The other two personal girls also stepped forward cautiously, and one of them asked in a low voice. Everyone only knows that the second lady in Murong Mansion, Murong Qiu, is sunny and bright, but who knows that her heart is like a poisonous scorpion? The slightest neglect is the scourge of cutting off the head.

Murong Qiuqing half leaned on the embroidered incense pillow, and the golden thread red peony thin jacket was half hung on the chest. As if unintentionally, half of the crisp white on his chest was exposed, which was even more lazy, charming and delicate, only a little sharp in his eyes, and disappeared in a flash: "Is there a reply?" ”

"Second Miss, not yet, Steward Liu came to tell me when he was in the third watch, and the person who said that the connector hadn't replied yet." Midori bowed her head and replied respectfully.

"How is that possible! You damn girl, did you neglect your duties and didn't ask! Murong Qiuqing scolded angrily.

As he spoke, an incense fan was thrown over. Lu Zhu didn't dare to avoid it, and the bamboo strip fell directly on Lu Zhu's pink face, scratching a red and swollen mark, and burning half of the cheeks.

Before he could shed tears, Luzhu hurriedly bent down and knelt down, kowtowing again and again: "The slave should die, but the slave really asked......"

At this time, Mama Liu had already hurried in, and with a "poof", she knelt there through the curtains.

"Oh no, Second Miss, I heard that Murong Feixue, that slut, is back alive!"

"What did you say?" In the purple curtains, Murong Qiuqing's angry voice suddenly rose again, and after a while, his voice suddenly seemed to be quenched with ice, and he asked in a cold voice, "What did you see with your own eyes?" ”

"No, it's not, it's Bihe's girl who came to tell you......" Mama Liu stammered in reply, and cold sweat began to slide down her forehead. I regret that I didn't go to see it first and then tell it, if I angered the second lady, it wasn't a joke.

Hearing that Mama Liu's tone was obviously lacking in confidence, Murong Qiuqing's face turned cold, and she immediately threw a pillow over. reprimanded: "Dare to report something unclear? Why don't you find out? ”

"Yes, yes...... The old slave is going, this is going! Mama Liu trembled, almost crawling out of the Qiuyun Pavilion, lifting her breath and urging her spiritual power to rush towards Murong Feixue's Snow Stepping Pavilion......

When she came to the window of the Snow Pavilion, she heard the sound of water in the room. Immediately, he chuckled in his heart, and reached out tremblingly to pierce the window paper and peek through the small hole.

Surrounded by warm mist, thick roses, white arms like jade, slender and white neck. Murong Feixue was lying on her back in the half-human-high bathtub. The wet green silk hung down on his chest, and his face was steaming and his cheeks were slightly red. Xiu's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and her eyes were closed, as if she was thinking about something distressing. What a beautiful picture of a beautiful beauty bathing, everything is peaceful and quiet.

Behind her, standing with their heads down, spring paintings and Bihe, all of them looked respectful.

"It's hard at night, why don't you come in and see?"

Murong Feixue suddenly opened his eyes, and in an instant, it was like autumn water opening, and a fine light shot out. The dark eyes squinted in the direction of the window, and the deep voice had a hint of banter.

Mama Liu was suddenly shocked, she didn't expect that this Murong Feixue would be able to find herself! If you don't do it, killing her is a great achievement. At that moment, he turned his heart sideways, his eyes were cold, he pulled out a sharp blade from his waist, sneered at the corner of his mouth, and slammed the door in.

Anyway, this Murong Feixue is a waste firewood, and the entire Murong Mansion knows about it. You can solve her by yourself, which is the so-called killing chickens with a cattle slaughtering knife.