"Brother, you must help Jun'er find a way. Jun'er doesn't want to marry into the palace, and Jun'er doesn't want to marry." After getting the news, Murong Qiuyun went directly to Murong Qiufeng's small courtyard. At this moment, she could only
If you dare to tell Murong Qiufeng this, you can only tell it to him.
If her father knew what she was thinking, he would definitely be furious, and then force her with both soft and hard tactics, cutting off all her escape routes.
Murong Qiufeng was filling in a sheet of music at the moment. This was sent to him by someone unknown through the doorman yesterday. On this piece of paper, he composed an unfinished piece of music. Murong Qiufeng's original doubts were reflected when he saw
He became obsessed with this piece of music, so that from yesterday to now, he has been locked in his room studying it, tinkering with the piano on the table from time to time.
The door of the room was suddenly pushed open with great force, and then a burst of fragrance hit him. Then his arms tightened, and his sister's pitiful words were heard in his ears. All his original thoughts were interrupted. Murong Qiufeng's face suddenly became dark, and his eyebrows wrinkled.
Get up. Quickly put down the pen and put away the music score, fearing that she would accidentally break it.
"Jun'er, don't be willful. What's wrong with marrying into the prince's palace? Brother believes that the prince will treat you well." Murong Qiufeng said with some displeasure.
"Brother, how do you know that King Ye will definitely know that I am your biological sister? Why do you always seem to be speaking for King Ye? Does it mean that my brother also likes his rights and wants to curry favor with him? Does he have to sacrifice too?
Do you want to gain a powerful position for your sister's happiness?" Hearing Murong Qiufeng always say this, Murong Qiuyun was so eager that he even spoke uncontrollably.
Murong Qiufeng's face suddenly became extremely gloomy, and anger surged in his heart. Murong Qiuyun's words pierced his heart like a sword. The most precious thing to him was his sister, but she misunderstood him so much.
Murong Qiufeng felt very depressed, but she couldn't say anything, and she didn't want to say anything.
Murong Qiuyun also knew that she had said the wrong thing. She could only look at the gloomy Murong Qiufeng timidly. Looking at the pain in his eyes as clear as autumn water, she felt extremely guilty in her heart.
When she wanted to explain, Murong Qiufeng just turned his head coldly, pulled her hand away, then turned around to go out.
Murong Qiuyun's face turned pale, and she hurriedly wanted to follow up and explain, "Brother, I was just impatient and quick-talking, I didn't mean that."
"If there is no wind, there will be no lang. What you say unconsciously is the truest portrayal of your heart. I never thought that Jun'er would treat me like this. It seems that my brother has failed too much." Murong Qiufeng hesitated.
At the corners of my mouth, I found that the corners of my mouth were a little stiff.
Murong Qiuyun's face turned pale and her eyes were slightly red. Her brother had never treated her so indifferently. She knew that she had just broken her brother's heart, "Brother, no, no, I..."
"Young Master, I have asked you to come and inform the Young Master that the Emperor will hold a cleansing palace banquet for King Ye tonight. Let the Young Master prepare early and enter the palace together later." A low voice suddenly sounded outside, saying respectfully.
With.
Murong Qiufeng was standing at the door and happened to see a few more people in the courtyard, including the attendant and several maids holding trays.
Looking at the complicated service on the tray, Murong Qiufeng frowned again. How could he not understand what his father meant? He probably wanted to take this opportunity to let him establish a good relationship with him first.
He sighed softly. He was really in a bad mood at the moment and didn't have the intention to pay attention to anything. He just waved his hand and said, "Go and wait. I'll be there later."
"Yes." The attendant responded and led several maids to Murong Qiufeng's independent bathhouse.
Murong Qiufeng turned his head slightly and looked at Murong Qiuyun. Seeing that she was lost in thought, her face was pale and her eyes were red, she couldn't help but softened her heart. Her voice softened a little, but was still a little indifferent, "Jun'er, you must attend tonight's banquet.
You also want to participate. People should be waiting in your yard. Go back quickly and don’t disturb your mother." After saying that, he turned around and walked out of the room.
Looking at the empty door, Murong Qiuyun couldn't help but take a step back, leaned on the table, and gently bit her pink lips. Today, it seems that her brother's place is not feasible. Can she really only marry into the palace?
Could it be that she had no choice but to accept her fate?
Thinking of this, her eyes turned red again, and she couldn't help but shed tears. It wasn't until Xiu'er came looking for her that she helped her back in a daze. She turned around and couldn't help but look in the direction of the bathroom.
She thinks more than Murong Qiufeng. Tonight, I am afraid that she is not only asking her brother to establish a good relationship first, but also to choose her future wife. Will her brother agree? Oh, her brother will definitely agree. She has never disobeyed the family since she was a child.
Anyone asked him to do something, just like her, as long as he asked his brother for help, he would never refuse.
I remember when I was a child, my brother was obviously weak and sick, but he still climbed a tree because she wanted to eat pears. As a result, he fell down and almost couldn't save her.
Her heart couldn't help but feel sour, her brother had rejected her, and she had changed. Everything had changed.
She suddenly felt that it was pointless for her to make such a fuss. Maybe she should think about the bright side. Maybe as her brother said, the prince would treat her well...
But……
The tears still couldn't help falling.
In the bathroom, Murong Qiufeng has finished bathing and is being dressed by the maid. His face is a little indifferent, but the pain in his eyes has not been reduced by half. The more he cares, the more likely he will be hurt.
The two maids gently helped him wipe his body. Their eyes were full of spring and their pretty faces were red. They looked at Murong Qiufeng's body with a little shyness but also some fascination.
Murong Qiufeng was always sickly pale because he had been weak since he was a child. Later, after he was cured, his skin color seemed to be fixed and became fairer. In addition, Yun Feiyang always put some good things on him intentionally or unintentionally.
Now, his skin can be said to be as smooth as gelatin, more delicate and beautiful than a woman's skin. And because he is practicing martial arts, he has a slender figure and strong muscles, so he is not the kind of frail person.
On the contrary, it was perfect, and the two little girls were filled with love.
After waiting for Murong Qiufeng to dress up in exquisite clothes, the two little girls couldn't help but froze when they saw Murong Qiufeng changing into a different person.