Chapter 603: Jing Wang set up a trick

Chapter 603 Jing Wang set up a trick
Murong Xue’s bright face instantly darkened and pushed Ouyang Shaohao hard:
Don’t worry, I’m thinking about things.

"You miss you, don't bother me!" Ouyang Shaohao said faintly, thin lips and thin lips smashed the soft lips.
Murong Xue looked gloomy, but she wanted to ignore Ouyang Shaohao, but they can look like this now, and she can ignore it.
"Ouyang Shaohao!" Murong Xue grabbed Ouyang Shaohao's arm and wanted to push him away. He didn't want to, Ouyang Shaohao hugged her small waist tightly, and the tip of her tongue slid into her sandal mouth and grabbed it. Her unique sweetness...
The faint ink bamboo incense spread in the mouth, Murong Xue helplessly blinked his eyes, slowly reached out and hugged Ouyang Shaohao's lean waist, and responded enthusiastically to him!
The temperature in the carriage is gradually rising...
The breeze blew, picking up a corner of the car curtain, only to see the night of the dust is standing not far away, looking at the two coldly.
Ouyang Shaohao flashed a cold smack at the bottom, his fingers flicked, and an internal force flew out, passing through the corner of the curtain, fixed it on the wall of the car, covering the window, and blocking the sight inside and outside. .
Ouyang Shaohao hugged Murong Xue, and the faint scent of bamboo and bamboo swept through every part of her lips. It was warm and gentle.
If there is nothing like Mozhuxiang, it will be surrounded by Murong Xue, such as a giant net, dense and dense, leaving no gaps, leaving her mind faint, suffocating, gradually softening in the arms of Ouyang Shaohao, shallow breathing It becomes a rapid gasp.
Looking at her cheeky red face, Ouyang Shaoxuan flashed a smirk in the obsidian-like eyes, and Yiyi was reluctant to leave her inch, holding her tightly in her arms.
Murong Xue headed on the chest of Ouyang Shaohao, breathing deeply, the confused thoughts gradually awake, and the smog beauty gradually recovered to Qingming: "Which... Can the wedding be pushed back for a while?"
"Why?" Ouyang Shaoyu looked at her inexplicably.
"The town of Houfu only has me and my brother. If I am married, there is only one of my brothers left in the house. He must be very lonely. I want to spend more time with him." Murong Xue’s unnatural flash Flashed, and said a reason.
Ouyang Shaohao disapproves: "The Xiaoyao Wangfu is not too far from the town of Houfu. You can go back to see your brother at any time, or let him move to the Xiaoyao Wangfu. There are not many owners in Wangfu. He moved and is more lively. some……"
Murong Xue was speechless, and she said that she was accompanying Murong Yu. She wanted to delay the time of becoming a relative. Ouyang Shaoyi solved this problem in a few words. She could no longer use this excuse to push her back into time...
At the age of fifteen, she became a relative, she is really not used to...
Murong Xue frowned and frowned. In the arms of Ouyang Shaohao, he turned over and kicked the toe next to the small table. A stack of beautifully posted stickers, '哗啦啦' fell to the ground, a bright red one, it is beautiful. .
Murong Xue's incomprehensible Emei: "What do you do in the carriage?"
"Give it to you." Ouyang Shaohao said softly.

Give me?
Murong Xue raised his eyebrows and picked up a piece of it. Please flip it over and see it in the blank:
Why are you sending me so much?

"You are not going to be smashed? You need to post it, invite people to attend your ceremonial rites. These are the ones that I let the people of Xiaoyao Wangfu deliberately produce." Ouyang Shaohao Qingyue voice is soft and breezy.
Murong Xue stunned, and suddenly remembered that for another month, she would be awkward. The ancient woman and the shackles meant that adults would hold a grand ceremony of ceremonial ceremonies, inviting famous ladies and noble ladies to come to observe...
"Snow, who do you want to invite?" Ouyang Shaohao asked softly.
Murong Xue nodded: "Almost!"
The town of Houfu is also a famous aristocrat in the capital. There are many families who have made good friends with them. The ladies and daughters of the family will be invited to attend her and sorrow. As for the specific list, let Huibo draft it. .
"Have you ever thought about it, please write it yourself?" Ouyang Shaohao asked softly.
The famous ladies of Qingyan are basically talented people. Personally writing and pleading for the ceremony can highlight the value and respect of the invited people. When many women of Qingyan are jealous, they will personally write and post.
"This way, then I also tried to write and plead for it." Murong Xue said softly, picked up the wolf on the pen holder, and thought of a name, and wrote a blank picture, please post it.
Looking at the delicate handwriting that I posted, Ouyang Shaohao’s unwelcome comment:
The word is clear and powerless, just like a soft willow, and it’s floating around...

Murong Xue's bright face instantly darkened. She spent a lot of time studying calligraphy in modern times. The original master also practiced the words for several years. The writing was very good. When I arrived at Ouyang Shaohao, I was so arrogant...
"The posture of your pen is somewhat wrong. The words written are naturally unsatisfactory. The pen should be taken like this..." Ouyang Shaohao said softly, the hand of the long jade, gently holding the hand of Murong Xue, will Su Bai's small hands are all wrapped, and she is swaying with one of the elegant fonts on the stickers, which makes people feel amazed.
"This is so beautiful!" Ouyang Shaohao sat behind Murong Xue, and she was ringing her arms, her handsome face, close to her beautiful face, clear and shallow teaching, just like a lover. Whispering.
Murong Xue gave him a sigh of relief: Please write the words he wrote, of course, look good...
The night dust stood on the roof and watched the curtain of the Wangfu carriage. It was once again blown up by the wind. The sweet and warm scene came out. The handsome man and the beautiful woman clung together and couldn’t tell the thick. Love is sweet!
The night was dusty and iron-colored, and the hand under the sleeves gripped tightly, looking at the sultry picture and the pain of the eyes.
"Yi Dust!" Jing Lao Wang Ye came over and glanced at the carriage, such as the glue-like Ouyang Shaohao, Murong Xue, and sighed softly: "It seems that you have no chance."
The night dust is dark and gloomy: "They haven't got married yet, why do you say that I have no chance?"
Jing Lao Wang sighed heavily: "Ouyang Shaohao, Murong Xue are in love with each other. As long as they meet, they will never see a third person in their eyes. How can you still have a chance?"
The night is not convinced: "It’s just a temporary sympathy, it’s nothing to say, as long as they don’t get married one day, I have hope."
Jing Lao Wang raised his eyebrows and looked at the night: "Do you really think so?"
"Of course." Night Yi dust nodded, and a sharp light flashed through the sharp eyelids.
Jing Lao Wang Ye is another sigh: "Why must be so persistent, Cher is not like you..."
"I want to work hard and don't want to be like the father. I have regrets." The night of the dust is a word, and the bottom is shining with the dignified color that has never been seen before.
(End of this chapter)