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- Chapter 479 Fake Death
Xiao Mansion Back Garden
A series of wind lanterns in the sky illuminate the back garden softly and brightly. The girls are sitting on the green grass next to the flowers, lying down, lying down, or sitting cross-legged. All the beauties have beautiful postures. Each has its own beauty.
They have different clothes, some are moon white, some are light pink, some are goose yellow, some are lake green, and they are colorful under the light.
Fang Xueqing played the harp, Chun Niang played the zither, Xia Niang played the pipa, Qiu Niang played the flute, and Dong Niang played the dulcimer. The five people played together. The sound was not high, but it was melodious and clear, and everyone was intoxicated.
Zhong Ling is playing with his little white ferret, lying on the green grass, rolling around, giggling from time to time, like a string of silver bells ringing.
Mu Wanqing has taken off her black gauze, revealing her fair and beautiful face.
She is holding an embroidery support, lowering her head to do a crochet, folding her legs, sitting diagonally, her upper body upright, her posture is demure and elegant.
"The embroidery on her support is a lotus flower, jade white, with only a few threads, but lifelike, and the workmanship is extremely skillful.
Xiao Yuesheng once lamented that people should not be judged by their appearance. Who would have thought that among the women, Mu Wanqing, who was the coldest and coldest, was the best at female beauty. Looking at her appearance, she was as sharp as a sword, and she did not look like someone who could calm down and embroider.
Zhong Ling ran over from time to time to see how her embroidery was going.
"Sister Mu, do you really want to do that?" Zhong Ling sat next to Mu Wanqing, holding the little white ferret in her arms, tilting her head and looking at the lifelike lotus.
She was wearing a goose-yellow blouse, her face was fair and bright, and the little white ferret in her arms was small and cute. Its round eyes were sparkling with aura, and they were turning around, looking quite naughty and mischievous.
"Yes." Mu Wanqing responded in a low voice, gently pressing the white lotus with her fingers, which were slender and long, like jade tubes, glowing with a warm luster.
"Hehe, that's a lot of fun!" Zhong Ling said with a smile, raised the little white ferret above his head, tossed it gently, and said with a sweet smile: "Isn't it, Xiaobai?"
The little white ferret rolled in the air, squeaking and excited, and stopped at the highest point. Suddenly, a ray of silver light shot out and fell on Zhong Ling's shoulder in an instant.
"But, Sister Mu, I'm afraid it's useless!" Zhong Ling took the little white ferret off his shoulders, held it in his arms, and said with a smile: "Brother won't let you kill anyone!"
"Who listens to him!" Mu Wanqing snorted, and neatly loosened the embroidery support, but it was a silk handkerchief embroidered with a lifelike white lotus.
"Sister Mu, aren't you afraid that brother will be angry?" Zhong Ling tilted his head and asked with a sly look.
Mu Wanqing glared at her: "Stop being so verbose!"
"Hehe" Zhong Ling shrank his neck.
Mu Wanqing took out another silk handkerchief, propped it up with an embroidery support, picked up the silver needle, lowered her head and started embroidering again. After a few needles, a petal had been formed.
Zhong Ling listened to the melodious music and sighed: "I don¡¯t know when Sister Wang and Brother Wang will come back!"
"They may not be able to come back." Mu Wan said calmly, still lowering her head to embroider.
Zhong Ling raised his head and looked at the sky. A bright moon hung high in the sky, as if there was a jade plate set in the night, slowly rotating, exuding a cold brilliance.
She raised her head and muttered: "It's so late, it's time to come back!"
Mu Wanqing raised her head, glanced at her, hummed softly, and then lowered her head to embroider.
The music slowly stopped, Fang Xueqing and the others put down their instruments and fell on the grass.
Chun Niang came over, sat next to Mu Wanqing, looked at the lotus embroidered by her, pursed her lips and smiled softly: "Sister Mu, do you really want to leave this mark after killing someone?"
Mu Wanqing didn¡¯t even raise her head, she just nodded lightly.
"It's indeed very majestic!" Chun Niang pursed her lips and smiled softly, and said: "Young Master will definitely not object to it!"
"Sister Chun Niang, elder brother won't let Sister Mu kill anyone!" Zhong Ling tilted his head and said.
