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Nangong Baiye didn't expect Murong Changfeng to come, but it didn't matter to her.

She twirled her long curly hair with her fingers, and walked down the stairs casually...

Murong Changfeng had seen her a long time ago. He was leaning on the wooden chair with his upper body, holding a porcelain cup with his slender fingers. He took a deep breath before pouring

Putting down the teacup in his hand, he stood up, dressed in azure blue brocade clothes, he was extremely handsome.

Nangong Baiye didn't even look at him, and sat directly on the wooden chair, looking a little lazy.

Murong Changfeng looked at her sitting posture, frowned tightly, and said in a cold voice, "Who the hell are you?"

Nangong Baiye leaned back on the wooden chair, and said calmly, "Who else can I be except Nangong Baiye."

"No, you're not her." Murong Changfeng walked in front of her, lowered his body slightly, his handsome face was very close, and his voice was deep: "If you were her, you wouldn't blush if I got so close."

Nangong Baiye smiled, stood up, and leaned over: "Do you know why I don't blush now? Because I am not the old Nangong Baiye who foolishly guarded you. General Murong, it's something you don't understand. The current Nangong Baiye doesn't like you anymore, understand?"

I don't know why, when I heard the five words "I don't like you anymore".

Murong Shaofeng would feel a little stuffy in his chest, but soon, he smiled coldly with sharp eyes: "You're lying."

The two are very close.

When he spoke, his breath could almost hit her face...

There was a group of people upstairs, led by Qu Luo, who straightened their necks and looked down.

Nangong Xiaomiao stroked her chin and guessed: "Mother won't rekindle her old relationship with this man, will she?"

"It's possible!" Qu Luo nodded heavily, with deep meaning on his evil and handsome face: "Back then, your mother did everything for this Murong Shaofeng. Your mother also pawned and sold all the dowry!"

Nangong Xiaomiao pursed her lips: "This is not something my mother would do, she loves money the most!"

"In her mind, Murong Shaofeng is more important than money, so you see how much she loves Murong Shaofeng." Qu Luo said while drinking tea, looking very romantic.

Hearing these words, Beiming Liancheng's black pupils contracted, and the slender golden lines spread out coldly, and the light-colored thin lips were half-curved, half-smiling, but for no reason, it made people feel an unprecedented chill .

Qu Luo was still analyzing life-and-death: "Based on my experience as the number one son in the capital, this time when Murong Shaofeng came to look for your mother, he must also want to reunite with your mother..."

"Qu Luo." Before he finished speaking, Beiming Liancheng interrupted his words in a flat tone, but his eyes were like snakes wandering around, silent and cold: "You talk too much. "

It's been a long time since we've met, and this is the first time I've been called by his full name.

Qu Luo was obviously stunned for a moment, then smiled evilly, and approached with a handsome face: "What? Seeing your little junior sister getting close to other men, are you unhappy?"

Beiming Liancheng's paper-pale handsome face has not changed in any way, but under the gloomy light, it is a bit dazzlingly white.

He gracefully crossed his legs, shook the teacup gracefully with one hand, and smiled with his lips curved, his expression unpredictable...

Qu Luo got bored and looked downstairs again.

At this time, Nangong Baiye had already stood up, put one hand in the side pocket of the robe, and smiled indifferently: "It has nothing to do with me whether you believe it or not."

Murong Changfeng's eyes fell on her unusually calm face, and he said in a stern voice: "If you are her, come back with me."

"Go back? Where?" Nangong Baiye frowned.

Murong Changfeng's magnetic voice revealed a sense of oppression: "The General's Mansion."

Nangong Baiye smiled, with a faint sarcasm on the corner of his mouth: "I said, General Murong, did you go out before you woke up? Daydreaming should have a limit."

"What is a daydream?" Murong Changfeng's eyes were filled with anger: "Don't forget, you are my first wife, Murong Changfeng!"

Nangong Baiye tilted his head and smiled: "I remember that I wrote a book on Husband, do you want me to write a new one and throw it to you?"

Murong Shaofeng's face suddenly became extremely cold. He stood still with a stern expression, only staring at Nangong Baiye: "Nangong Baiye, don't regret that you didn't go back with me today!"

"Don't worry, the only advantage in my life is that I never regret what I have done." Nangong Baiye still smiled, without the slightest regret in his eyes.

Murong Shaofeng narrowed his eyes, and said in a cold voice, "I know you hate me, but because you and I have known each other for four years, I advise you, give up this martial arts test, you can't win."

Nangong Baiye shook his head, then stretched out his hand, and patted Luoxue on his shoulder affectionately, his lips were red and his teeth were white and pretty: "Let me tell you, I will definitely win this game!"

"You are still the same as before, stubborn and unrepentant." Murong Shaofeng lowered her lips, she had never looked back at him like this before: "Aren't you afraid of losing everything?"

Stubborn?

nothing?

Nangong Baiye smiled: "The road I chose, even if my heels are worn out and blood is drained, I will walk it to the end."

Yu Luo, without waiting for Murong Shaofeng to react, she withdrew her hand, turned and went upstairs.

Murong Shaofeng looked at the back of the person walking up the stairs, clenched his hands, and a faint haze flashed across his face.

He didn't say much, and with a flick of his long sleeves, he jumped onto the horse!

Listening to the sound of horses bleating outside the inn, Nangong Baiye stretched out his hand to hold down the beating heart.

She didn't expect that even today, the existence of that man still affects this body.

Turning around the stairs, I saw Beiming Liancheng half leaning on the pitch-black wooden pillar, holding a teacup in one hand, and resting the other on the wooden stair railing, as if rhythmically tapped with his index finger, there was a kind of elegance and harmony between his brows. The unique temperament mixed with indifference, and the deep eyes cannot see ups and downs.

Following behind him are two little people and the music thief with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"You were being stubborn just now." Qu Luo stroked his chin and said with a casual smile, "If you really don't care anymore, you won't feel sad after he walks away."

Which eye of yours sees me dejected?Nangong Baiye rolled his eyes.

Qu Luo patted her on the shoulder like a good buddy: "They are all from the past. I understand, young master. Look at your actions now, you feel very uncomfortable, right?"

"No." Nangong Baiye replied lazily and put his hand down.

Qu Luo shook his fingers in disapproval: "Don't explain, explaining is tantamount to covering up, even if you put your hand down, we all know that your heart hurts just now."

Nangong Baiye ignored him, the best way to deal with a nagging person is to keep silent.

She continued to walk forward with a smile, and Beiming Liancheng leaned in front.

The two got closer and closer, just after Nangong Baiye walked past him.

Beiming Liancheng suddenly turned around, grabbed Nangong Baiye's arm, pushed her against the wall vigorously, and at the same time stretched out his hand to pinch her chin, forcing her to raise her head...