The other two girls who were close to her also came forward cautiously, and one of them asked in a low voice. Everyone knew that Murong Qiuqing, the second young lady in Murong Mansion, was bright and charming, but who knew that she had a poisonous heart?
It's the calamity of beheading one's head.
Murong Qiuqing was half leaning on the embroidered pillow, with a thin gold-threaded red peony quilt half hanging on her chest. As if unintentionally, half of her chest was exposed, which was crisp and white, making her look even more lazy and charming, charming and soft, with just a hint of fierceness in her eyes, fleetingly gone: "
Is there any reply?"
"Second Miss, not yet. Butler Liu came to report in the middle of the night and said that the contact person has not replied yet." Luzhu lowered his head and answered respectfully.
"How is that possible? You damn girl, did you neglect your duty and didn't ask?" Murong Qiuqing scolded angrily.
While he was talking, a fan was thrown towards him. Luzhu didn't dare to avoid it, and the bamboo strips fell directly on Luzhu's pink face, leaving a red and swollen mark and burning half of his cheeks.
Before she could shed tears, Luzhu quickly bent down and knelt down, kowtowing repeatedly: "I deserve to die, but I really asked..."
At this time, Aunt Liu had already hurried in, and with a "pop" sound, she knelt there through the curtain.
"No, Miss Second, I heard that that bitch Murong Feixue is back alive again!"
"What did you say?" Murong Qiuqing's still angry voice suddenly became louder in the purple curtain. After a moment, his voice suddenly seemed to have been tempered by ice, and he asked in a cold voice: "Did you see it with your own eyes?"
"No, no, it was that girl Bihe who came to report..." Nanny Liu stammered in reply, cold sweat began to fall from her forehead. She regretted that she did not go to see and understand first before reporting. If she had angered the second lady,
This is no joke.
Hearing that Grandma Liu's tone was obviously lacking in confidence, Murong Qiuqing's face turned cold, and she immediately threw a pillow over and reprimanded: "You dare to report something that is unclear? Why don't you go find out more quickly?"
"Yes, yes...Old slave, go now, go now!" Aunt Liu trembled and almost crawled out of Qiuyun Pavilion. She raised her breath and stamped her feet, urging her spiritual power to move towards
Murong Feixue rushed to the Snow Pavilion...
When she came under the window of Taxue Pavilion, she heard the sound of water rushing in the room. Immediately, her heart skipped a beat, and she reached out tremblingly to pierce the window paper and peeked out through the small hole.
There is warm mist, dense roses, arms as white as jade, and a slender white neck. Murong Feixue lies on her back in a bathtub that is half a person tall. Her wet black hair hangs on her chest, and her face is steaming with fragrance.
She is slightly red, but her eyebrows are slightly wrinkled, and her eyes are closed tightly, as if she is thinking about something troubling. What a beautiful picture of a beauty bathing, everything is peaceful and quiet.
Behind her, Chun Hua and Bi He stood with their heads bowed, all looking respectful.
"It's so late at night, why don't you come in and take a look?"
Murong Feixue suddenly opened her eyes, and in an instant, it was like autumn water blooming, and a ray of light shot out. Her black eyes squinted in the direction of the window, and her deep voice contained a hint of teasing.
Grandma Liu was suddenly frightened. She didn't expect that Murong Feixue could actually find her! Killing her would be a great achievement if she didn't stop doing it. She immediately raised her heart, looked cold, and took out a handful from her waist.
Sharp blade, with a sneer on his lips, he knocked on the door and went in.
Anyway, this Murong Feixue is a loser, and the entire Murong Mansion knows it. He can kill her by himself. As the saying goes, there is no use in killing a chicken with a butcher's knife.
