"Sister, I think you should call me sister instead of Miss Murong." Murong still looked at Ye Fuxun with a smile, but there was no smile in her eyes, and her voice had a touch of coldness.
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Ye Fuxun was slightly startled, then smiled and said, "My concubine's sister just got married, and I don't want to have another so-called sister."
"Brother A-Zuo brought me back as a concubine, so sister has to call me sister, right?" Murong passed his hand across the guqin beside him and made a few crisp sounds, "Brother A-Zuo is busy, sister.
As his wife, I naturally have to help him. Shouldn’t the concubine ceremony be held on a different date?”
Ye Fuxun's cold eyes met Murong's gaze, "Want to have a concubine ceremony?" What Ye Fuxun hated the most was talking to her in such a sinister voice. She, Ye Fuxun, had never been a generous person.
Faced with Murong's provocation, she naturally would not sit still and wait for death. "Is Miss Murong too impatient? She wants to marry into our Prince Chen's palace so badly? How come she doesn't have the shyness of a little girl, oh? By the way, Miss Murong
This is her second marriage, no wonder, forced marriage has become the norm." In terms of talking nonsense, Ye Fuxun has never been afraid of anyone, let alone a weak woman who can't help but be frail.
What Murong was most afraid of was the fact that she was getting married for the second time. Now Ye Fuxun took it out and exposed it to the broad daylight. She was so angry that her face turned white and red. To Ye Fuxun's surprise, Murong actually endured it, "
Since I am getting married for the second time, I am very touched by the fact that Brother A-Zuo brought me all the way back from the north." He smiled coldly at Ye Fuxun and took a step forward, "Brother A-Zuo.
The person I love is me, and you are just a substitute for him when he is lonely." His eyes turned to a black figure coming this way, and suddenly reached out to push Ye Fuxun, but he turned back
Falling down, Ye Fuxun never thought that Murong would make such a move. She instinctively grabbed Murong, but Murong fell forward and knocked his head on the stone bench.
"This kind of little trick of yours is something I disdain the most." Ye Fuxun looked down at Murong. She covered her forehead and looked back, with bright red blood dripping from her fingers, "Sister, I didn't..."
The maid outside Xinshui Pavilion heard the commotion and hurriedly walked in. She saw Murong with blood on his head, and then looked at Ye Fuxun with a gloomy face. She didn't know what to do. Qing Hua hurried away holding Ye Fuxun's cloak.
When he came in, he saw Murong whose face was covered with blood. He thought that his master had suffered a loss, so he looked at Ye Fuxun with concern, and he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that he was not injured.
"Sister, I think you misunderstood me..." Murong looked at Ye Fuxun with tears in his eyes,
Ye Fuxun had always been disdainful of people who harmed themselves to frame her, but since Murong wanted to play, she would accompany him to the end, "Oh, Miss Murong, what are you talking about? What did I misunderstand about you? You are overthinking.
No matter how you stand, you can't stand still. Why don't you help your girl up?" As if she wasn't the one with the gloomy face just now, she looked at Murong whose face was covered in blood and said, "You want the concubine ceremony, just give the order.
, I will naturally do it for you, why use this to threaten me." After saying that, Ye Fuxun gently wiped the blood on Murong's face with a handkerchief, and said regretfully, "If such a beautiful face can remain,
Scars don’t look good. Next time if Miss Murong wants to ask me for something, you can send a servant to tell me, and I will definitely take care of the girl’s affairs.”
Murong looked at Ye Fuxun blankly. According to the plot, shouldn't she be furious and point out that she was acting? Why did she suddenly change her words and be so gentle? The black figure was already standing outside the Xinshui Pavilion, feeling unsure in her heart.
How much did he hear? Chu Chu said pitifully, "Brother A-Zhuo..."
Ye Fuxun stiffened, turned around and saw Song Hanzhuo wearing a black brocade robe, standing with his hands behind his back, his eyes fell on Murong's face, his sword eyebrows slightly frowned, he strode in, glanced at Ye Fuxun, lowered his head to check Murong
He was injured, and he ordered in a cold voice, "Hurry up and call the doctor."
"I'm fine." Murong said softly, "Sister, I didn't mean it." Ye Fuxun sneered and said coolly, "The people who came here removed all the stone benches and tables in Xinshui Pavilion for me, so I can save myself."
Concubine, if you accidentally injure Miss Murong." She said without looking and walked out with Qing Hua.
Song Hanzhuo looked helplessly at the cold figure, shook his head helplessly, and ordered the people around him to take good care of Murong, preparing to turn around and comfort an angry little woman.
"Brother Ah Zhuo..." Murong stretched out his hand and grabbed the corner of his clothes, "Can you stay with me? My forehead hurts so much." Just as he was talking, a little maid led the doctor over, and Murong said smoothly, "Ah Zhuo."
Brother Zhuo, can you accompany me?"
Song Hanzhuo hesitated for a moment, lifted up his robe and sat aside. Murong held the corner of Song Hanzhuo's clothes from beginning to end. The doctor quickly applied medicine to Murong, "Don't let the wound get infected in the next few days."
