Chapter 238: A trip to the lake (1)

Chapter 238 Tour of the Lake (1)
"This Qingyan, the battle of southern Xinjiang, is not because of the ambition of the monarch." Duan Wulu turned and looked at Murong Xue, and there were hidden dark smudges in the dark eyes.
"It is not, but because your cousin's savage son has smashed a big disaster, the Qingyan emperor was provoked, and he issued a command for the battle..." Murong Xue looked at Duan Luolu faintly, his eyes calm and waveless, as if to say : The person who provoked the war is the people of your southern Xinjiang, not the green flame.
"Cang Chong rushed to the Green Emperor, but he was the fault of one person. Why did the soldiers send troops to southern Xinjiang, and even the innocent people?" Duan Luolu looked at Murong Xue for a moment.
"But any emperor will not tolerate the assassin's humiliation and assassination. If the sky is stabbing your southern emperor in the southern capital of Beijing, the emperor will definitely be angry and marry him."
"The Green Emperor was annoyed with the sky. He wanted to punish him and teach him. But he is the nephew of Nanxiang Xiangfu. The whole southern Xinjiang is their solid backing. Therefore, the Qinghuang will send troops to southern Xinjiang and prepare to eradicate him. backing……"
Strict calculations are the sons and daughters of the arrogant arrogance of the Southern Xinjiang. They will provoke the war between the two countries. Duan Luo should ask questions. He should also question the sky and ask her what to do? Is it difficult to test her?
Murong Xue raised his eyebrows and looked at Duan Luo, and the dark eyes flashed in the cold eyes.
Duan Luo’s eyes are sinking, his eyes are low, and he doesn’t know what he is thinking...
"Wow, a lot of lotus flowers, so beautiful..." The crisp cheers came into the ears, and Murong Xue looked up and saw that the lake on the 100-meter-long surface was covered with lotus flowers, a cluster of clusters, and all the water surface. Covering, the lotus leaves are connected to the sky, beautiful, the pale pink lotuses are all in full bloom, fresh and elegant, unparalleled in the world...
Murong Xue’s eyes lit up and looked up at Duan Luo:
Duan Taishou, is there a boat on the painting?

"What are you doing?" Duan looked at her without a puzzle.
"I want to draw a boat to the lotus bush, pick some lotus, lotus." Murong Xue gently replied, the painting will also pass the lotus, but the painting is very tall, very big, standing on the deck, no lotus flower at all. You can go back and forth in the lotus bush with a small boat. If you want to pick which flower to pick, pick which one.
Looking at her gleaming eyes, Duan Luo’s eyes were dyed with a smile, and whispered: "The boat is tied behind the painting..."

Thank you.
Murong Xue said with a smile, and quickly walked off the deck and walked towards the painting.
The sky flashed and I hurriedly followed the past: "I am going, I am going to pick the lotus..."
Murong Xue stood in the painting of the tail, solved a small boat, and walked up gently. Looking at the sky and eagerly running, she would jump on her boat. The eyebrows were smashed, not salty: "There are two small boats here, let's have one boat."
The movement of the sky jumped suddenly, and the bright smile instantly condensed on the face, screaming at Murong Xuedao: "I will not row."
"The next person on the painting will basically row, you can find someone to help you draw..." Murong Xue said carelessly, put the ropes and picked up the paddles.
The sky is disdainful and disdainful: "A group of vulgar people, who is with the girl to take a boat? This girl is to see you strong and pleasing to the eye, only to sit with you..."
This is the sky... It is her husband.
"Thank you Miss Cang for raising love, but, sorry, I am not used to sitting in a small boat with a stranger. If Miss Cang can't row, I will wait here. I will pick more lotus flowers, and the lotus will come back. Some..." Murong Xue said slowly, sitting on the small boat, slashing the paddles and slowly drifting forward.
Looking at the figure that she gradually drifted away, the beautiful face of the sky suddenly darkened: she could see her in her small boat, and she turned her face to face, which is really hateful! She won't let herself go to her boat, she still has to go up.
The toes of the sky suddenly slammed, and the slender figure leaped out. It swept straight toward Murong Xue’s boat, and it was about to jump on her boat. Murong Xue’s mouth curled up in a strange arc, and the small paddle in the hand suddenly slammed in the water. A stroke, the small boat, like the arrow of the string, instantly floated four or five meters away.
The sky was too cold, and both feet stepped on the air. 'Ploping', fell into the water, splashing countless splashes, she fluttered indiscriminately, and floated out of the water. The delicate hair was scattered, and the thin long skirts were all Drenched, clinging to the body, falling her up, and crying for help: "Help! Help..."
Looking at her wolverine look, Duan Luo Luo helplessly sighed, told the next person to save people, sharp eyes swept through the silent Murong Xue, the bottom of the flash swept a long meaning: "Shizi's friend, is a ... Ono Cat..."
When the claws are extended, the person will be covered with scars, and the claws will be retracted, and the popular seven-smoke smoke will not be lost.
"The little wild cat is good, it won't be bullied!" Ouyang Shaohao said faintly, looking up at Murong Xue on the small boat, there was a glimpse of a smile in the obsidian-like eyes.
Murong Xue rowed into the lotus bush with a small boat. The faint fragrant scent came to the face, which made people feel fascinated. Murong Xue admired it. Slowly walking and watching, seeing which lotus flower, which lotus plucked, plucked it and threw it on the boat. ......
She does not let the sky go to the small boat, one does not want to contact the sky, and then it is to install more lotus, lotus...
Gently stroked into the ear, Murong Xue looked up and saw a small boat slowly passing outside the lotus bush. The rowing was a middle-aged woman wearing a light gray coarse cloth gown and trousers.
The beautiful woman standing on the small boat, fluttering in red, pale and pale, was already finished, and changed the clothes again.
Murong Xue Liumei slightly picks up: I sat around the boat so fast, it seems that she was drowned very lightly, maybe it was mischievous, and suffered a little injury, a little bit of water, for the sky. It doesn't matter...
No matter what the reason, the sky and her have no enmity, as long as the sky does not come to provoke her, she is too lazy to pay attention to her.
Standing on the small boat, the sky slowly drifted into the lotus, looking at the lotus flower that could not be seen at the side. The beautiful little face was slightly gloomy. It was not the lotus flower, the lotus flower, she would, and she would also A lot of lotus flowers, picking up a lot of lotus, suffocating Murong Xue...
Suddenly a thirst in the throat, she couldn't help but cough a few times, grabbed a lotus flower, twisted the green path and threw it into the boat: Murong Xue was hurting her, and she was smashed by water...
The breeze blew through and brought a few ambiguous notes: "Ah... ah... help!"
Someone has an accident! The sky is beautiful, the dark eyes are gleaming: "Quickly, quickly put the boat over..."
(End of this chapter)