Chapter 4 The charming orchid is Murong, and it belongs to the palace

After An Xiang's death, Ximen sent another girl, Wanqing, to take care of me. Nominally it is care, but in fact, it is surveillance like Anxiang.

He also implicitly warned me that if such a situation happened again, Wan Qing would die worse than An Xiang.

At this time, it has passed the fifteenth. God knows how I spent this day, which makes me really understand what it means to live like a year.

"Tert it down, if there is anything wrong with this woman, all the people in the castle and Anxiang will end up." Ximen Que smiled evilly and ordered Wanqing

"Ximenque..." I shouted to stop his back when he was about to leave: "You want to stay with me so deliberately. It's not for me to eat and live in your Fengque Pavilion for nothing!" I get straight to the point. Now for me, what I want to know most is what Simonque is going to do.

"Hm? Do I need to tell you about this? The concubine prepared for the prince is the best person according to your charming appearance. He smiled at me as he spoke.

"Ha ha, you won't. You just want me to be a princess comfortably!"

The person in front of him was suddenly stunned and slowly walked to me: "Sure enough, it is worthy of the person around Xiao Yeyu. The person who knows the current affairs is Junjie." Then my head was attached to my ear test: "I want you to do the fine work next to the prince."

"Ha ha. That's ridiculous! Ximenque, why are you sure that I can promise you? I sneered.

"Hey hey" is his evil smile again, "I can wait slowly. I have plenty of time to play with you." Then he left with a smile.

The moon is bright, and the person is still the same, falling in love after dusk.

"Miss Murong, it's time to go to bed. It's getting late."

"Wanqing, do you know that Anxiang also has a younger brother?" I asked lightly.

"Wan Qing doesn't know." Sure enough, he is from the Fengque Pavilion, and everything is like walking on thin ice and exhausting.

"Ha ha, it's nothing. I just think the dark fragrance is dead. His brother is only five years old. It should be very pitiful."

"..." Wan Qing has been packing up his things silently. It seems that there is a lesson from the dark fragrance, and all people are more careful in front of me.

Wanqing is still like the dark fragrance, and she keeps watch for me at night.

I am still under house arrest in the Qingcheng Pavilion every day, and I haven't taken a step. First, I don't want to, and secondly, I don't want anyone to be involved with me anymore.

"Miss Murong..." Wan Qing's crisp voice rose at the door.

"What's the matter?" I put down my pen and turned around.

"The master said that the marriage between the princess and the prime minister has been settled, and there will be a banquet in the palace tomorrow. The master asked the girl to prepare and go to the palace with the master tomorrow.

"Princess and Prime Minister?" In fact, I'm more curious about why I was taken to such a banquet.

"Yes! The first young prime minister of the State of Shu is only 18 years old!" Wan Qing said, with admiration flashed in his calm eyes.

Mo Bixuan, the princess of the State of Shu, is the only princess of the State of Shu and the only sister of Mo Youchen. What a noble figure.

"Wanqing, tell Ximenque that I won't go, and he won't bother anymore."

"However, the master said that His Royal Highness asked to take you there. Besides, Wanqing is afraid..."

I looked at Wan Qing's embarrassed face, and then I realized that I must be afraid that Ximen Que would blame me.

"Okay, I'll go!" I went back faintly.

"Yes!" Wan Qing retreated with a smile.

The next day, Nangong Wan'er brought a lot of people to dress up for me.

In fact, I don't like such a luxurious lineup. But in order not to let innocent people be involved by me, I had to reluctantly let them play with me.

Finally, I wore a moon-white and ground dress, on which was printed with a faint orchid, E'e cloud bun, bright teeth and delicate lips. It looked like a light cloud covering the moon, and the wind flowing back to the snow, which was like a charming orchid under the hot sun and blue moon.

Even Nangong Wan'er, who came out of hibiscus from clear water, stared at me in the mirror and was speechless for a long time. Suddenly, she turned into a complex look, and I actually saw something murderous in it.

"I don't want to dress like this." I'm so cold that I want to take off my clothes.

"Girl..." Suddenly, all the green women except Nangong Waner fell to the ground.

"Miss Murong, don't embarrass us." Nangong Wan'er said gently.

"Just go to the palace for a banquet. It's too ostentatious to dress like this." I withdrew my hand that was about to take off my clothes and sat back in the chair helplessly.

