"It's okay, but Luo Yi, you have to think clearly. The capital is complicated, and the palace has many rules. It's not as good as the palace. Even if something happens, I may not be able to know it right away." Murong Qingshuang said.
Luo Yi quickly said, "Miss, don't worry, Luo Yi won't cause trouble. Luo Yi is just... just..."
Murong Qingshuang saw that her mood was a bit off, "What's the matter with you? Do you have something to tell me?"
After hesitating for a moment, Luo Yi slowly raised her head, "...Miss, Luo Yi is fine. Miss, hurry up and get ready, it's time for Master Liu Ying to rush over."
Since she doesn't want to say anything now, Murong Qingshuang's questions are in vain.[
When she wanted to say something, she would naturally say that she did not force others to tell her everything, and she did not regard her as her personal slave at all.
Although the journey to the capital is not far, there is not much to prepare.
Most of the things were prepared by the servants of the palace, and she followed them to the gate of the palace.
Looking from a distance, he was sitting on a horse outside the gate of the mansion, with his long hair pulled up and hanging to one side. He was looking forward, feeling somewhat high-spirited.
It turns out that that enchanting beauty can also have such aura and courage.
Just as his pace was slowing down, he suddenly noticed that he turned his head towards her. A seductive smile immediately appeared on his lips, and even the slightly curved corners of his lips seemed to be a kind of seduction.
She walked to the door with a calm expression and looked at the empty white horse next to him.
Murong Qingshuang used to ride horses in her spare time. She has always had an instinctive interest in all kinds of new things. For example, while others were learning to drive, she didn't like driving. She liked riding horses. She liked all things that were not in line with that era.
But she didn't expect it at the time, but this would inadvertently help her bridge many gaps with ancient times.
"You brought this snow crane from the Murong family. You recognize it as its owner. No one except you will buy it!" Yuwen Longxiang looked at the tall white horse next to him out of the corner of his eye.
Murong Qingshuang remained silent, not wanting to answer, and only planned to respond to him with the facts.
Gently smoothing the snow crane's fur, she stepped on the saddle and pedaled up.
Snow Crane showed no objection and was very docile.
She looked at him provocatively and glanced sideways, "I like things that belong to my owner. Since it's mine, it should be mine alone!"
