017 Tianxiang Building

Tianxiang Building.

Murong Xueyan, dressed in men's clothes, sat down with no trace. When she went out this time, she didn't bring Jinxin and Xiurong.

Both of them are dressed in white, and their appearances are handsome and extraordinary, which attracts the attention of all directions and is full of peach color.

"The wine here is not good, and it's not as good as your father's craftsmanship." Guo Wuhen directly poured it into the wine jar.

"No trace, you are really good at drinking." Murong Xueyan praised. In terms of age, she is ten years old. But she likes to call her by her name directly, just as she calls Nangong Yi, who is seven years older than her...

"Of course." Guo Wuhen raised his eyebrows and smiled very conceitedly, "Last time I sneaked into a corrupt official's house, lived there for more than ten days, and drank all the wine in his cellar. The people in their family only talked about fox immortals."

"Haha..." Murong Xueyan laughed, and suddenly her face stiffened, and she quickly covered her face with a folding fan. Looking along her eyes, she saw two men entering from the gate of Tianxiang Tower, and then sat at a table in the distance. Each of them is 40 years old and clumsy. He is dressed as a servant, and the other is dressed and groomed. His sword eyebrows and eyes are extraordinary. At first glance, he is the master. Coincidentally, in the past few days of helping Murong Xueyan check the "Linglong Jade Pei", I recognized these two people without trace--

Nangong Ming, the housekeeper of Jingwang Mansion, and Nangong Yi, Jingwang.

"Shopkeeper, a plate of beef, a plate of fried mushrooms, and a bowl of chicken soup." Nangong said in a clear voice.

It seems that the two of them came back from where they are going to eat here.

Murong Xueyan really doesn't want Nangong Yi to see her here...

"Wo girl, I'll pay the bill." Guo Wuhen had already seen a clue from her look, lowered his eyes and smiled, and called the shopkeeper to pay the bill.

After paying the account, Murong Xueyan held up the folding fan and covered up the downstairs.

After walking out of Tianxiang Tower, there was still something important to do, so I was separated from Murong Xueyan.

Murong Xueyan rushed back in the direction of the prime minister's house. Suddenly, a sedan chair stopped in front of her and was about to ask. She opened the curtain of the sedan chair with one hand, so that she could clearly see the person sitting in the sedan chair--

The richest man in the capital, 13,000.

"Miss Mu?"

You can still recognize her dressed like this. Her eyesight is really extraordinary.

"Master Wan, I haven't seen you for a long time." Murong Xueyan said hello and was ready to say goodbye.

A question of ten thousand yuan made her stop. He asked, "Did nothing happen to the girl in the palace that day?"

Why did he ask,... Does he know something? Murong Xueyan turned her mind and opened her mouth to say something, but she heard ten thousand people shaking her head and said, "That day, the girl suddenly fainted. I was going to invite the doctor, and the prince broke in."

Sure enough... Nangong Yi did it all, and he didn't admit it! This damned man! Murong Xueyan confirmed the facts through ten thousand words, and her hatred for Nangong Yi became deeper.

"Miss Mu, I have something to ask her for help." Tens of thousands of attitudes and joy.

Murong Xueyan was unsuspecting and asked indifferently, "What's the matter?"

"The girl is very good at singing and dancing. I don't know if she can help Wan? Wan will have a banquet for Xue Xijian, the prince of the Western Song Dynasty, three days later to discuss the casting of weapons. I don't know if the girl can dance in front of the prince to help Wan? Ten thousand and thirty thousand first made a request, and then promised, "If the girl helps me, I will try my best to get the girl out of the control of King Jing."

The last word almost made Murong Xueyan laugh. Talking about control, she and Nangong Yi have already gone their separate ways, not to mention that Nangong Yi also has an old lover on the tip of his heart...

In any case, this ten thousand and thirty thousand is also a kind heart, which is better than the hypocritical Nangongyi.

"Okay, I promise." Long eyelashes droop gently and readily agree.

"Well, three days later, I will arrive at Wan's house at noon." Ten thousand and three thousand pointed to the middle-aged man standing in front of the sedan chair, "This is the housekeeper in the lower house, Yang Liwan."

"..." The name of the housekeeper almost made Murong Xueyan spit out the meal she had just eaten in Tianxiang Building.

Three days later, Wanfu.

The night pearl shines the whole hall like the day. The flowers on the precious carpet from Persia on the ground are clearly patterned, indicating the owner's wealth. All cups, plates, cups and dishes are made of good green jade, exquisite and luxurious. After the banquet, Wan Sanqian and Xue Xijianhan said a few words, and then proposed, "There are excellent singers and prostitutes in Wan's house. I don't know if the prince is happy to watch it?"

Xue Xijian nodded and replied.

Three thousand high-fives, the gentle sound of the flute sounded leisurely...

In the sound of the flute, Murong Xueyan, dressed in a big red skirt, held an umbrella and came out. After careful makeup, Murong Xueyan's facial features were more exquisite, her pupils were full of affection, her red lips opened slightly, and accompanied by the sound of the flute, and sang gently:

"The eaves are like cliffs, the wind chimes are like the sea, and we wait for the swallow to return.

