Chapter 32 Stealing the Dragon and Turning the Phoenix
"Miss, Miss, Huang Gu is urging me again, let the slaves come in to help." Zhu Hong's door was knocked from time to time, and Xiu'er's eager voice kept ringing.
"I told you no, don't you have ears? Don't disturb my heart-to-heart talk with my brother. I won't miss the time." Murong Qiuyun's somewhat impatient voice sounded from inside the room.
Xiu'er's little face wrinkled up, talking to the Sixth Young Master? Oh, my lady, what time is it now? You are just marrying into the palace, not going to another country. We can meet again in the future.
In fact, she was mainly worried about what her young lady would do impulsively.
From the time the wedding date was set, others didn't know it, but she knew very well that the young lady was very dissatisfied with such a marriage. She worried every day about what the young lady would do impulsively, such as running away from the marriage. Although the prime minister's mansion was heavily guarded, she still
Very worried.
I hope that the young master can enlighten Miss Dao well and marry King Ye and become the only princess of Yanguo. This is what many women wish for.
The room was like a vast red ocean, very festive. The bright red phoenix crowns and harems were placed on the table but they were not touched at all. The plates of gold, silver and jewelry were also left aside indifferently.
"Brother, I'm sorry." Murong Qiuyun sniffed and held Murong Qiufeng's hand tightly, while Yu Hui waited quietly on the side.
Murong Qiufeng sighed and patted Murong Qiuyun's head lovingly, "Silly girl, you've said so many times that you're sorry. As long as you live a good life in the future, my brother will be worth it."
"Brother...wu"
"Okay, okay, we don't have much time. You can see each other again in the future. Let's solve this first. Jun'er, be good and go change clothes. Qiu Feng, you too. These are the Bone Tempering Pill and the Imitation Sound Pill. Hurry up.
Take it." Yu Hui finally got tired of waiting and stepped forward to pull Murong Qiuyun back, put the clothes and the elixir into her arms, pushed her into the inner room, and then gave the elixir to Murong Qiufeng.
Holding the elixir in his hand, Murong Qiufeng felt that the bottle was as heavy as a thousand pounds. At this moment, he was still very conflicted. Is this really good? Is it really okay to deceive him like this? How should he face him in the future? He must
I will be very angry and disappointed with him.
"Okay, don't be in a daze and change your clothes." When Yu Hui saw him looking at the bottle in his hand in a daze, with hesitation in his eyes, he simply stepped forward to untie his clothes and pretended to help him change.
Murong Qiufeng was stunned for a moment, then frowned, and subconsciously took a step back, somewhat resisting his approach, "I can do it myself, Yu Hui, Jun'er is my most beloved baby, I hope you don't say that again this time
I can’t think of it. If one day I hear that Jun’er has been wronged in the slightest, I will not only take her away, but I will also not let you go.”
"Don't worry." Yu Hui smiled slightly and reached out to pat his shoulder.
Murong Qiufeng turned around and walked to the other side with the Phoenix Crown Xiapei, "Please turn around."
Yu Huishan took back his hanging hand and touched his nose in embarrassment, thinking that this little guy turned out to be just a little hedgehog, "Haha, they are all men, why should we be restrained... Uh, okay." He looked at Murong Qiufeng's expression.
With an indifferent look, he sighed and turned around.
There was the sound of sparse fabric rubbing behind him, but Yu Hui had no intention of peeking. As he said, they were all men. Although he was indeed a little interested in Murong Qiufeng, he was not Duanxiu after all.
After waiting for a long time, the door of the inner room opened, and Murong Qiuyun came out in white clothes. If she modified her face again, and if she didn't look carefully, as long as she didn't speak, it would be impossible to tell them apart. It can only be said that they are brother and sister, they are too similar.
Yes, it's just a pity that Murong Qiuyun lacks the temperament of Murong Qiufeng.
Murong Qiuyun was frowning and tugging at his sleeves. He turned to look at his brother subconsciously. However, when he saw his brother's appearance, he couldn't hold it back and burst out laughing. In the end, he almost burst out laughing.
Yu Hui was stunned and turned his head following his gaze. It didn't matter what he looked at. What mattered was that he couldn't help but laugh. Murong Qiufeng's image at this moment was really funny.
Her figure became a little petite, and she looked like Murong Qiuyun. Her wedding dress was hanging loosely and a little messy, and her fair and angular handsome face was completely red at the moment, and she looked a bit alluring.
Feeling, eyes full of irritability and helplessness.
Yu Hui finally understood why Shangguan Ye was so interested in this guy, with such an alluring appearance and such a cute side. Even if he wasn't Duanxiu, at that moment a trace of possessive thought suddenly appeared in his heart.
"Why don't you come over and help." Murong Qiufeng gritted his teeth angrily, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead. You can't blame him. Women's clothes are different from men's clothes, not to mention such complicated bridal clothes.
Seeing that her brother seemed really angry and about to get angry, Murong Qiuyun quickly suppressed her laughter and ran over to help him put it on.
After I finished getting dressed, the urging from outside started again.
Murong Qiuyun quickly sat him down on the dressing table and began to put makeup on him.
Feeling those things being smeared on her face, Murong Qiufeng's eyebrows were tangled together from beginning to end.
"Jun'er, Feng'er, how are you preparing? The wedding team has arrived." This time, it was the prime minister's wife who came in person. Although she asked softly, she was afraid that if they delayed it any longer, people outside would break down the door directly.
And entered.
"Hurry up, hijab, hijab." Murong Qiuyun anxiously called to Yu Hui in a low voice.
Yu returned the hijab.
Murong Qiuyun covered him up carefully. Seeing the hijab slowly being put down, Murong Qiuyun felt a little complicated. She frowned slightly and sighed, "Why do I feel like I want to marry my brother?"
"Originally, hurry up, or they will come in." Yu Hui pulled her funny, and then raised Murong Qiufeng, who was shaking slightly with anger, "Calm down, you will be free soon."