005 doesn't count

Five days later, the men's clothes made by Chengde Buzhuang were delivered to the door. Murong Xueyan couldn't wait to go to Jingwang Mansion to cancel the marriage.

"Does the young lady really want to go to Jingwang for divorce?" Jinxin was very puzzled by his young lady's decision. "On that day, King Jing even wrote a book. I'm afraid that Miss can't get any benefits this time."

"Well, that man deserves to divorce me. If you want to divorce me, I will divorce him!" Murong Xueyan said proudly, looking down to choose from several sets of men's clothing that have been prepared, picked up a moon-white robe, and prepared to be the "head" for going out today.

"Don't be stunned, you two should also choose one to change!" Murong Xueyan said to the two maids.

"We?" Jinxin and Xiurong are confused.

"Think about it, if we enter the palace as usual, I guess it will be recognized by our servants before we enter the door. Maybe we will be chased out if we can't even enter the door. Of course, we have to change our clothes." Murong Xueyan explained with a smile.

Jinxin Bingxue was so smart that she immediately guessed her young lady's intention: "What does the young lady mean is that we dress up as a man and enter the royal palace?"

"That's right, go change your clothes!" Murong Xueyan looked at Jinxin with admiration, took her clothes and entered the inner room to change clothes.

After a cup of tea, the three masters and servants pretended to be finished.

A moon-white robe, with only a belt of the same color around the waist. The hair is as high as the current man, and the hairband of the same color is also used. The simplest dress makes Murong Xueyan, who used to be snow-skinned, turn into a handsome young man with a jade tree in the wind and elegant style. Jinxin and Xiurong can't help but see it. Stayed.

"There is a different way for the young lady to dress like this..." Xiurong couldn't think of an adjective for a moment.

"Reld charm!" Murong Xueyan looked at the two people in front of him who turned from beautiful maids to beautiful maids and smiled.

"Miss, do you want to pass the sedan chair?" Jin Xin asked again.

"Of course, you want it. You have to let others see it." Murong Xueyan smiled and blinked strangely.

The sedan chair stopped outside the gate of the royal palace. Jinxin took a step forward and said to the young man who guarded the gate of the royal palace, "This little brother, please pass on to your prince and say that an old man surnamed Mu is visiting."

"This..." The little man looked at the three people with a hesitant face.

"Brother, please tell your prince that you must meet my son and discuss important things." Jinxin quietly took out an ingot of silver from his sleeve pocket and stuffed the silver into the boy's arms while he was talking.

"Okay, the villain will go to pass it out immediately!" The little man rushed away.

Sure enough, money can make ghosts grind. Murong Xueyan looked at the scene in front of her, opened the folding fan in her hand, and covered the smile at the corners of her mouth.

"The prince is really handsome." Xiurong joked.

"Good to say, good to say." Murong Xueyan deliberately suppressed her voice to make herself more in line with the identity of "the prince".

A few moments later, the little man came in a hurry and said to the three of them, "My prince asked the three to go to the study to wait."

When Murong Xueyan heard the words, she pulled the corners of her mouth unhappily and waited. Why? Isn't it just that he is a little bigger, more money and more powerful than others?

The three masters and servants entered the study of the palace under the leadership of another servant of the royal palace. After sitting down, Murong Xueyan looked around curiously. This study is said to be a study, but it is full of military momentum. Looking around, the shelf is full of military books, and there is no other superfluous decorations.

After waiting for a long time, Nangong Yi still did not appear. Murong Xueyan was impatient to get up, but saw a middle-aged man over 40 years old standing up and entering the door.

"Is it the prince who asked to see the prince?" The middle-aged man asked with a serious look.

"That's right, it's me." Murong Xueyan closed the folding fan in her hand. For some reason, the man in front of her was inexplicably unpleasant to her, and her tone was not so polite, "Old man, who are you?"

"You..." The middle-aged man is Nangong Ming, the housekeeper of the royal palace. He has been a slave in the Nangong family for three generations. Even King Jing respectfully calls him "Uncle Ming". This stinky boy dares to be so rude!

Due to his age and identity, Nangong Ming was inconvenient to attack, so he had to answer in a low voice, "The old man is the general manager of the prince's mansion, Nangong Ming."

"Head of Nangong, our little... The prince is here to find your prince. What are you doing here?" Jin Xin retorted at the right time.

Nangong Ming raised his head and said proudly, "The prince is going to take care of thousands of machines every day. Is it for idle people to see each other?"

"'Idle people and so on'?" Murong Xueyan repeated his words and blushed with anger. When she took out the Xiushu in her sleeve pocket, she spread it out in front of Nangong Ming: "Look at this, I have this in my hand, can I still be a 'miscellaneous person'?"

"This..." Nangong Ming hesitated for a moment and said, "The prince is practicing martial arts at this time, and it is not convenient to meet guests."

"Then you can take me there directly!" Murong Xueyan shouted.

Nangong Ming didn't say much. He led the way directly in front of him and took Murong Xueyan to the special campus for Nangong Yi's daily practice.

Murong Xueyan saw the ancient school grounds for the first time, and she suddenly felt refreshed. The east head is a war drum. The color of the drum surface is old, which should be old for a long time. The west head is equipped with a weapon rack, on which there are knives, guns, swords, halberd, whips... Eighteen kinds of weapons, all of which are incomplete. Nangong Yi was dressed in a black suit and was dancing with a sword. His movements were light and fast. His body was like electricity, which was dazzling. Behind him, a woman was lowering his eyebrows and stroking the piano, as if the rhythm of the piano was compatible with the swordsmanship. However, Nangong Yi's sword danced faster and faster, the woman was not strong enough and finally stopped the movement in her hand.

