Chapter 377

Look, he pretended to be the same as when he was in Dalong, as if he was really innocent

"Uya."

"There is no other choice." Seeing two words coming out of her thin lips, Jiang Luoyu shook her fingers and went back to the arhat couch. She lowered her face and whispered, "come on."

The sound falls, two black shadows fall out of the window quickly, the action is silent.

"My subordinates are here."

Murong Hao was still on the couch, his eyes narrowed and open. When Jiang Luoyu looked back at him, he saw that he was holding the secret owl's token in his hand. He raised his hand to take it. His finger brushed over the relief Li bird on it. His voice became colder and colder: "order Hanjiang Pavilion and dark owl to investigate the whole story of the fourth Prince's assassination."

The low voice outside the window returned and was ready to leave: "my subordinate, please."

But before he and he got up and left, Jiang Luoyu suddenly changed his face and said again, "wait a minute."

Murong Hao held the carved table and stood up straight. Zhengyi Zheng's hair crown was a little crooked. Looking at him, he hesitated and frowned: "Chen Hua?"

"It's very strange. Maybe it's deceitful. We can't pursue it so lightly. Otherwise, we're afraid it will fall into the eyes of those who have the intention. In case someone pollutes us at that time, I'm afraid it's not good for us to withdraw."

Jiang Luoyu clenched the token in her hand, pondered for a moment, and then stopped by the window. Although there was hesitation between her eyebrows and eyes, she still spoke again, only her voice was lower than that of analogy.

"Hanjiang Pavilion goes to investigate the assassination, and the dark owl sneaks into the imperial capital to inquire about the news. If he can't find out the information in the Wuya family, he can't help but look for the news in the Xiao clan -"

speaking of this, he can't help but want to see muronghao sitting behind him, but he's worried that he won't agree with him. His head is tilted half way, and his fingers are rubbing in his sleeve After a long time of caressing, he continued to speak.

“…… In particular, Xiao Ruyun, the fourth Prince's side concubine, and Qin imperial concubine in the palace are the most important news. "

The voice fell, and the two voices outside the house should be, the shadow disappeared, leaving only the man in front of the window holding his fingers. When he slowly turned back, he saw the man in black clothes standing up. At this time, he was looking at a certain direction in the room with an uncertain look on his side. According to the dark light in his eyes, he could not help holding the finger hanging on his side 。

"Zhaomin, you..."

"No harm." When muronghao heard his voice ringing in his ear, he shook his head slightly, raised his head and fixed his eyes for a while. His thin red lip curled out a very weak arc. There was no anger in his voice, but there was a kind of unspeakable sadness, "I know you must have a reason to do something. Don't worry about me."

Jiang Luoyu saw that he was in a trance and knew that he heard himself mention Xiao. He must be unable to help but think of Murong minlai. His fingers clenched his fingertips. Just as he was about to open his mouth to comfort him, Jiang Luoyu suddenly heard a knock outside the door, followed by the cautious voice of imperial sword.

"Mr. nei, the lady who has just lived in Yinzhu garden has come. At this time, she is asking to see him outside Liyu garden."

Isn't the young lady in Yinzhu garden the Miao girl that the old lady instructed to bring back?

When Jiang Luoyu heard this, he pulled the finger of the person in front of him and immediately let go. The person who caught him immediately noticed that he had clasped his wrist with his backhand, and the melancholy look on his face was interrupted. Jiang Luoyu breathed a sigh of relief from the bottom of his heart,

but he could not help but fade down, shaking his wrist and saying with a smile.

"The Marquis has a good life. Another beautiful woman."

Murong Hao saw his face with a bit of irony, but there was no cold in his words, so he knew that he was not angry, but he didn't want him to think more about the things he had just done. He couldn't help smiling at the corners of his lips and hugging the people in front of him. In a low voice, he said in a low voice: "my wife is unreasonable. It's not me that caused it. It's just my grandmother's mind. Why should I be angry with me?"

Hearing the light pear fragrance from him, Jiang Luoyu narrowed his eyes, and his eyes came out of his arms and fell to the blooming flowers and trees outside the window. The voice was almost floating: "if you don't have this attractive face, there will be so many things.

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hearing what he said, Murong Hao clenched his arm, stood up, drew out the gold dagger from his waist, and put the handle on his palm.

Jiang Luoyu was surprised to see him do so for some unknown reason.