Song Hanzhuo nodded slightly and asked the old woman to send the doctor away. Murong raised a weak smile and said, "Do I look like you who was injured five years ago?"
When Song Hanzhuo was injured for the first time five years ago, it was also on his head. When Murong was treating the wound, he covered his entire face, leaving only his eyes and mouth.
Mentioning what happened before, Song Hanzhuo's face softened, with a little smile in his eyes, "This doctor's methods are much better than yours."
"Where is it?"
"Let's go, I will take you back to rest." Perhaps because the memories of the past were too beautiful, Song Hanzhuo's face softened a lot and he smiled at Murong.
Murong's eyes flashed, and he nodded a little flattered. She had been here for so many days, and Song Hanzhuo was very gentle to her. He had never spoken to her so gently.
After a while, everyone in the Chen Palace knew that Princess Chen pushed Miss Murong until she was injured. The prince personally sent Miss Murong back to Jinxiu Tower. Everyone speculated whether the Princess was about to fall out of favor.
"Brother Ah Zhuo...why don't you come in and sit down?" Murong looked at Song Hanzhuo standing at the door in surprise.
"You have a good rest, I won't disturb you." It's rare to see such a gentleman as King Chen. Without waiting for Murong to study, Song Hanzhuo turned and left. He walked for two steps as if he remembered something. Then he turned back. Murong's face was filled with joy, thinking
Song Hanzhuo changed his attention, "I'll let my servants cook what you like to eat..."
Before he finished speaking, Song Hanzhuo whispered something to her in her ear, and the smile on his face froze, "Brother A'zhuo, listen to me..."
"Shh." Song Hanzhuo smiled evilly at her, ignored her, and strode away.
Farewell to the pavilion.
"What's wrong with the princess? Didn't you go to Xinshui Pavilion to paint? Why does her face look so ugly?" Qingying quietly asked Qing Hua beside her. Several maids with Qing characters in Bieyige gathered around and watched the exercises in the courtyard.
Qingyun taught Ye Fuxun a few simple self-defense moves. He hadn't practiced them for a long time. The colorful whip in his hand was swung with such force that no one of the maids dared to step forward. Bieyige's Huahua
Caocao was innocently affected, and several pots of delicate flowers and plants were ruined by Ye Fuxun.
"Sister Ye, are you practicing?" Princess Ling'an ran over at some point and looked at Ye Fuxun who was practicing the whip with curiosity, "I want it too."
Qingyun quickly grabbed Princess Ling'an, who was worried about the world being in chaos. This little ancestor's hand was not heavy, and the princess's embroidered tricks were no match for her. "Princess Ling'an, the princess is in a bad mood, please don't join in the fun."
"In a bad mood? Who made Sister Ye angry? I, the princess, will teach him a lesson!"
Qingyun saw a flash of black appear in the courtyard of Bieyige, and pointed in the direction of Song Hanzhuo, "Who dares to mess with our princess except that one?" Qingyun made an inviting gesture, and a certain county
The Lord was immediately frightened. It was a joke that His Highness Chen Wang, even if Yue Guifei pampered her again, she would not dare to make trouble on His Highness Chen Wang’s head, "That... the matter of the young couple, I will not interfere with it."
, tell Sister Ye that I, the princess, will come back and play with her again." He turned around and bumped into Song Hanzhuo's chest, covering his head in pain. Is this person an iron-clad person?
"Third brother." Princess Ling'an raised her head and said with a flattering smile, "I'll leave first if I have something else to do." After saying that, he ran away. Song Hanzhuo smiled and looked at Ye Fuxun playing with her little tricks and embroidered legs, and she was lost in thought.
, suddenly a whip fell from the sky, Song Hanzhao instinctively dodged it, Ye Fuxun glanced at her, and withdrew the whip coldly, "Just now, the whip almost hurt the prince because it didn't have an eye."
The slaves in Bieyige withdrew with a look.
In fact, Ye Fuxun was not a hypocritical person, but when she saw Song Hanzhuo caring about Murong, she didn't believe that Song Hanzhuo couldn't see Murong's poor acting skills. She just wanted to lose her temper to relieve the pain in her heart for so many days.
Depression.
"Haha..." The people behind her chuckled a few times. Ye Fuxun turned around and stared angrily. Dressed in mysterious clothes and a golden butterfly mask, he appeared behind her like a god descending. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and it could be seen that she
He was in a very good mood, "Why are you laughing?!"
"I never thought that Xun'er would be so cute when she was angry and jealous." A certain aloof prince spoke sweet words again, looking at the angry little woman in front of him with a doting look on his face, and took a step forward, "I have never seen this before.
I didn’t think that Murong’s injury was caused by you, but why did you get angry without even listening to a word from me, and even damaged the stone benches and tables of Xinshui Pavilion.”
"You have the nerve to ask me." Ye Fuxun pouted and reached out to point his finger at Song Hanzhuo's chest, saying aggrievedly, "You quietly brought her back as a concubine without even consulting me. I