Holding the ginkgo branch in both hands, Murong Wushuang walked all the way to the Jinyuan arranged for her by Feng Manxiu, her steps were particularly brisk.
I thought that being a hostage in the Aolong Kingdom would be an unhappy trip.
Unexpectedly, she found the magic wand material suitable for her on the first day she arrived here.
Moreover, she also got Xue Qianli's promise to help her carve a magic wand by mistake.
It seems that this trip to the Proud Dragon Kingdom is not as bad as she imagined!
Returning to Jinyuan with brisk steps, Murong Wushuang stepped into the hall door and saw two pretty little maids wiping the tables and chairs.
Hearing her footsteps, the two little maids turned their faces at the same time
His eyes slid over her delicate little face, and the eyes of the two little maids flashed with surprise.
They never thought that the prince of the enemy country who stayed in Jinyuan would be such a well-crafted young man.
It wasn't until Murong Wushuang coughed lightly that the two little maids realized
While bowing respectfully to her, they said in unison
"My servant Qing Liu (Zi Yan) has met Mr. Murong!"
Knowing that these two people were Feng Manxiu's eyes placed beside her, Murong Wushuang's relaxed mood just now made her feel slightly depressed.
When she was living in that dilapidated house in Fengling Country, although her life was poor, at least she still had freedom.
At night, she can find a secluded corner to meditate or study new magic.
Now, there are eyes everywhere
It’s hard to find a place where no one is paying attention!
"I'm a little tired and want to take a rest. You two should go tidy up other rooms first!"
She gave the order, how dare the little maid disobey?
Nodding to her and saluting, the two picked up the basin, rags and other items and exited the door.
After watching the two leave, Murong Wushuang strode into the bedroom.
The interior decoration is simple and elegant, most of them are based on light blue, which suits Murong Wushuang's taste very well.
Carefully placing the branch next to the pillow, he sat cross-legged on the bed, Murong Wushuang dozed his eyes slightly and entered into meditation.
For her, this kind of meditation is both rest and recuperation.
time passes quickly
When dusk fell, a figure lazily walked into Murong Wushuang's bedroom.