lady, the Qianjins, sighed and stood outside the door, did not follow up.
The blind people saw that there were so many people coming out of the house. If they were unclear, they would not speak, and the noisy room would quiet down.
Murong looked at the empty desktop in front of him, and smiled embarrassedly: "There are not many losers, not many..."
"There are not many, only half a million two silver..." Song Qingyan casually counted the high stacks in front of him, and opened his mouth.
The silver money brought by Murong was lost, and they signed the agreement to win one game and put a chip.
So many aristocratic ladies, thousands of gold here, they can no longer continue to gamble, it is time to liquidate the gambling.
"What? Five hundred thousand two?" Murong Yu surprised his eyes wide open: "How can it be so much?"
The aristocratic lady, the Qianjin people heard the words, and was also taken aback. In the morning, they lost 500,000 yuan. The town’s Houhoufu, who was also a defeated family, had Jinshan Yinshan, and could not afford to lose him.
"How many games have you lost, you can't remember?" Song Qingyan raised his eyebrows and looked at Murong Yu: "One in five thousand two, so many bureaus add up..."
"I didn't mean a game of fifty-two silvers at the beginning? How did it become five thousand two?" Murong slammed his words and looked at him coldly.
"What fifty-two, Murong Ye, you look at the eyes wide open, in black and white written above it plainly, a Bureau of five thousand two hundred ......" Song Qing Yan ruffian ruffian holds a rice paper down in front of Murong Ye, only see that says: now is not enough silver, according to Li word, lose a game five thousand two hundred, the final total settlement. Murong Ye, Song Qing word book!
"You Shuazha was obviously written is fifty-two ......" Murong Ye angry, finger next to the dandy who said: When "do not believe you ask them, let's say fifty-two inning, but they hear clearly ...... "