Then she saw Qian Yeming wearing a moon-white loose brocade robe, lying lazily on the soft couch, holding a miscellaneous book in his hand and flipping through it casually. When he saw her come in, he raised his lips and smiled at her.
The jet-black hair fluttered slightly in the breeze outside the car window, and the rest was casually draped around the waist, and some was scattered freely on the chest.
The slightly open collar highlights the perfect chest line, although it is a little morbidly pale, but the years of martial arts training and deep internal strength have concealed this slight flaw, making it seem more lustrous and lustrous than the finest mutton-fat jade.
His eyebrows are dark without any makeup, his lips are bright without any coloring, his eyes are like bright stars, and his demeanor is extraordinary. He is so brilliant that even the sunlight is robbed of his charm.
Although he liked women wearing pale red clothing, he himself was particularly fond of black and white. In white, he looked ethereal, like a god from heaven. In black, he looked like an Asura, his endless charm tinged with murderous intent.
"My wife, do you like me doing this?"
Just as Murong Xiao was distracted, a voice as clear as porcelain rang out. Murong Xiao came back to his senses, curled his lips, glared at him, and cursed inwardly, "Monster!"
Murong Xiao's coquettish and angry scolding made Qian Yeming even happier. He reached out and pulled Murong Xiao into his arms, and stuffed a lychee into her mouth.
"Excuse me, Your Highness, what's wrong with you?"
"Of course I feel uncomfortable!" Facing Murong Xiao's denunciation, Qian Yeming answered as a matter of course.
Seeing the other person's petty look, Murong Xiao couldn't help laughing: "Since you feel uncomfortable, why did you let me stay with them?"
"That's because I'm magnanimous! After all, they are your biological brother and sister. I can't possibly stop you from chatting with them!"
"You call this letting us chat about family matters!" She, Murong Qingyun and Murong Xiao together probably didn't speak more than ten sentences!
"Of course! Humph, it's already good enough that I'm magnanimous enough to let them take a look at you. Xiao'er also thinks I'm magnanimous, right?"
Murong smiled without saying a word, leaning quietly in Qian Yeming's arms, enjoying the coolness in the carriage while casually picking up a military book to read, feeling very comfortable.
Qian Yeming, with a slight smile on his lips, sipped tea while admiring the beauty in his arms, and he was equally comfortable.
The two of them snuggled up to each other and soon forgot about Murong Qingyun and Murong Yan who were outside under the scorching sun.
The first match: Qian Yeming VS Murong Qingyun, Qian Yeming wins!
At noon, the group stopped and prepared to have lunch at a larger restaurant in the suburbs.
Although he wished that Qian Yeming, the sickly ghost, would die immediately and as far away as possible, at this moment, Murong Qingyun, who was responsible for Qian Yeming's safety, had to do it himself.
He cleared out all the diners in the restaurant, sent someone to supervise the chef in cooking, and ordered some light meals suitable for the prince's body. After the meals were ready, he ignored the stinking sweat on his body and invited the prince, who had everything provided for him, to get off the carriage.
Murong Xiao left in the morning and exchanged a few words with them before getting into the carriage. He hadn't seen her again until now. Seeing the beauty, Murong Qingyun's mood finally improved a lot, and he could even temporarily ignore the clothes sticking to his body.
"Thank you for your trouble, brother."
Qian Yeming was helped out of the carriage by Murong Xiao. Looking at the table full of mostly light dishes, he politely thanked Murong Qingyun.
"It should be."
Murong Qingyun was embarrassed for a long time.
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