Time is arranged to play an accident, and you walk away quietly.

The story is outside the city, the thick fog can't disperse, and the dialogue can't be seen clearly.

You can't hear it. The wind doesn't exist. I'm sighing.

When the dream woke up, who was on the window sill and opened the ending.

The future as thin as cicada wings can't stand who can dismantle it.

I'll send you away. Thousands of miles away, you are silent.

In the era of silence, maybe it shouldn't be too far away to love each other.

I'll send you away. Are you still outside the world?

Where does the sound of the piano come from? It's hard to guess life and death. Use your whole life to wait

......”

The feeling of sadness is integrated into the song, with a touch of sadness and the pain of lovesickness. Even the listener can't help but be moved, and is moved by the singer's farewell.

"Good! OK!" Xue Xijian praised and said to Wan Sanqian, "Master Wan is more sincere, not like the King of Jing..."

Xue Xijian's voice was lowered. Murong Xueyan didn't hear the content after the word "King Jing", but she also understood one thing: the casting of weapons this time was seized from Nangong Yi halfway.

Let the heartless bad guy taste the taste of failure. Murong Xueyan thought, and the corners of her mouth smiled.

"May I ask the girl's name?" Xue Xijian got up and walked to Murong Xueyan.

"Murong Xueyan." Before she could think about it, she revealed her real name and regretted it.

"It's as famous as a person, ice muscle and snowy face." Xue Xijian smiled and picked her up, who was still kneeling.

The sudden contact of the body made Murong Xueyan panic and hurriedly said, "Your Highness, I'm leaving first." Then no matter how the people present reacted, they left the scene quickly.

After leaving the hall, Murong Xueyan immediately found Yang Liwan and told her that she wanted to leave, but she saw Yang Liwan smile sadly, which made her creepy: "Girl, our master has told me that we can't let you go."

"You can't let me go. What does that mean?" Murong Xueyan is on guard.

"It's not interesting. I just asked the girl to live in Wanfu for the time being." Yang Liwan waved a few maids and "invited" Murong Xueyan to a wing room.

What is the purpose of this thirteen thousand?

Murong Xueyan was stared at by four maids with eight eyes, and she only felt the same from head to toe - depressed!

It seems that this ten thousand is not a good one. Fortunately, she also believed his words and believed that King Jing was frivolous that day...

The hourglass on the case flowed off little by little, and Murong Xueyan gradually became anxious during the long wait.

After a long time, ten thousand people finally appeared.

"The surname is Wan. Why did you lock me up here? Do you know who I am?" After understanding the purpose of ten thousand, Murong Xueyan was not so polite.

Three thousand people smiled jokingly: "You are just a prostitute in Jingwang Mansion. Who cares about your life and death?"

"I tell you, Nangong Yi lied to you that day. I'm not a prostitute. I'm Murong Xueyan, the daughter of Murong Rui, the prime minister!" Murong Xueyan simply showed her identity. Before that, this identity had made her unfavorable, like a universal pass.

Unfortunately, when it comes to the tens of thousands of people who are rich, it doesn't work.

"I don't care who you are. I only know that the prince of the Western Song Dynasty has a fancy to you. Ten days later, the prince will leave for the Western Song Dynasty. At that time, Wan will give you as a gift to the prince." Tens of thousands of people have their own wishes.

"Bah!" Murong Xueyan spat at him and changed his name, "I want to dedicate Miss Ben to that prince. Be your spring and autumn dream!"

He was speechless. Looking at Murong Xueyan, he suddenly bullied him and knocked on Murong Xueyan's chin with his right hand: "Such a beautiful woman lost all that day, which made the eventful King Jing bad. Well, it's just right for this time."

His flattering smile made Murong Xueyan sick for a while. After saying that, he understood the real reason of the last incident. Murong Diyan couldn't help stammering, "That day... What happened that day?"

"You might as well tell you that the person who designed you that day was me, and King Jing rescued you from me."

"What?" For so long, she actually regarded Nangong Yi, the "life-saving benefactor" as a disciple, a pervert and a villain. She couldn't avoid him, and once said bad words to each other, er... and slapped him...

No wonder Nangong Yi will call her stupid. Indeed, she is indeed indistant and stupid to a certain extent. This time, I was fooled by ten thousand, isn't it... the legendary retribution?

This time, Murong Xueyan even regretted her intestines.

"How does Taohuawu taste?" Before leaving, he turned back and smiled, and his appearance was obscene.

Taohuawu... Murong Xueyan has heard from the traceless mouth that it is a kind of colorless and tasteless, harmful and invisible **... This ten thousand, there is something wrong with the glass of wine he forced her to drink that day, and there is ** in the wine!

That is to say, in the royal palace that day, it was Nangong Yi who took the initiative to " seduce" under the catalysis of **...

If Nangong Yi appears in front of her now, she must find a hole and get in immediately.