"It's strange, who will come at this time?" The maid said to herself, but did not open the door.
Nangong Baiye smiled and stretched out his hand to open the door. It was quiet outside, with no one except the white snow.
Could this situation be a ghost knocking on the door?
Nangong Baiye raised her thin lips, closed the door, and said to the maid nonchalantly: "I probably knocked on the wrong door."
The maid nodded, but frowned.
Nangong Baiye looked around again, completely ignoring the boys and girls in red clothes and green trousers in the center of the house, sitting on the wooden chairs with a calm expression. What on earth could attract them?
When the maid saw her sitting down, she quickly made tea and water and lit the incense burner.
Nangong Baiye drank a cup of tea and asked the maid some other things before walking out of Liang Yuanyuan's room.
Then, she did not go back, but jumped up to the tree, threw with one hand, placed yellow talismans on the four corners of the house, and secretly observed what was going on in the room.
I always feel like things are weird, but I can't figure out why.
Nangong Baiye leaned against the tree trunk and looked up at the sky that was about to light up.
Forget it, let's go back first.
With a wave of her long sleeves, she jumped down from the tree and sneezed heavily.
"The cold seems to be serious again." Nangong Baiye said to himself and sniffed, put his hands in the black robe that he had not yet had time to change out of, and walked forward against the wind.
The sky is already fully bright, and the sunlight is shining down, shining on the white snow, as if it is coated with a layer of light, and it is very shiny and beautiful.
The beautiful girls in other courtyards have also gotten up, and are collecting dew from the snowy plums with great interest, hoping to use it to make tea.
Led by Nangong Rui'er, a group of people laughed and talked to each other, looking like the Seven Fairies descending from heaven. Their long sleeves were fluttering, their skirts were swaying, and they were so beautiful.
Nangong Baiye walked forward carelessly, with no intention of stopping to admire the flowers. Her physical energy was almost exhausted.
Her whole body felt uncomfortably hot, and now she just wanted to cover herself with a quilt and have a good sleep.
"Hey, isn't this Miss Bai Ye?" The official lady standing next to Nangong Rui'er stretched out her hand and blocked her way.
Nangong Baiye smiled and slightly raised his eyes, which were extremely cold.
Nangong Ruier smiled gently: "Thanks to sister, Hongyan walked barefoot all the way yesterday, and now she can't even get out of bed."
Nangong Baiye clasped his hands and said two simple words: "Get out of the way."
"Sister." Nangong Rui'er lowered her voice, leaned close to her ear, and whispered softly: "Do you really think that we people in Nangong Yuan are easy to bully?"
Nangong Baiye tilted his head and smiled, and his face turned out to be indescribably handsome: "I'll say it again, get out of the way."
Nangong Rui'er gritted her teeth, smiled and moved to the left. She has not forgotten her mother's teachings, she must take her image into consideration in front of others, because this is no other place, it is the palace!
But just because she can endure it, doesn't mean others can.
As early as when they heard Nangong Hongyan say that Nangong Baiye was sent back by His Highness the Seventh Prince, the other ladies could no longer conceal their jealousy.
"She thinks she is something, a pretentious bitch!"
"I didn't even think about the identity of His Highness Seventh, and just shamelessly followed her. Do you really think His Highness would marry her like General Murong did?"
"The toad wants to eat the swan meat, it's really disgusting to see!"
Nangong Baiye no longer felt anything like this, so he yawned and continued walking forward.
One of the beautiful ladies clenched her fists and shouted: "Actually, the one you like is not His Highness the Seventh Prince at all, but General Murong!"
Nangong Baiye smiled: "You are wrong, I don't like anyone." So don't chatter all the time.
"You don't like anyone?" The show girls looked at each other in surprise: "You don't even like His Majesty the Seventh Prince?"
Nangong Baiye rubbed his eyebrows: "Yeah."
"Really..." A rather cold voice slowly sounded from above the head...
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