Chun Niang bent down, stretched out her slender green fingers, smiled and teased the little white mink, and said: "Sister Ling'er, I see, it's not that the master doesn't let sister Mu kill people, he just doesn't let her kill people in the capital, so as not to be too ostentatious. ,If you encounter evil people outside, naturally you can¡¯t let them go!¡±
"So that's it!" Zhong Ling tilted his head and thought for a moment, then suddenly chuckled.
"What are you laughing at?" Mu Wanqing raised her head and rolled her eyes at her.
Zhong Ling chuckled and said: "Kill someone and throw a handkerchief. Sister Mu, you have to kill less people in the future. Otherwise, you won't be able to embroider! Haha"
Chun Niang also pursed her lips and smiled, saying: "That's true, Sister Mu. It takes so much effort to embroider a lotus flower, but it's not enough after killing too many people!"
"I'm not a murderer!" Mu Wanqing glared at the two of them.
???????Chun Niang and ?The elves looked at each other, pursed their lips, chuckled, and stuck out their tongues playfully. Mu Wanqing spoke directly and without mercy. She was used to it and didn't care. She lowered her head to tease the little white ferret.
These days, this little white ferret has become the pet of all the girls, and everyone likes to tease it. It does not attack the girls, as if it can distinguish the malice and kindness of others.
In the past, it was not so smart. However, after taking one of Xiao Yuesheng's marrow-cleansing pills, it not only became faster, but also had tough skin and flesh, and its intelligence was greatly enhanced. It has become extremely cunning.
Fang Xueqing poured water from the small red clay stove, brewed a pot of tea, and delivered it to everyone. Hearing what Chun Niang and Mu Wanqing said, she secretly smiled.
"Kill one person and leave a lotus flower. This was the young master's idea to Miss Mu. Unexpectedly, she actually followed it.
Fang Xueqing secretly thought that the young master was trying to restrain Miss Mu's murderous intention and make her put in more effort. He knew that it was not easy to kill someone, but he was compassionate.
Among the girls, no one could understand the young master¡¯s painstaking efforts. Thinking of this, she felt a sense of pride and joy.
They were chatting and laughing, and Zhong Ling's laughter sounded from time to time, like silver bells falling in the night sky, lingering throughout the Xiao Mansion.
Suddenly, a green shadow flashed, and Xiao Yuesheng suddenly appeared.
"Brother!" Zhong Ling spotted him first, grabbed the little white ferret, threw it over his shoulder, and ran towards Xiao Yuesheng.
Xiao Yuesheng stood at the foot of the pavilion, watching her rush towards her, smiling and shaking his head.
Zhong Ling ran forward, grabbed his arm, turned around and looked around: "Hey, where is Sister Wang?"
"Yuyan is staying at Yanziwu." Xiao Yuesheng said with a smile, nodding to the girls who greeted him, his gentle eyes showing a smile.
As soon as the girls met his eyes, they immediately felt warm in their hearts. Everyone felt that they were valued by Xiao Yuesheng, and they felt happy.
"Yanziwu?" Zhong Ling opened his eyes wide and blinked: "Isn't Yanziwu the place where that guy Murong Fu belongs? Why is Sister Wang there?"
Xiao Yuesheng turned around and entered the small pavilion, sat down and leaned on the railing, shook his head and sighed: "Mr. Murong has passed away, and Yu Yan has now succeeded as the head of the Murong family."
"Dead?!" Fang Xueqing blurted out in surprise.
Xiao Yuesheng nodded: "He contracted typhoid fever after falling into the water. His body was already weak and he couldn't survive it."
Fang Xueqing's bright eyes flickered, and the brilliance flowed. She shook her head and murmured to herself: "He is so dead"
She really didn¡¯t expect that Murong Fu died so cowardly, that he lost his life just like that due to a cold, and no one would believe him!
She thought for a while, looked suspicious, and looked at Xiao Yuesheng, but did not say anything.
Xiao Yuesheng took her expression into his eyes and said warmly: "In two days, I will go to pay homage to Mr. Murong's tomb. Now the old lady is also ill and has no time."
Fang Xueqing nodded hurriedly: "Well, it's time to worship!"
"What!" Zhong Ling pouted, wrinkled her nose and snorted: "Sister Fang is so generous! That boy Murong Fu has caused a lot of trouble for the young master, and even went to pay homage to him at his tomb?! Hmph!"