Nangong Yi stopped the sword and suddenly turned around. He saw Murong Xueyan standing beside him and asked, "Uncle Ming, who is he?"

"Mr. Mu said that he had something important to discuss with the prince." After the report, Nangong Ming retreated respectfully.

Nangong Yi glanced at it and saw through Murong Xueyan's disguise - blowing and tearful white skin, the two obvious ear holes on the earlobe, close to his body, and there was a faint fragrance of fat and powder. Obviously, this "boy" was dressed up by a woman.

"This girl, what are you doing when you look for me?"

"You...you can see it?" Murong Xueyan was slightly shocked. From entering the royal palace to this time, no one could see that she was disguised as a woman, and the prince called her back. This Nangongyi exposed her as soon as he saw her. It was really not simple. Resolute sword eyebrows, straight nose bridge, cold and sharp eyes, in terms of handsomeness, Nangong Yi is indeed no more, but the lines of these facial features are too strong, which makes people feel inhuman.

"Natural." Nangong Yi looked at the uninvited guest in front of him calmly. The moon-white long shirt, not fat powder, is still beautiful and suffocatingly beautiful. This face makes him feel very familiar. He can be sure that he has seen it somewhere!

"Since you can see it, I won't beat around the bush." Murong Xueyan's Xiushu spread out in front of Nangongyi, "You wrote this thing, right?"

"This is the divorce book written by Wang himself. How can it be in your hand?" Nangong Yi looked at Murong Xueyan in embsters.

Murong Xueyan smiled contemptuously and tore the Xiushu to pieces in front of Nangong Yi and the woman behind him. Then he said calmly, "Listen, Nangong Yi, I am your great princess. That collision didn't kill me."

"Your Majesty, isn't she dead? She... Is she a human or a ghost?" The woman in Fuqin was so scared that she hid behind Nangong Yi.

"You are the ghost! Look at your makeup so thick that the powder weighs two catties. Murong Xueyan grabbed her white and said something. She was so angry that her face almost twisted into shape. Then she looked at Nangong Yi and doubled her voice as before: "This divorce is not enough evidence to count. Listen, Nangongyi, today, it's me Murong Xueyan who asked to terminate the marriage contract. I don't want you!"

"What?"

"I, no, want, you, anymore!" Murong Xueyan stopped word for word.

"You..." Nangong pointed to this little girl who didn't know the depth of heaven and earth angrily, and began to count like a cannon. "You secretly talked to your servants on the wedding night. After being smashed, you committed suicide. You were lucky enough not to die. You didn't hide at home and reflect. How dare you still have the face to say that you don't want me?"

"Dark Song? Why do you say that? Although he was a little shorter than Nangong Yi, he refused to give up in his momentum. Murong Xueyan leaned on tiptoe and said angrily, "You saw two people in a ** that they thought it was a 'dark song'. May I ask you, have you investigated it? Have you interrogated? Do you have any conclusive evidence? Have you heard anyone admit it in person?"

"At that time, all the people in the new house saw with their own eyes that you were entangled with the little guy's clothes!" Nangong Yi is sumpy.

"Is what you see with your own eyes the truth?" Murong Xueyan continued to question, "For example, the woman behind you just killed you, and then put the knife in my hand and ran away. As a result, others came to see the knife in my hand. Oh, I became a murderer?"

"You..." Nangong Yi was choked when asked again, and he couldn't help looking at Murong Xueyan more. What I saw on the day of the wedding was obviously a stupid girl, and could she be the same person as the energetic, eloquent and bold little girl in front of her?!

"That's all for my words. Remember, the dissolution of our marriage contract is not that you divorced me, but - I don't want you!" Murong Xueyan said she would leave and called the two maids next to her, "Jinxin, Xiurong, let's go!"

"Don't you want me?" Nangong Yi smiled disapprovingly and calmly retorted, "In the law of the Northern Qi Dynasty, a man never divorces his wife, but no woman divorces a husband. I tell you, everything you say today doesn't count!"

"Doesn't it count?" Murong Xueyan stopped and was so angry that she almost rushed to the crown. She tossed around for a long time, changed her men's clothes, bribed the gatekeeper, cleaned up the housekeeper, and finally saw him and made it clear the words to terminate the marriage contract. As a result, he actually only used the word "not counting" as an answer!

"Xiangxiang, let's go back to the room and ignore this bitch." In front of Murong Xueyan, Nangong Yi deliberately turned around and hugged the woman who had just played the piano, his side concubine Liu Xiangxiang.

"Yes, my lord." The woman in her arms smiled and glanced at Murong Xueyan with a provocative look.

"..." Murong Xueyan stared at a pair of men and women who left, and was so angry that she couldn't move.

"Miss, let's go back first." Jinxin advised, "Anyway, the prime minister and the prince are officials of the same dynasty. It's too ugly. I'm afraid..."

Maybe she was worried about the surroundings or the ears and eyes of the royal palace. Jinxin did not say the rest of the words. As smart as Murong Xueyan, she also guessed the meaning of the second half of her words. I'm afraid that Nangongyi will embarras her prime minister father in the court.