"Wan'er thinks this makeup is quite suitable for the girl's elegant temperament. Besides, the prince will also arrive at that time, so..."

"Then I don't want to dress like this..."

"Wan'er, how do you take care of Miss Murong..." A cold stern voice.

I looked back and saw Ximenque, who was wearing a luxurious red makeup. When he saw me, he was suddenly stunned.

I said coldly, "You don't have to embarrass them anymore. Gentlemen don't force others. Why do you use them to threaten me?"

He suddenly came to his senses and put on a reruly smile, "Threat?? Hey hey, I just like to play with you. Besides, when did I say that I was a gentleman?

I was too lazy to fight with him, so I took off the ornaments on my head.

"Oh?? Is it wrong for them to serve you? Wan'er, since Miss Murong is not satisfied with your service, you should know what to do and go down to get the punishment. He suddenly restrained some smiles.

I saw that Nangong Wan'er's face could no longer stimulate a smile, and her face was a rare surprise: "Son..."

"It's despicable enough..." I stared at Ximenque fiercely.

He was not angry, but smiled more and more happily: "It's enough to deal with you!"

When I meet such a scoundrel, I can say nothing but think I'm unlucky.

Ximenque only took me into the palace alone.

When he first walked out of the Qingcheng Pavilion, a five- or six-year-old boy, dressed in a black suit, walked to Ximenque, with Ling Qian in his tender throat: "Master, Luo Xuan came back to restore his life."

Ximen Que only gave a cold look: "Go down."

When the boy turned around, I suddenly felt that the figure was very familiar and had a murderous spirit that he should not have at his age.

"Aren't you leaving?" Ximen Que turned around and said to me in a daze.

I came to my senses and followed him closely.

"Ximenque, who is that?"

"Oh? Are you also interested in him? He teased me with a scoundrel.

"Do you think everyone is the same as you? He is a child." I stared at him.

"Killer." His words are without any emotion.

"Killer? But he is still so young. How can he let such a small child kill people?

"Is it strange? In this world, if you don't learn to be cruel, you will be chased by the cruelty of others. I asked him to learn how to survive early. He said flatly.

"You are harming him. He is still a child and has the right to have a good childhood. Too much blood should not be instilled in his small memory..."

He suddenly interrupted me with a cold face: "Dead woman, are you a little too broad? This is my business of Fengque Pavilion. If you have the energy, you'd better take good care of yourself, but don't forget that you are in a worse situation than him now.

I'm speechless.

Yes, at least the boy named Luo Xuan is still free now, and I... Ha ha, I can't help slandering.

It is magnificent and spectacular.

Sure enough, the imperial palace of Shu is no worse than that of the southern country.

All the relevant people in the palace who received the invitation will go with solemn appearance. Only Ximenque acted in a low profile and only took me alone.

Ximenque did not reduce his arrogance at all. I turned a blind eye to those flattering officials all the way.

The bamboo orchestra of the princess's Chaoxia Palace is a lively scene.

The imperial concubines in the palace came to congratulate.

I glanced at Ximenque sitting next to me. On such occasions, he has always had a lull face since he entered the palace, which is really puzzling.

I'm bored watching the band playing.

Suddenly, I heard a feminine voice: "The queen is here..."

The silk bamboo and the dance suddenly stopped, and everyone looked in the direction of the sound.

I saw a group of elegant people coming. The person walking in the front should be the queen. The beautiful woman with the queen's arm next to her doesn't have to guess. Look at the bright service. Except for Mo Bixuan, the only princess of the State of Shu, who will dress up like this?

Behind him... There was a sudden explosion in my mind.

The man behind him, with white hair... The cold eyes, and the side...

How can it be them...

Impossible, absolutely impossible, how can they be here...

My chest beats heavily like a drum, which has already exceeded my load. My eyes are sore that I can't see clearly in front of me.

It's impossible, it's definitely not true.

I told myself secretly.

My hands trembled and slowly stood up.

"Yu'er..." Mo Youchen, who was elegant and noble, walked to me from the queen

"Queen Mother, this is the Murong Yu I mentioned to you two days ago. How does the mother feel? A certain dust took my hand.

But my thoughts are not on them at all, but all the time, looking at the sandalwood wheelchair behind him with slightly moist eyes.