"Death is the most important thing, let the past be bygones" Xiao Yuesheng waved his hand, smiled, took the tea cup brought by Chun Niang, and took a sip.
Xiao Yuesheng narrated what happened one by one. The girls listened attentively, their expressions changed, and they all found it incredible.
They secretly lamented that they did not expect that Murong Fu¡¯s one favor would later be used to help others get married, and Wang Yuyan would become the master of the Murong family.
"Sir, shall I go accompany Miss Wang?" Fang Xueqing frowned, showing a worried look.
Xiao Yuesheng shook his head and smiled: "No, let Yuyan try it."
"What if" Fang Xueqing frowned.
Xiao Yuesheng smiled and said: "Don't worry, Yuyan is holding my jade pendant. I can detect it if something happens to her."
"That's good" Fang Xueqing nodded.
Zhong Ling tilted his head and said seriously: "Brother, you should let Sister Fang go. Sister Wang is there alone. She is not familiar with the place. What if she is bullied by others?!"
She has always been naughty and fun-loving. She rarely looks so serious. At first glance, she looks like a little adult, indescribably funny and cute.
¡°Brother, don¡¯t laugh!¡± Zhong Ling¡¯s eyes widened and he looked majestic.
Xiao Yuesheng stopped smiling, forced himself to be patient, and said with a half-smile but not a smile: "Okay, don't laugh! Yuyan's martial arts is much better than theirs, who dares to bully her?"
"In short, it's just not right to leave Sister Wang alone!" Zhong Ling tilted his head and thought for a while, but couldn't think of anything to refute, so he simply acted rogue.
Xiao Yuesheng smiled and shook his head.
? ?The other girls were also puzzled, thinking that there must be some deep meaning behind what he did.
Mu Wan¡¯s clear eyes sparkled, looking at her deeply
"What's the deep meaning" Xiao Yuesheng lay on his side on the couch, his left hand was pillowed by Fang Xueqing, and his right hand was pressed on Fang Xueqing's breasts, feeling the delicate and smooth palm of his hand.
Her breasts were not big, but they were well-proportioned, tall, and extremely elastic, making Xiao Yuesheng unable to put them down.
Fang Xueqing rested her head on his arm, her hair was spread like black satin, carrying a faint fragrance. Her face was crimson and as pretty as a flower. There was a trace of laziness and contentment between her eyebrows, and her whole body was radiant.
Her voice was slightly hoarse and magnetic: "Brother, you let Miss Wang stay there alone, do you want to exercise her?"
Xiao Yuesheng smiled and nodded: "The one who knows me is Xue Qing!"
Fang Xueqing pursed her lips and smiled softly, her eyes sparkling with joy.
Her smile slowly faded, she frowned, and turned around: "Young Master, I'm a little worried, what if Murong De fakes his death?"
"Well, I'll go take a look in two days." Xiao Yuesheng nodded lightly.
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Fang Xueqing nodded hurriedly: "That's right, Murong Bo sang like that, maybe he will follow suit!"
Xiao Yuesheng smiled slightly and shook his head: "Don't worry, even if he fakes his death, he won't be able to make any big waves. Go to sleep!"
"Well" Fang Xueqing nodded gently.
She was also confident that with the martial arts skills of the people in the Xiao family, even if Murong Fu was not dead and was causing trouble in the dark, it would not be a big deal, he was just looking for death.
Yanziwu
Outside the dock is a trestle made of wood, extending into the lake. A gust of wind blows, the lake water sways, and the trestle sways with it.
In the early morning, Wang Yuyan was standing at the end of the trestle, wearing a snow-white shirt, holding on to the railing, looking out over the lake, as if she was searching for something.
A gust of wind blew, the trestle swayed, Wang Yuyan's snow-white robe fluttered, and a few strands of black hair floated in the wind. Her bright eyes were blurred and her expression was melancholy.
Behind her, four guards stood upright, two men and two women, the man was handsome and the woman was beautiful, with bright eyes and good cultivation.
Wang Yuyan remained motionless, and the four guards also moved. There was only a gust of wind blowing.
The sound of footsteps came, and Deng Baichuan came from a distance, pacing slowly, and came behind Wang Yuyan.
Wang Yuyan remained motionless, as if she hadn't heard anything.
"Master, it's time to have breakfast!" Deng Baichuan cupped his hands and called in a low voice. - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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