"That's right." Qu Luo jumped up and lay on the soft couch like an uncle, with a different kind of grace: "Speaking of which, he is also a master who doesn't like to show his face. He has been wearing a mask day and night since I can remember.
He came out at night. Except for his eyes, no other part of him was exposed. I'm afraid even the emperor has almost forgotten his appearance."
Bei Mingxun hummed, his eyes as calm as waves, without any ripples, making it impossible for anyone to see through his true thoughts.
The ink outside the window is getting darker and darker, and the thick fog is rising layer by layer.
…
In the luxurious mansion of Nangong Garden in the west of the city, men and women in training uniforms surrounded Nangong Hongyan, with surprised expressions on their faces: "What did you say? You were beaten?"
"I...I..." Nangong Hongyan's face turned red, with an angry look on her face, but she refused to explain clearly, and finally yelled: "It was that woman who was behind the deception! Yes! She was the one who got into trouble.
You have to plot against me, otherwise you think you will lose to her with my martial prowess!"
Everyone shrank their necks in shock at her roar and looked at each other in confusion.
"Since she is playing dirty tricks, then don't be angry, little sister." A light and soft voice sounded from the crowd. Everyone looked back and saw Nangong Rui'er in a long-tailed white dress standing in the center.
The skirt is embroidered with purple peonies, and there is a bunch around her waist, which further makes her figure as slender as a willow, with a delicate smile on her delicate face, fresh and charming, and extremely beautiful.
After seeing her, the disciples all blushed, the girls stepped back, and the boys raised their heads and lowered their heads from time to time, wanting to look but not daring to look.
This is the charm of the most beautiful woman in Beijing, no one can escape it
"Sister Rui'er!" Nangong Hongyan rushed over with a sweet smile, hugged Nangong Rui'er's waist, and said with an aggrieved face: "You must teach that woman a lesson!"
Nangong Rui'er stroked her hair, with a hint of anger on her face: "Don't worry, no one who can bully Nangong Yuan will remain unscathed."
"I know that sister Rui'er loves me the most." Nangong Hongyan rubbed her little face to relieve her anger... Then, she turned her eyes and looked at the handsome and cold figure behind Nangong Rui'er.
Her cheeks were dyed a light pink: "Sister Rui'er, who is this young master?"
Nangong Rui'er smiled and pulled her hand away: "You have been practicing in the mountains for so many years. I'm afraid you have long forgotten that this is General Murong. You saw him when you were a child."
"Ah!" Nangong Hongyan seemed to have remembered something, her mouth opened wide, and she murmured: "So it's him." She never thought that the poor scholar before would grow up to be so tall and handsome.
, the vigorous man's little heart beat uncontrollably a few times...
The man did not speak, his angular handsome face was surprisingly cold and noble, his dark eyes were filled with cold seriousness, and he had a calm and restrained yet breathtaking brilliance. He was clearly the general of the Huang Dynasty, Murong Shaofeng.
undoubtedly.
He stood beside Nangong Rui'er. There was no emotion or anger on his face, but the lines of his jaw were also softened.
Nangong Rui'er's eyes were full of longing, and a hint of smile secretly flashed through her starry eyes: "Little sister, if you keep reading, General Murong will misunderstand."
"Sister Rui'er, you will make fun of me." Nangong Hongyan looked at Murong Shaofeng again and said in a low voice: "Is he and Third Sister, they..."
Although her volume was not loud, Murong Shaofeng, who had been practicing martial arts for many years, still heard eight points, and his face turned cold for a moment!