Chapter 8

"I don't know any martial arts, but I've seen many bodyguards compete and watch some tricks and embroider legs!" Murong snow casually perfunctory, eyes unnaturally flashed.

If it didn't happen to her, she would never believe it, let alone Murong ye, who is only 14 years old. If she told the truth, maybe Murong ye would think she was in the evil. She would better hide the secret.

"Is that really it?" Murong Ye frowns slightly, obviously does not believe her words.

"Of course, what do I lie to you for?" Seeing Murong ye ready to continue questioning, Murong Xue said in a hurry: "it's late. I'll take the Tibetan mastiff to take a bath first. Now it's dirty and must be very uncomfortable."

When Murong ye heard the word "Tibetan mastiff", he was full of doubts and immediately threw himself out of the clouds. His eyes flashed at him: "sister, if you are not in good health, don't work hard. Give it a bath. I'll do it."

Murong snow smile: "I am to let servant girls help it clean, and do not personally do it, which will work hard."

Murong Ye shook his head in disapproval: "the Tibetan mastiff's fur is dirty. You can't see the original color. There must be a lot of mud on the body. Those maids in your yard are all thin arms and legs. They don't have much strength. They may not be able to wash out their true colors before dark. You'd better give the Tibetan mastiff to me. I'll let the kids clean it and send it to you."

Sister is very precious Tibetan mastiff, refused to sell, he and the Tibetan mastiff good relations, while the younger sister does not pay attention, quietly led out such a once or twice, can also give himself a lot of face.

"All right, then." Murong Xue nodded, "reluctantly," and handed the Tibetan mastiff to Murong Ye. He told him, "its fur is knotted. Let's be careful when cleaning. Don't hurt it..."

"Know, know!" Murong Ye nodded his head again and again, and led the Tibetan mastiff forward with brisk steps: the Tibetan mastiff is a rare fierce dog and his future God of wealth. Naturally, he will tell his servants to be careful.

After a few steps, he suddenly stopped and turned to look at Murong Xue. In her puzzled eyes, he said uneasily: "sister, I didn't ask you what you mean, so I made up my mind to withdraw your marriage with Ye Yichen. Don't you blame me?"

In the past year, he spent less and less time at home and met his sister only a few times. However, he knew clearly that his sister was very fond of night dust.

"Of course not." Murong Xue said with a slight smile: "when ye Yichen demoted me as a side imperial concubine at the dust washing banquet, I proposed to withdraw my marriage. The Emperor didn't object to it, and ordered someone to inform laojing king to come to Beijing as soon as possible to discuss the matter of divorce..."

"Really?" Murong Ye's eyes brightened: "you don't like night dust?"

Murong snow disdains to hum: "so dregs of people, not worth my liking."

"That's right!" Murong Ye nodded with approval: "Ye Yichen didn't have you in his heart and couldn't see you in his eyes. He is not a good match for you. You offered to give up your marriage. It's absolutely right to break with him!"

"Woof, woof, woof!" The little Tibetan mastiff saw that the two of them had been talking to each other, and could not help shouting.

Murong Ye looked at it and said happily, "I'm so anxious. Let's go and take a bath with you!"

Seeing Murong Ye disappear in the corner, Murong Xue walks slowly along the Qingshi road. Far away, he hears a burst of laughter like a silver bell. Liu Mei picks her pick and follows the sound to the main courtyard.

Stepping into the gate of the courtyard, I saw a group of servant girls and mammy standing in front of the west chamber. Each of them held a delicate sandalwood box. In the box were sapphire hairpins, RUBY EARRINGS, Jasper bracelets and other kinds of exquisite jewelry, each of which was valuable!

A girl in a pink skirt, like a butterfly floating between the exquisite jewelry, wearing this, wearing that, the smile is more beautiful than flowers.

Murong snow mouth bent up a touch of light mockery, slowly walked in the past: "what are you doing?"

Cold voice into the ear, maid, Mammy turned around, casual salute: "miss!"

Song Qingyan, a woman in pink, glanced at her faintly and said, "my cousin is back. My grandmother saw me wearing plain clothes. She is going to reward me with some jewelry. Let me choose by myself."

The grandmother in her mouth is not murongxue's own grandmother, but her stepgrandmother. She has two brothers and sisters, Murong Jian and Murong rou. Murong Yue, the former Marquis of Zhenguo, was born by his wife.

Song Qingyan is the legitimate eldest daughter of Wu'an Marquis's residence, and the only one that Murong Rou created. She is deeply loved by the old lady of the Marquis of Zhenguo. Every time she comes to Zhenguo Houfu, she always wears very plain clothes. When she goes back, she is dressed up in full dress and full of exquisite jewelry.

Murong Xue sneered in his heart and said leisurely, "grandma gives you something. You should go to grandma's warehouse to choose. Why come here to take my mother's dowry?"

Song Qingyan wears earrings and frowns tightly. She used to come to the Marquis's mansion to get jewelry here. She didn't see Murong Xue saying anything. Today, she even asked her mercilessly. What's wrong with her? "Your mother is my aunt. I'll give me some jewelry, but it's not enough."

"If my mother said it to you, that would be a gift. Without my mother's consent, you ran here to get jewelry, called stealing and robbing."In the last few words, Murong Xue accentuated her tone. Song Qingyan, who was merciless and sarcastic, blushed and glared at her with hatred: "your mother has been dead for ten years. How can I talk to her again? Murong Xue, you can stop now. Don't be too much?"

Murong Xue's face was slightly heavy, and he said in a cold voice, "my mother's dowry has been stolen for no reason. I ask you too much. Isn't it more excessive for you to steal other people's jewelry

"I didn't steal." Song Qingyan was angry: "I took the key, opened the lock, and took out the jewelry openly."

Murong snow mouth curved a few invisible radians, she is waiting for this sentence: "who is in charge of the warehouse key?"

"It's an old slave!" A mother in her thirties stood out, her hair combed meticulously, her face white and her eyes gloomy, and she knew she was a smart person.

"Somebody, drag her down, hit a hundred boards again and sell it!" Murong Xue snapped orders.

Mammy was shocked and exclaimed, "Miss, what did the old slave do wrong?" Murong Xue is gentle and never gets angry with his servants. How can he be so cruel today? He wants to beat her up and sell her.

"My mother gave you the key to keep watch of the things in the warehouse, not to give it to you. If you open the warehouse without the permission of the owner, you are a big bully. Shouldn't you sell it?"

The original owner was kind-hearted, which made some followers forget who the real owner of the warehouse was. She didn't mind helping them remember.

Song Qingyan's small face turned white in an instant. When mammy opened a warehouse for her, she was beaten and sold by Murong Xue. Murong Xue seems to be teaching mammy a lesson, but she is actually beating her face hard.

She suffered a dark loss and could not find a reason to refute it. Murong Xue's method is really clever and irritating.

Mammy looked around for help, but saw the servant girls. All the mammy bowed their heads, and did not dare to give out the atmosphere, for fear of provoking Murong Xue.

No one dared to help her. She had to save herself. Mammy bit her silver teeth and said in a loud voice, "madam, the old slave was ordered by the old lady to open the warehouse..."

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