"..." Lu Qingqing smiled lightly. This Hai'er really went out of his way to belittle Li Xiangxue. He would really say something harsh when he got the chance.
What's even more admirable is that looking at her eyes and her tone, even if she is belittling Li Xiangxue, it just doesn't make people feel that way.
I always felt that she was being naive and speaking the truth.
Of course, except for the belittled Lee Sang Seol.
Murong Fei glanced at Hai'er, and for some reason, the more we got along with him, the more he realized that Xiang Xue was really good at anything but poetry and painting.
Is it him who doesn't know her well enough?
Doubts arose in my mind.
But at this time, his father's affairs were more important. He stared at Xiang Xue deeply, then turned to Lu Qingqing and said: "Qingqing, follow me back home first. Baozi, you stay here and take a look at Xiang Xue."
Xue and Hai'er have received whatever supplies they need, and we'll find a few more trustworthy house slaves to come over and serve them."
"Yes, young master." Baozi nodded.
Murong Fei strode towards Murong's house, followed closely by Lu Qingqing.
When they arrived outside Murong's residence, they could clearly see the old steward's face was heavy.
Murong Fei's heart sank and he strode forward: "Steward, what happened?"
"Young Master, please come in first and talk later!" the steward said with a heavy face.
There was a thud in Mu Rongfei's heart, and he already had a bad premonition, but he just glanced at the steward silently, and then followed the steward into the courtyard.
Lu Qingqing also followed closely behind him. When he entered the courtyard, Lu Qingqing's eyes couldn't help but look at the iron-headed uncle standing upright outside the door.
The eyes of the two people separated from each other as soon as they touched each other, but there was a look of mutual understanding.
It's him.
With just one glance, she was able to confirm that it was her Hua'er.
A slight smile formed on his lips unconsciously, and his eyes were soft and full of affection.
Murong Fei didn't know what was going on with him. When he saw Tietou, he couldn't help but think of the rumors between Qingqing and him, and couldn't help but look at him one more time.
When he saw that indifferent and distant look, Wei Wei's heart trembled. Such a look made people feel cold, but Tietou would never give people this feeling.
Turning his head to the side, he saw the woman beside him with a gentle and sweet smile, and his eyebrows frowned unconsciously.
Could it be that Qingqing really has a crush on Tietou? Is she stupid? Even if she has been hurt by others, she cannot treat herself like this. Tietou is old enough to be her father.
And he himself had made it clear to her that he was willing to take her as his concubine.
My thoughts are a little complicated.
Baili Fenghua glanced at Murong Fei briefly, and she could already tell what this kid was thinking just from his eyes.
A hint of coldness lightly passed through his eyes.
It's a pity that Murong Fei didn't see it. At this time, he also knew that it was not the time to deal with this matter, so he quickly walked into the house and could already smell the smell of medicine in the house, which was so strong that it was depressing.
He thought about various reasons, but it was just that there was a big problem in the clan, but he never expected that it was his father's health that was the problem.
Some rushed in eagerly.
Master Murong was lying there quietly on the ancient wood-colored bed, his face as pale as paper. He hadn't seen him for just a day, but he seemed to have aged ten years in an instant.
The gray hair is loose and messy, and the face is haggard and helpless.
