Chapter 8: Lesson cousin

"Where can I do martial arts, just see more guards and learn from each other, see a few strokes and flowers and embroidered legs!" Murong Xue casually perfuse, his eyes flashed unnaturally.
If she did not happen to her, she would never believe it, let alone the 14-year-old Murong. If she told the truth, maybe Murong would think she was evil, she It is better to hide this secret.

Really just like this?
Murong’s brow wrinkled and obviously did not believe her words.
"Of course, I lied to you to do something." Seeing Murong Yu is still ready to continue to ask, Murong Xue hurriedly said: "It is not early, I will take the Tibetan Mastiff to take a bath. It is now dirty and it is very uncomfortable.

When Murong Yu heard the words of Tibetan Mastiff, he was thrown into the clouds with his suspicion. He looked at the Tibetan Mastiff with a gaze: "If you are in poor health, don't worry about it any more. Give it a bath and give it to me. Let me do it."

Murong Xue smiled: "I let us clean it, and don't do it by yourself. It will work hard."
Murong Yan shook his head in disapproval: "The hair of the Tibetan mastiff is dirty and can't see the original color. The body must have a lot of mud. The ones in your yard are all thin and thin legs, not much strength, before dark. It may not be able to wash out its true color, or give me the Tibetan Mastiff, I will let the little ones clean it up and send it to you."
My sister is very Tibetan, and she refuses to give up. He has a good relationship with the Tibetan Mastiff. He does not pay attention to his sister. He quietly pulls out one or two times and can give himself a lot of face.
"That's okay!" Murong Xue nodded as 'difficult', and 'I'm reluctantly' to hand over the Tibetan Mastiff to Murong's hand, and succinctly said: "It's all knotted, let the little ones clean. Be careful, don't hurt it..."
"Know, know!" Murong slammed his head and walked with the Tibetan Mastiff in a brisk manner: The Tibetan Mastiff is a rare and rare dog, and he is also a small of wealth in the future. He will naturally tell the next person to be careful.
After a few steps, he suddenly stepped down and turned to look at Murong Xue. In her doubtful eyes, she said: "Sister, I didn't ask you what I meant, I made a claim to take you and the night." The marriage has retired, won't you blame me?"
In the past year, he has been spending less and less time at home, and the number of times he meets with his sister is only a handful, but he knows very well that his sister likes the night.
"Of course not." Murong Xue smiled softly, disapproving of the road: "When the night dust was on the dusty banquet, I made a retreat, and the emperor did not object, but also ordered the old Jingwang to be notified as soon as possible. Come to Beijing to discuss the issue of retreat..."

Really?
Murong blinked his eyes:
Do you not like the night dust?

Murong Xue disdain: "The scum person is not worthy of my love."
"That's right!" Murong Yan nodded in agreement: "The night is not in your heart, you can't see you in your eyes, he is not your good match, you take the initiative to propose a retirement, and he is broken, It’s just right!

"Wang Wangwang!" Xiaozang saw their two conversations that had been around, and could not help but screamed.
Murong Yu looked at it and said with a happy mood: "Wait, take a walk, Xiaoye takes you to take a shower!"
Looking at Murong Yu disappeared at the corner, Murong Xue slowly moved along the Qingshi Road, far away, heard a burst of silver bell-like laughter, Liu Mei picked and picked, followed the sound to the main courtyard.
Stepping into the courtyard door, I saw a group of cockroaches standing in front of the west wing. Hey, each person holding a delicate ebony box with sapphire hair, ruby ​​earrings, jasper bracelets, etc. Exquisite jewelry, each piece is worth a lot!
A girl in a pink apron floats between beautiful jewelry like a butterfly. Wear this, wear it, and smile more beautiful than flowers.
Murong Xue’s mouth curled up and sneered, and slowly walked over:
What are you doing?

The cold voice was passed into the ear, oh, let's turn around and carelessly salute: "Missy!"
The powdered woman Song Qingyi faintly glanced at her, not salty or not: "The cousin came back, my grandmother saw me wearing a light, ready to reward me with a few pieces of jewelry, let me pick it myself."
The grandmother in her mouth is not the grandmother of Murong Xue, but the grandmother, the Murong Jian, Mu Rongrou two brothers and sisters, the original town Guo Hou Murong is the original wife.
Song Qingxuan is the eldest daughter of Wu’an Houfu, and is the only one of Murongrou. He is deeply loved by the old lady of the town of Houfu. Every time he comes to the town of Houfu, he wears very plain. When he goes back, he is dressed up and dressed up. Fine jewelry.
Murong Xue sneered in his heart, and said: "Grandma gives you something, you should go to the grandmother's storeroom to pick it up, why come here to take my mother's dowry?"
Song Qingyu wears earrings for a meal, and her brows are wrinkled. When she came to Houfu, she used to take jewelry here. She did not see what Murong Xue said. Today, she asked her mercilessly and madly. Here: "Your mother is my aunt, give me a few pieces of jewelry, but not a share."
"My mother said to you personally, that is called the gift, you did not go through my mother's consent, ran here to get jewelry, called stealing, called grab."
In the last few words, Murong Xue aggravated the tone. Song Qing, who was merciless and ridiculous, blushes and hates her. "You have been dead for ten years. How can I talk to her again? Murong." Snow, you can stop, don't be too much?"
Murong Xue looked dull and cold, and said: "My mother's dowry was inexplicably stolen. I asked for a sentence too much. Then you are so expensive, stealing other people's jewelry, isn't it too much?"
"I didn't steal anything." Song Qing angered: "I took the key, opened the lock, and took out the jewelry with a bright and straight."
Murong Xue’s mouth curled up a few invisible arcs. She waited for this sentence:
Who is the key to the warehouse?

"It's an old slave!" A 30-year-old cockroach stood up, his hair combed with a trace of his face, his face was white, his eyes were gloomy, and at first glance he was a shrewd person.
"Come, drag her down, hit a hundred boards, sell!" Murong Xue screamed.
He was shocked and shouted: "Miss, what is the old slave doing wrong?" Murong Xue is gentle, never temper to the next person, why is it so sad today, to beat her and sell her.
"My mother handed the key to you, is to let you guard the things in the warehouse, not to give you the coffers, you open the warehouse without the owner's permission is a slave to bully, should not sell?"
The original heart is kind, only to cause some of the more powerful people to forget the real master of this warehouse, she does not mind to help them think of it.
Song Qing’s small face was instantly white, and she opened the storehouse for her. Only then will Murong Xue play the board and sell it. Murong Xue seems to be learning the lesson, but she is actually beating her face.
Killing chickens and monkeys, referring to mulberry, she ate a dark loss, but still can not find a reason for rebuttal, Murong Xue's means is really clever and annoying.
Seeking for help, I looked around, but I saw you. We all lowered our heads, and even the atmosphere did not dare to go out, lest we should be angry with Murong Xue.
No one dared to help her. She could only help herself. She bit her silver teeth and shouted Chen Qing: "Miss Dad, the old slave is the life of the old lady, and will open the storeroom..."