Zhu Biancai was thrown away by Murong Mingzhu and almost fell into a second-level brainlessness. This is a good opportunity to take revenge.

He smiled and said, "What two words are you? King Yong? Oh, that's bad. Your Highness, King Yong is the most beautiful woman in our Moon. You can take advantage of him. That cliff was burned by the ancestors of the Murong family. Let's talk about it, what's going on? Don't be shy... It hurts!"

Murong Mingzhu pinched the soft little flesh on his face, smiling but not smiling, "Zhu Fuguier, I think you're itchy? I'll give it to you."

"It hurts! It hurts so much!"

The young master Jin Yuanbao Fuguier trembled in tears in pain, "I won't say it anymore, I won't say it anymore, let go."

"snort."

Murong Mingzhu let go of her hand and looked coldly at Zhu Bian with red cheeks, "I dare to say something more."

Zhu Bian covered his hot cheeks and thrust in a grievance.

I cursed Murong Mingzhu, a fierce woman, in my heart, that she would never be able to marry for hundreds of lifetimes.

At this moment, the gorgeous convoy suddenly stopped in front of the first floor.

Zhu Bian didn't care to cover her face and said in surprise: "She stopped."

Murong Mingzhu looked out the window and the Feng family's convoy did stop.

A gorgeous girl next to the gauze sedan chair approached the gauze curtain, and shed slightly, then gently brushed the gauze curtain.

Zhu Bian widened his eyes, no, Miss Feng, who has never seen her face, is this... going to show her face in public?

Compared to Zhu Bian's excitement, Murong Mingzhu just looked out the window lightly.

The gauze curtain was blowing open, and the Susu dragon gauze spread out, and the faint bell rang in my ears.

A head of black hair is decorated with green headdresses, and its figure is like smoke and water, standing tall and graceful in front of the gauze curtain.

Jiangnanfu, Miss Feng Feng Youran, stood on Zhuque Street like this, letting the people watching the fun on both sides stare at her in admiration.

The flying figure was covered with white Juan under his eyes, covering his appearance.

The exposed pair of eyes were fascinating and were clearly dressed in simple and elegant clothes, but their eyes were very gorgeous. They raised their chin slightly and looked at Murong Mingzhu next to the window on the second floor.

Feng Youran's beautiful eyes narrowed, and Murong Mingzhu's bright eyes smiled.

One is slim in quality, with a squirm of Jiangnan water, and the other is as strong as a flame, looking down on all directions with every move.

Through mid-air, Feng Youran and Murong Mingzhu's eyes met in one place.

Zhu Bian felt that his breathing stopped at that moment.

After looking at Feng Youran, then at Murong Mingzhu, subconsciously shrank her neck, two terrible women.

After a while, Feng Youran looked away and returned to the yarn sedan chair. The yarn curtain fell and continued to move forward.

Zhu Bian patted his chest, still in shock, "She is Feng Youran, it's so terrible."

"In your eyes, except for 6 love people, all women are scary, right?" Murong Mingzhu said lightly.

"That's not. Feng Youran looks bad, why do you have to cover the face with a veil? I said maybe there are any shameful birthmarks on your face, scars, and moles that are bigger than your hands..."

Murong Mingzhu heard his slander and said impatiently: "Danyi, send Young Master Zhu downstairs."

When he heard that Dan Yi wanted to "send" again, Zhu Bian immediately stood up and said, "I have something to do, I'll leave first. If I don't give it, I don't need to give it to you!"

Apply oil to the soles of your feet and you will be very fast.

If he really falls down, his life will be over.

When Zhu Bian was gone, Murong Mingzhu looked down at the cold tea, her eyes so deep that it was invisible.

No matter who else arrives in the imperial capital, Feng Youran's arrival is definitely the most popular one.

This was also the first time Feng Youran came to the imperial capital in four years. Zhuque Street looked at Murong Mingzhu from across the air, and soon spread throughout the streets and alleys.

It seems that this time, Feng Youran and Murong Mingzhu are going to be choking again.

So excited!

Want to move a small stool to watch!

There is a plate of peanuts and melon seeds!

The onlookers were eager to try, while Murong Mingzhu, one of the protagonists, stayed silent and kept her door open, and was obediently watching the account book and drinking tea in Qinshui Pavilion.

"Mingzhu," Murong Shang looked at Murong Mingzhu who was looking down and flipped the account book, and asked softly: "You are saying something."

"What did you say?" Murong Mingzhu didn't raise her head.

Murong Shang looked interested, "I said why do you plan to fight Feng Youran? I will tell you that you are discussing the two of you outside now, and you have also opened a quarrel. You bet that you will lose three if you win, and you will lose two if you gamble Feng Youran. Isn't the second brother trying to find out what you are thinking?"

"I've asked, let's go and place a bet?" Murong Mingzhu glanced at him sideways, then lowered her head and continued to tilt the abacus, "Save it, don't take gossip in front of me and say it, I'm not interested."

"How can this be gossip? Second brother cares about you and pays attention to you!"

He didn't say he wanted to go out to place bets, Murong Shang asked, "So what are you thinking? Let's talk to your second brother."

After half of the calculation was interrupted by Murong Shang several times, Murong Mingzhu simply ignored it and looked up at her second brother, "I only have one problem."

"What?"

"Why am I paying three in one and two in one? Am I worse than her?"

Otherwise, why is the odds not the other way around?

Obviously, I don’t have confidence in her and think she will lose to Feng Youran.

"I originally thought you didn't have the advantage, at least you wouldn't be at a disadvantage, but there was nothing I could do. Who told you before... What happened to King Yong, if he provoked the emperor's uncle, he would definitely suffer."

"Nonsense," Murong Mingzhu snorted coldly, "A group of boring people, second brother, don't blame me for not reminding you. Those betting outside will definitely lose their pants in the future. If you don't know how to bet, I will not feel sympathy for you if you lose your wife."

"How is that possible!" Murong Shang said with a righteous look on his face, "What is the motto of our Murong family? Gambling ban! How could I go out to place bets with your second brother..."

It should still be better than Mingzhu to win.

At the critical moment, I believe my dear sister is right!

At a glance, you can tell that Murong Shangyan is not sincere. Murong Mingzhu is too lazy to talk about him, so she lowered her head and continued to fiddle with her abacus.

Murong Shang was also a little worried about the important matter, "Now there are seven days before His Majesty's order, the Mu family in Donghai, the Zhuo family in Yuancheng, the Sheng family in Lingzhou, the Gu family in Rongcheng, and Feng Youran... But they have all arrived in the imperial capital, do you have any plans now?"

"I have no plans, but I can tell you one thing."

"What's up?"

"The mantis stalks the cicada and the oriole is behind it, and there is a hunter who has spread a net behind the oriole. Even if I don't win, I won't lose." After saying this meaningful sentence, Murong Mingzhu stopped looking up and focused on the accounts at hand.

The pearls and jade on the golden abacus made a crisp sound, and she earned her money every turn.

In the mall, the turn of hands is clouds and rain.

She is not afraid of anything.

Murong Shang thought about the meaning of her words, and after a moment, he looked at Murong Mingzhu in a low voice, "Little sister."
Chapter completed!