"I wanted to call you, but you suddenly shouted to the sky, so I stopped. Also, why can't I come if you can come?"
Mo Jingyang didn't know what was going on. When he saw Murong Qian, he just wanted to make her angry. Maybe Murong Qian didn't know that their actions all fell into the eyes of the same person.
"Were you invited here by Nangong Hao?"
Murong Qian looked at Mo Jingyang strangely and saw him nodding his head. It was strange. When did Nangong Hao and Mo Jingyang get so close?
"Don't be surprised. Hao and I are brothers, but we just haven't had the chance to get together. This time he is getting married, so he asked me to help!"
Mo Jingyang patted Murong Qian's head. If there were cameras in modern times, the two of them would definitely be on the entertainment headlines by now.
"Oh, stop patting me on the head and take me to Nangong Hao's bedroom yard!"
Murong Qian shook off Mo Jingyang's hand and looked at him. Mo Jingyang shrugged his shoulders and made a gesture of invitation.
The two of them came to the courtyard outside Nangong Hao's bedroom. The wide corridor before turned into the exquisite pavilions, quiet and beautiful ponds, water corridors, large rockery, ancient stage, exquisite jade, etc.
The masterpieces of ancient gardens made Murong Qian go back and forth with nostalgia.
The bright sunshine shines through the blooming peach blossom trees, spreading golden kisses, and the mottled tree shadows ripple on the river. A light spring breeze brings the snow-like peach blossoms, flying, spinning... flying all over the sky, and finally lingering
Reluctantly drifting into the distance.
If there is a vague fragrance floating in the air, it attracts people's reverie; the gentle and clear chirping of birds is hidden among the shadowy trees and flowers, which is clear and cheerful; the door of the room is slightly open, and the two doors are blown gently by the breeze.
It squeaks and squeaks, complementing the chirping of birds.
Murong Qian looked at all these scenes in surprise, they were all what she yearned for.
Mo Jingyang also came to Nangong Hao's yard for the first time. In the past, Nangong Hao always said that no one else could enter his yard, so he never came in.
This time, Murong Qian insisted on coming. He also wanted to see what the legendary Prince Duanxiu's bedroom was like, and he discovered that it was almost like a fairy palace.
Murong Qian walked forward again and gently opened a room named 'Qinfang Pavilion'. The furnishings of this room were very simple, but very gorgeous.
The room is round, with a circle of fixed benches against the wall. The benches, walls, and ceiling are all covered with magnificent animal skins, which are as soft as the most precious carpets when you step on them;
These animal skins are laid thickly one on top of another, as if walking on a racecourse with the lushest grass, or lying on the most luxurious bed.
The room has plenty of sunlight, luxurious furnishings, and very comfortable furnishings. These are the homes Murong Qian has always longed for.
Now that Qingshen can live in it, that would be great. Although she can't live in, at least she knows that Qingshen will live happily here.
"Actually, Nangong Hao is very good at enjoying life!"
Murong Qian and Mo Jingyang walked out of the bedroom, and then Murong Qian looked at the surrounding things. She was helping Qingshen design what the place would look like on the wedding day.
Mo Jingyang knew that Murong Qian really yearned for such a life.
"Why have you become a wife?"
Mo Jingyang said it softly, as if she was speaking to herself, and as if she was speaking to Murong Qian!
"What?"
Murong Qian seemed to have heard it, but it was not clear!
"It's okay, let's go, Hao will be back soon!"
Mo Jingyang stroked his nose and looked at Murong Qian with a wry smile. How could he explain it to her? Besides, she was the queen. Sometimes, he would give everything for her with just one word from her!