“…… What is this for? "

Zhang's beautiful face is like a God, and her long eyelashes are like wings. A shadow falls on her white face. However, people can't help but get close to her. Only the words from her thin red lips make Jiang Luoyu, who holds the knife handle subconsciously, wake up in an instant.

"If you don't dislike the ugliness of the original, it's just like my mother and father, and I'm not in the way. When I restored your face, now it's destroyed by you, it's also..."

"What's that all of a sudden?" When Jiang Luoyu heard this, her face suddenly cooled down, and her eyes were filled with anger. However, in her eyes, she couldn't hide the tenderness when she remembered the past. Her fingers caressed his picturesque eyebrows and eyes, and her tone slowed down. "It's just a joke. Can you take it seriously?"Muronghao looked at him carefully for a while. Seeing that he was really not angry, the corner of his lips aroused him and rubbed him for a moment: "I'll go to see my father. Don't strain yourself."

"I know." Jiang Luoyu watched him go out of the door. She fixed her eyes on his back for a long time. She knew that in order to avoid the Miao girl who asked to meet at this time, she should also be heading to another door in the garden. After a long breath of relief, she looked down at the imperial sword waiting for orders on the steps. "She wants to see me? See me alone? "

The imperial concubine sword hung down her head and said respectfully, "back to the emperor, the lady didn't ask to see the Marquis, but only asked to see you."

"Did she come alone with her servant girl?"

"With two maids." Mention this matter, the expression of imperial concubine sword is a bit delicate, "be the two servant girls that you sent two days ago, there is no other person."

Jiang Luoyu pondered for a moment. The bone fan in her hand opened and closed, but her face looked a little fuzzy in the bright sunlight:

"lead her to the pavilion in the yard, where I will wait for her to come."

Not long after she had just sat down in the pavilion, Jiang Luoyu raised her eyes, which was bright red. She squinted slightly, clenched the bone fan in her hand, stood up, and walked a few steps outside the pavilion with a smile. She looked at the woman in the red gauze, with silver bells on her wrists and neck, and jingled when she lifted her step. She lowered her eyelids to cover the dark color in her eyes.

When the woman in red yarn heard the noise, she immediately raised her head and looked at it with a bit of curiosity. Standing not far away, the people in Lavender clothes did not dare to look at it more, and they dropped their heads again in panic.

After living in the old house for a few days, she once overheard several mothers who were waiting for the old lady in the old house. Since the emperor of Xihua entered the Murong mansion, the Murong mansion began to change dramatically. Changfang got the title, but the second room was expelled from the house by the old Murong master. When she got along with her husband, she even stabbed her husband when she was sitting in the palace, However, his husband did not blame him. On the contrary, according to his intention, he was the only one among the nobility of Da Jin.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she inquired, she heard one after another of the rumors that in Dajin, it was the newly married emperor who was ruthless and tactful.

Thinking of the legendary emperor of Xihua, the Miao women who had never seen nanjingyu felt uneasy. Before they could see clearly, they immediately lowered themselves. Some of them solemnly made a ceremony and said, "Qiya has met the emperor, and the emperor is blessed."

Jiang Luoyu glanced up and down at her. She looked at her different clothes, the jingling silver bells on her waist and neck, and the eyes that had already been curious to look around before she could speak. She had a slight smile on her face and raised her hand to signal her to enter the pavilion.

"Don't be so polite. Please sit down." As soon as she opened her mouth, the girl in red seemed unable to hold back. She quickly straightened up and looked left and right. Her eyes, especially curious, turned around her, as if she was looking at something strange. Although this kind of sight seemed abrupt, it was not offensive because it had no malice.

When they sat down at the table, peony lowered her body and put it in front of the girl in red who was a little cramped by her sleeve. Jiang Luoyu pushed the tea cup in front of her with a smile: "this is Yunwu Tea newly picked this year. Try it to see if it suits your taste. If you like, I'll send some bags of tea to the pavilion Continuously, the white silk of the tea was blown in front of him, and the white tea was blown out of his face for a long time.

Such a performance would be considered very impolite in the eyes of ordinary elders of the big family. What's more, even if the old lady really wanted to send a side room to muronghao, it shouldn't look like this. Is it because the old lady never meant this, but just asked this woman to test her mind first? Or is it the woman who behaves in the old house and deliberately behaves this innocent and ignorant appearance when she comes to her own house and lowers her vigilance?