Chapter 36 Golden Light

Find an excuse to answer him first.Xue Chongxun said in a deep voice.

Murong Yan closed the messy hair on her head, frowned and pondered for a moment, and then said a loud voice in Tuyuhun.

Fu Lu's voice came from outside the door, and he rumbling for a while, and Xue Chongxun naturally couldn't understand it.

He looked left and right and saw an old case beside the wall, with four treasures of the study and other objects on it. There was also a black lacquered knife stand placed horizontally against the wall, with two Tang swords long and short on it.

Seeing this, he quickly walked over, held the black-painted knife holder with one hand, and gently grabbed the scabbard on it with the other hand and held it in his hand.

Murong Yan's eyes suddenly became flustered and she hurriedly whispered, "Xue Lang doesn't want it, what should I do if my brother?"

She hurriedly moved over to try to hold Xue Chongxun, but as soon as she left, she found that her legs were trembling, and they were sore and soft.

Moreover, the sticky things left in her body made her feel uncomfortable. She felt that the grass was also sticky and the underside of her skirt was cold.

Her eyes were panicked and worried, and she walked up to her and grabbed Xue Chongxun's arm tightly. The pool of water with exotic charm in her deep eyes was full of begging.

Seeing this, Xue Chongxun felt soft, and lowered his head to ponder for a moment, and said in a deep voice: Princess is too worried. Unless it is absolutely necessary, I will naturally not act on impulse.There is a cabinet inside. I'll hide for a while and find an opportunity before going out.But I have to bring a weapon to defend myself, so as not to wait for an emergency.

After hearing this, Murong Yan felt a little relieved.Xue Chongxun sighed and said to her: Let go, I'll go in first.

Um.

Xue Chongxun lifted the hem of his robe and walked into the warm pavilion. There was a bamboo curtain inside. There was indeed a wooden cabinet inside the bamboo curtain. The suites here were all arranged in this way. He had known before, but it was not unexpected.

Murong Yan was feeling all kinds of discomfort under her skirt. After tidying up her clothes, she always felt that there were any mistakes, but she couldn't procrastinate for too long, so she had to bite the bullet and open the door.

She was full of worry and fear, but she was finally a woman who had seen the scene and could remain calm in the moment.

The old wooden door opened, and a fat man with colorful silk appeared in front of her. This person was very familiar with her but very unfamiliar with her.

Maybe it was Fu Lu Chang running outside, and the wind was strong and sunny in Qinghai, and his face was very dark. This blackness was different from Xue Chongxun's healthy and well-proportioned tanning. Fu Lu's face was as dark as dirt and had not been washed clean.

But he wore brightly-toned clothes again. The contrast was like a beggar who had just picked up a bag of gold and poured it into a bowl of soy milk.

No matter how you look at it, it feels annoying.

But Murong Yan's disgust towards him is second, and the main thing is awe.Their Murong family has long relied on Fu Lu Bieyou and relied on other people's breath to survive. This mentality cannot be eliminated in a short time.

More than ten years ago, there was a turmoil in Tuyuhun, and the royal power of the Murong family disappeared, and no nobles were dependent on them anymore. In Murong Xuan's generation, the younger generation had no foundation.

Then the Fulu family, who had extensive connections at the upper level, recovered the tribes and regained the Murong family to the throne through political marriage. Of course, the real power was still in the hands of the Fulu family.

The long-term mentality of Murong Yan's family is like a person isolated by people, and suddenly he has the friendship of a sociable person.

In human society, violence is not the most powerful force.

The rule and family have something in common with the law of survival of individuals.

A person who is isolated and has nothing to do is easily treated unfairly without any pressure, bullying the weak and fearing the strong and favoring others; while a person who has extensive relationships among the government and the powerful will not dare to act rashly to him, and can only be polite and reasonable in normal times.

Therefore, all the families of the Tang Dynasty would find ways to marry and make friends. Unite the party to not only protect itself, but also the source of strength.

Fu Lu's power in Tuyuhun was similar to that. Murong Yan was afraid of him and afraid of him, and did not dare to do whatever he wanted just because he made friends with the great Duke of the Tang Dynasty...

Besides, is this relationship between men and women really reliable?

Murong Yan tried hard to put all her messy mood behind her head, and opened the door in a lazy and boring manner, just like she usually looked like a lazy Persian cat.

Fu Lu complained in Tuyuhun's words: Why did it take so long?

He had no doubts when he heard a casual tone.Murong Yan's expression and movements were very good, giving people the feeling that it was okay, so other details would not attract attention.

She said: I lie down for a while and have to wear clothes when I get up, otherwise I will be seen as untidy clothes.We cannot lose our composure within the Tang Dynasty.

Fu Lu opened the door and walked in, and said with a smile: I'm the only one entering the house, what's the matter with being in a mess?

Murong Yan hurriedly said: Come in and close the door quickly, it's so cold.

