Before we knew it, it was ten days late at night, and the setting sun gradually dyed the clouds in the sky red, and the light projected on the bamboo forest also seemed very quiet and elegant. When the two Emei disciples brought the bedding, they found that their third senior sister Murong Yan and Mr. Zhang were sitting side by side in front of the steps of the bamboo house, while Mr. Zhang was telling a story alone.

Murong Yan looked at Mr. Zhang with a relish and envious look, looking blankly at Mr. Zhang, looking obsessed with it. When Murong Yan found them coming, she waved her hand to signal. The two Emei disciples understood and went into the house to put down the bedding.

When one of them was about to carry out the escort mission, the other one smiled mysteriously and pulled the disciple who could not see the situation away from here, and whispered: "Let's stay away and come here later!"

Then, just like the time before, it seemed that they had never been there and had not disturbed anyone, and they seemed very careful and silent.

"... In the end, the prince and our Snow White lived happily in the castle. Snow White's kindness and beauty are not only reflected in the appearance, but also the people of the kingdom are taken care of by this queen in the future. Soon after, the prince and Snow White had a cute little prince, and they lived happily in the elf kingdom. The seven dwarves also accompanied the prince and prince, as well as the little prince."

Zhang Yang didn't expect that he had finished speaking the fairy tale of "Snow White". You should know that for these fairy tales of Andersen, he only knew so clearly because he had been taking care of her children for a few days for his sister. During that period, he was reading fairy tales every night.

After saying that, Zhang Yang stretched his body, stretched his waist and seemed very comfortable. He turned to look at the person beside him. His face was obsessed with a dazed and cute look, and couldn't help but look at Murong Yan and joked, "What's wrong? Have I conquered you with my handsome face, making you unable to leave your sight."

Regarding Zhang Yang's narcissism and stinky beauty, this is a label that Murong Yan has known for less than a day.

At this time, Murong Yan did not refute or quarrel with Zhang Yang, but held his knees with both hands and looked at his toes, and said sadly: "You are just stories, stories made up like stories that are said by the storytellers. You are just novel, I have never heard of them! How could there be such a prince who only marrys one of his own princess in his life! Don't talk about princes, as long as an ordinary man has some savings at home, who is not a three-wife and four concubine, and is hugged by his left and right?"

"You seem to care about this very much, why?" Zhang Yang was a little surprised. Murong Yan's focus and entry angle were different from what he thought and felt a little out of the blue, so Zhang Yang was also a little curious: "It shouldn't be about the prince and the princess. After going through hardships, the love between the two was tested. Are they happily together?"

Murong Yan turned her head and looked at Zhang Yang with her watery eyes. Because of the sunset, the light of the red sunset rays on her body, as if it was covered with a beautiful veil. The beautiful and pretty she looked even more transcendent, and she felt a little beautiful and incomparable.

Maybe she couldn't stand the expression in Murong Yan's eyes at this time and her seductive expression that touched the man's heart. Zhang Yang turned her head shyly. At this time, Murong Yan saw Zhang Yang like this, and said nothing, but just a charming smile, her eyes seemed to be glowing and moving. She also asked Zhang Yang: "Do you think you believe in such a love story? You answer this first, and I'm telling you why you are paying attention to the aspect you were curious about. How about it, it's fair!"

"...How do you say it? I probably haven't encountered it before! I don't believe it. This is not a story, but more specifically, a "fairy tale", which means stories specifically for children and things about children, how can they take them seriously!"

"Fairy Tale?~Fairy Tale. Yes!... You are right, how can you take the matter of children seriously?" At this time, Murong Yan sat up straight, then supported her chin with one hand, looked at the sunset in the distance in the sky, and said with a casual smile: "I am the second lady of the Murong family, born into a concubine, or a daughter, so I have suffered a lot of cold eyes and discrimination in the Murong family, and it is not only my father, Murong Nantian, don't like me.

Moreover, my mother felt that I had lowered her identity, so she loved my younger brother very much. And my father, he had six wives and concubines, and only three were pregnant and had children. I had a half-brother, a younger brother, two half-brothers, and I was the only one of them.

But I heard about something. Last time my elder brother wrote to me, Mrs. Liu, my Liu Niang seemed to have given birth to a daughter. I originally thought she would have had the same experience as me. The difference is that Liu Niang is a beautiful and virtuous wife, or a good mother."

Speaking of this, Murong Yan had tears in her eyes, and she couldn't express any grievances, but she gritted her teeth and did not cry, but looked at Zhang Yang Zhanyan beside her and smiled. The smile was a little bitter and more sad. She said: "I used to have evil thoughts. This little sister would have the same experience as me. I feel happy and even excited about it. Do you think I am worse than you? I am a real bad person!"

"…..." Zhang Yang didn't know what to say, but when he stretched out his left hand to comfort Murong Yan's cheek, he froze in the air and still took it back - men and women don't kiss him! Zhang Yang didn't want to cause anything else, and when Murong Yan fell into the past, he was sad and fragile.

At this time, Murong Yan's image in Zhang Yang's mind became vivid again and became more abundant. No matter what, she was just a girl who was nearly 19 years old and was in her jasper!

When Zhang Yang took back his left hand that wanted to caress Murong Yan, Murong Yan looked very clean and neatly, and suddenly opened Zhang Yang's left hand on her shoulders. She leaned into Zhang Yang's arms, pillowed on Zhang Yang's chest, staring at the distant sky without saying a word, and stared at the sunset in the distance, while Zhang Yang just sighed slightly, then hugged Murong Yan tightly, and also looked at the horizon in the distance, and a subtle voice whispered: "The setting sun sets, the sunset disappears, tomorrow is a new day! There is an idiom called "live in the morning and die in the evening". Every day is like this, then you will feel much better."
Chapter completed!