Nangong Baiye didn't expect Murong Changfeng to come, but it didn't matter to her.
She twirled her long curly hair with her fingers and walked downstairs casually...
Murong Changfeng had seen her a long time ago. He was leaning on a wooden chair with his upper body, holding a porcelain cup with his slender fingers. He took a deep breath and then drank it.
He put down the teacup in his hand and stood up. He was dressed in azure blue brocade clothes and looked extremely handsome.
Nangong Baiye didn't look at him and sat directly on the wooden chair, looking a little lazy.
Murong Changfeng looked at her sitting posture, his eyebrows furrowed tightly, and his voice was cold: "Who are you?"
Nangong Baiye leaned back on the wooden chair and spoke calmly: "Who else can I be besides Nangong Baiye?"
"No, you are not her." Murong Changfeng walked up to her, lowered his body slightly, his handsome face was very close, and his voice was deep: "If you were her, you would blush if I were so close."
Nangong Baiye smiled, straightened up, and leaned over: "Do you know why I don't blush now? Because I am no longer the Nangong Baiye who foolishly guarded you before. General Murong, you are a treasure you don't understand.
.Nangong Baiye no longer likes you, do you understand?"
I don’t know why, when I heard the words “I don’t like you anymore”.
Murong Shaofeng felt a little tight in his chest, but soon, he smiled coldly and said with sharp eyes: "You lied."
The two people are very close.
When he spoke, his breath could almost hit her face...
There was a group of people gathered upstairs, led by Qu Luo, who all stretched their necks and looked down.
Nangong Xiaomiao touched her chin and guessed: "My mother won't rekindle her old relationship with this man, right?"
"It's possible!" Qu Luo nodded heavily, with a profound meaning on his charming handsome face: "Back then, your mother did everything for this Murong Shaofeng. I heard people said that in order to make Murong Shaofeng pass the imperial examination,
Your mother also pawned and sold all the dowry!"
Nangong Xiaomiao pursed her lips: "This is not something my mother would do. She loves money the most!"
"In her mind, Murong Shaofeng is more important than money, so you see how much she loves Murong Shaofeng." Qu Luo said while drinking tea, looking very romantic.
Hearing these words, Beiming Liancheng's ink-colored pupils shrank, and the slender golden lines spread coldly. His pale thin lips were half-curved, half-smiling, but for no reason it made people feel an unprecedented chill.
.
Qu Luo was still analyzing without hesitation: "Based on my experience as the number one young master in the capital, Murong Shaofeng must have come to see your mother this time because he definitely wants to get back together with your mother..."
"Qu Luo." Before he could finish speaking, Beiming Liancheng interrupted him lightly, but his eyes were like snakes wandering, silent and cold: "You talk too much.
"
After seeing each other for so long, this was the first time he called me by his full name.
Qu Luo was visibly stunned for a moment, then laughed evilly, his handsome face approaching: "What? Are you unhappy when you see your junior sister getting close to other men?"
Beiming Liancheng's handsome face, as pale as paper, has not changed at all, but in the dim light, the whiteness is a bit dazzling.
His legs were elegantly crossed and raised, he was shaking the tea cup gracefully with one hand, his lips were curved and he smiled, with an unpredictable expression...
Qu Luo felt bored and looked downstairs again.
At this time, Nangong Baiye had already stood up, put one hand in the side pocket of his robe, and smiled indifferently: "It has nothing to do with me whether you believe it or not."
Murong Changfeng's eyes fell on her unusually calm face, and his cold voice said: "If you are her, just go back with me."
"Go back? Where?" Nangong Baiye frowned.
Murong Changfeng's magnetic voice conveyed a sense of oppression: "General's Mansion."
Nangong Baiye smiled, with a touch of sarcasm on his lips: "I said, General Murong, did you go out before you woke up? There must be a limit to daydreaming."
"What is daydreaming?" Anger brewed in Murong Changfeng's eyes: "Don't forget, you are my first wife, Murong Changfeng!"
Nangong Baiye tilted his head and smiled: "I remember I wrote a divorce letter. Do you want me to write a new one and throw it to you?"
Murong Shaofeng's face suddenly became extremely cold. His expression was stern and he stood still, only staring at Nangong Baiye: "Nangong Baiye, don't regret in the end, you didn't go back with me today!"
"Don't worry, the only good thing about my life is that I never regret anything I've done." Nangong Baiye still smiled, with no trace of regret on his face.
Murong Shaofeng narrowed his eyes and said in a cold voice: "I know you hate me, but for the sake of the four years we have known each other, I advise you to give up this martial arts test, you will not win."
Nangong Baiye shook his head, then reached out and patted Luoxue on his shoulder affectionately. His lips were red and his teeth were white. "Let me tell you, I will definitely win this game!"
"You are still as stubborn as before." Murong Shaofeng lowered his lips. She had been so loyal to him before: "Aren't you afraid of losing and losing everything?"
Stubborn?
Nothing?
Nangong Baiye smiled: "The path I have chosen, even if my heels are worn out and all the blood bleeds, I will finish it."
After finishing her words, without waiting for Murong Shaofeng's reaction, she withdrew her hand and turned around to go upstairs.
Murong Shaofeng looked at the figure walking up the stairs, clenched his hands, and a faint haze flashed across his face.
He didn't say much, flicked his long wide sleeves, and jumped on the horse!
Listening to the sound of horses honking outside the inn, Nangong Baiye stretched out his hand to hold his beating heart.
She didn't expect that even today, that man's existence would still affect this body.
Turning the stairs, I saw Beiming Liancheng half-leaning on the dark wooden pillar, holding a tea cup in one hand and placing the other on the wooden stair handrail. He tapped his index finger as if in rhythm, and there was a sense of elegance and elegance between his eyebrows.
He has a unique temperament mixed with indifference, and his deep eyes cannot see the ups and downs.
Behind him were two little people and the smiling thief Qu Shen.
"You were being harsh just now." Qu Luo touched his chin and said with a careless smile: "If you really didn't care, you wouldn't have been so sad after he walked away."
Which of your eyes saw me feeling sad? Nangong Baiye rolled his eyes.
Qu Luo patted her shoulder like a good friend: "They are all people who have been here before. I understand, young master. Look at your actions now, do you feel uncomfortable?"
"No." Nangong Baiye replied lazily and put down his hand.
Qu Luo shook his finger in disapproval: "Don't explain, explaining is equivalent to covering up. Even if you put your hands down, we all know that you were heartbroken just now."
Nangong Baiye ignored him. The best way to deal with a talkative person is not to speak.
She smiled and continued walking forward, with Beiming Liancheng leaning in front.
The two got closer and closer, just after Nangong Baiye walked past him.
Beiming Liancheng suddenly turned around, grabbed Nangong Baiye's arm, pushed her against the wall, and at the same time reached out and pinched her chin, forcing her to raise her head...