After Fu Lu came in, she was in front of her, but she asked Fu Lu to leave first and then to go behind by herself.

Her waist was sticky and wet. Although she was covered with her trousers and there were robes and skirts on her outside, she always felt uncomfortable, fearing that she would be discovered, as if Fu Lu could see Mi Duan from behind.

This feeling is like being uncomfortable during those few days, and I feel all kinds of worries and irritability in my heart.

Now she just wants to take a shower and change her clothes quickly.

Because she was nervous, a layer of sweat broke out on her forehead, so she took out a towel and dipped it on her forehead. Unexpectedly, her towel fell to the ground when she was distracted.

She hesitated for a moment before gritting her teeth and squatting down to pick it up, fearing that the wet little shirt would print the water stains on the coat.

When Fu Lu saw her cautious movements, he said strangely: They are all outside, there is no one here.

What's the meaning?Murong Yan responded to the puzzled look.Fu Lu touched his head, shook his head and turned around and went in.

Seeing Fu Lu walk into the warm cabinet, Murong Yan was very worried that he would find something like the cabinet behind the bamboo curtain, but then he thought that he would go through the cabinets for what he did...

Scaring yourself, as long as you don’t make people doubt it, there should be no problems for the time being!

She took a deep breath and calmed down, and then couldn't wait to call her servant to make hot water.

The yamen arranged for them to take care of their lives by maids and servants, and they treated them with courtesy.

After the water was poured in, it was placed in the warm trunk. The bronze mirror on the dressing table was quickly covered with a layer of fine beads, and the mirror became more hazy.

Murong Yan pushed Lu out: You go outside and stay, I want to take a shower and change my clothes.

Fu Lu smiled and said: Is there anything I can't see?

Murong Yan suddenly felt anxious and glanced at the cabinet with great concern, but fortunately there was no movement.

She understands some men's psychology. These tinea oil-like things are very unstable at some point and can easily lose their restraint.

In desperation, she said ill words: I asked you to see, what can you do?Torturing me in vain.Go out quickly, it will be fine in a while!

Fulu's face suddenly swelled like a pig's liver. He looked like someone had his face torn off, pain, shame, and anger.

That aspect seems to be his taboo. Things with extreme inferiority will induce extreme self-esteem, self-deception, and concealment.

Her words seemed to mean that he was not good, but that: Your mother had been a prostitute!

Bang!A huge and crisp sound rang in Murong Yan's ears.

She saw the golden light, as if the fireworks in the sky were blooming in the clear night sky with a bang. People could fly up, swinging lightly in the air, praying devoutly with their eyes closed.

Silk... She vaguely heard the muffled sound of metal friction. Was it the sharp blade gently unsheathed?

At the first moment, her inner feeling was not fear, but relief.

That knife has a heart, and it is enough to have this heart.

The cold horizontal knife is no longer synonymous with violence. It is flying beautifully among the petals falling red in the sky, drawing an extremely perfect arc.

But Murong Yan instantly came to her senses from her fantasy, rushed to the cabinet desperately, and pressed her back against the door with her back, pretending to be like a frightened little rabbit, curled up in front of the cabinet: Please, for the sake of King Khan...

She was not asking for Fulu, but asking for another person.

Fu Lu sighed in a daze. After venting his anger, he asked him to put down his arm and wanted to comfort him.But he didn't know: when he was pitying Murong Yan, Murong Yan was pitying him and was pitying him.

You don't come here!Murong Yan pretended to be scared, go out... don't come over.

OK, OK, I'll go out.Fulu said with some remorse.

Murong Yan was very relaxed and felt very happy at this time.That slap was so good that it directly knocked off her guilt of betrayal and condemnation.

Although Murong lost his real power, his status is obvious. Murong Yan has never been slapped since she was a child. The first time she experienced it, it turned out that she could be so good to be beaten.

It was like a pile of tangled messes, and it was quickly cut by, and everything was relaxed and clean.

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The water is still hot, the air is still cold, and white smoke is emitting from the bathtub, allowing the ancient warm pavilion to float with a light mist, and everything is like a dream.

Murong Yan gently pulled off the hairpin from her hair, waved her head gently, and one of the hairs was softly scattered around Ruyu Ruxue's shoulders and neck. Then she shook her head and adjusted her hanging hair, cleverly covering her swollen left face.

She wants to show her best side and cannot tolerate the scar affecting her beauty.

She felt that she was not doing such a small thing as bathing, but dancing gracefully in front of a man who admired her.

The clothes left her body in strands, and she knelt in the bathtub facing the cupboard with her back to the bamboo curtain.

Her charming and affectionate eyes stared at the old cabinet, her white teeth gently bit her tender red lips, and her fingers that were like peeling on her beautiful right face.

The elastic, plump chest curve trembled gently in the smoke.

She raised her head, presenting her delicate throat skin, her fingers down her chin and neck, and a blurred and intoxicated look on her face.