General Leng's superb wife

After sending Chen Rui and the others away, Mu Xue dragged her tired body back to Ming Xueyuan.

Lying sprawled on the bed, I glanced at the bamboo painting.

How could she be forgotten?!

Mu Xue sat up, put on her embroidered shoes and rushed out, bumping into Murong Qian who was about to enter.

"What's so urgent?" Murong Qian helped Mu Xue, who was still rubbing his forehead and grinning, lowered his head and asked.

"Go be a matchmaker!" Pushing Murong Qian away, he ran straight to the bamboo forest.

Be a matchmaker?! Bamboo Forest? Bei Ning Pavilion? Yan'er?

Looking at Qian Ying running away in a hurry, Murong Qian shook his somewhat confused head and went to the study.

Walking through the emerald green bamboo forest and arriving at Bei Ning Pavilion, I saw Murong Yan sitting in the pavilion, secretly feeling sad. She was dressed in white clothes, fluttering in the wind, her hair was tied up casually, and her bright eyes stared blankly at the people around her.

Guqin has a light and refined temperament.

So beautiful!

Muxue couldn't help but admired. There were so many beauties in ancient times!

"Why is it you again?" came an impatient voice, cold and distant.

"I'm coming to find you!" Mu Xue looked at Murong Yan with a smile and slowly walked into the pavilion.

"Looking for me?" Murong Yan looked surprised. This girl is really bold. She came to Beining Pavilion again and again and still said she was looking for her?!

"Yes, I'll be your matchmaker!"

"You are so brave!" Murong Yan's beautiful face twisted together in an instant, and her voice suddenly turned into ice. "I don't allow you to take care of my affairs!"

Being a matchmaker?! This is simply adding salt to her wounds! If her heart is dead, will there still be love?!

"Don't be angry!" Mu Xue gave Murong Yan a meaningful look, "Sometimes what you see with your eyes may not be true, and what you think in your heart may not be the truth of the matter. Why don't you open your heart and make it clear to everyone!

"

"Who are you?" The voice suddenly rose in pitch, carrying a breathtaking power.

"I want you to be happy. If you think about it clearly, go to the private room at Tianzi No. 1 of Fugui Restaurant at noon in three days! There will be someone waiting for you there!"

After leaving a few words indifferently, Mu Xue turned and walked away!

Looking at Mu Xue's leaving figure, Murong Yan's heart was in confusion. This was the first time in two years that she was so panicked! Did she really think wrong? Who is she?!

On the way back, Mu Xue couldn't stop giggling. Seeing Murong Yan's expression just now, it seems that there is hope for the two of them! It seems that this time the matchmaker is considered a matchmaker! Haha

As soon as Murong Qian entered Ming Xueyuan, he heard Mu Xue's exaggerated laughter and couldn't help but frown. What the hell is this woman doing? It's late at night, so she won't sleep!

Seeing Murong Qian come in, Mu Xue sat up and looked at him happily.

Murong Qian suddenly felt a chill running down his spine. Why is this woman smiling so weirdly?!

"I finally became a matchmaker!" Mu Xue couldn't help but show off to Murong Qian. You know she had said it more than 800 times when she came back today, and Xiaohu and Chuntao's ears were probably getting calloused!

Matchmaker? Are you still addicted?! I was just about to ask what was going on, but now she told me first!

Murong Qian sat down on the couch with an expressionless expression, waiting for Mu Xue's next words.

Her pretty face wrinkled and she glanced at Murong Qian sadly, "Are you mute? Why don't you speak? I'm talking to you!"

"I'm listening, go ahead!" His tone was light, with a helpless smile on his lips.

"The sweetheart that the Number One Scholar has been looking for is actually your sister, and he is the 'heartless man' who made your sister sad. There is a misunderstanding between the two of them, and I am here to help resolve it today!"

"How did you know?" Murong Qian looked surprised, his eyes as bright as stars stared at Mu Xue.

"You don't even know who I am? Haha"

Murong Qian rolled his eyes at her. This woman is really narcissistic!

"What kind of expression is that!" Mu Xue pouted at him, "Didn't I ask you to draw a painting of your sister a few days ago? I gave it to Li Chenfeng! Of course he told me the story between them.

La!"

"You know him very well?" Jealousy filled her heart.

"That's right!" Mu Xue replied casually, not seeing Murong Qian's eyes full of jealousy and sadness at all.

Do I know her very well? Why doesn’t she care about his affairs?!

The two of them were speechless, and after a while, they both took off their clothes and went to sleep!

Murong Qian was awakened from his sleep by Mu Xue's scream. He frowned and walked gently to the bed.

At this time, Muxue's face was covered with sweat, and she kept waving her hands, shouting "No, no!"

Looks like it’s a nightmare!

Murong Qian sat beside the bed, gently held Mu Xue's little hand, and woke her up.

Mu Xue opened her hazy sleepy eyes and when she saw Murong Qian, she rushed towards him, buried her head in his arms and started crying.

When he thought of the scene in the dream, where Murong Qian was covered in blood and shot with several arrows, Mu Xue's heart couldn't help but twitch, and tears flowed down uncontrollably, dampening his clothes.

Murong Qian patted her back gently and said softly, "It's okay, it's just a dream!"

Muxue's soft body was close to his chest, which made him feel a little distraught. He gently helped Muxue lie down, "Come on, go to sleep. You'll be fine when you wake up!"

He stood up and wanted to run away, but he didn't want to be grabbed by Muxue by the corner of his clothes. He was stunned and then stopped.

"Sleep with me, okay? I'm scared!" There were still crystal tears hanging on her little face, and her big watery eyes were full of longing.

"Okay!" Murong Qian's heart softened as she shed tears. Without saying a word, he took off his shoes and went to bed, lying next to Mu Xue.

Muxue still held on to the corner of his clothes and leaned into his arms.

The black hair caressed his handsome face, and the unique body fragrance entered his nose. He smiled helplessly! Jiang Yuyan, you are torturing me!