Xiao Fan listened to the conversation between the two young men on the street, and felt an unknown resentment in his heart.

Judging from Murong Bingyao's personality, as long as she doesn't want to, no one will force her to do it. Even Murong De probably won't force it too much.

But now she is going to marry Yulinchong, which is unexpected but reasonable.

It seems that Murong Bingyao really came with Yulin. Xiao Fan shook his head and smiled bitterly. It doesn’t matter. It’s because she regretted it. Then the original promise is not considered breaking her promise.”

Also, Murong De's actions made Xiao Fan angry, but after thinking about it carefully, Xiao Fan felt that there might be misunderstandings in this, so Xiao Fan planned to go to the palace to ask clearly.

After sorting out his thoughts, Xiao Fan took out the token given to him by Murong De and walked towards the palace gate.

...

Murong Bingyao stayed in the room until noon, when Yulin rushed over excitedly and asked her to go to the gymnasium to play tennis.

At this moment, Murong Bingyao played the piano and played an inexplicable sad song.

When Yulin heard the song that was constantly stimulating like a demon in his heart, he frowned, but disappeared in a flash.

I wish to drink the sparse branches and the fragrance of snow, the jade stamens are fragrant. The crane dances in the blue sky and the wind sends the moon, and the bamboo pulls out the ancient and modern festivals. The osmanthus boat carries wine and walks together, playing the piano to make the heart sound. The sorrow has passed away, the soul and dreams are locked, year after year, year after year, sleeping for thousands of years will never regret it, hoping to continue the fate of the next life.

Suddenly, the style of the music suddenly changed and changed endlessly, as if they were going to pursue the ultimate mystery of love, but they were blurred.

What is love in the world? It is what makes people agree with each other?

The whole world flies together, and the old wings go on a few times in the cold and heat.

Joy, parting bitterness,

If you have even more foolish children, you should speak.

There are thousands of miles of clouds and thousands of mountains and evening snow, who will the shadow go to?

The road across Fen is lonely, the flute and drums were in the past, and the smoke was still flat.

Why do you feel sorry for the soul-suming Chu? The mountain ghosts cry in the dark wind and rain.

The heaven and earth are jealous, and do not believe in it,

The orioles and swallows are all yellow earth, and they will last forever.

In order to stay for the poet, he sang and drank wildly and visited the Yanqiu.

Yulin Chong stood quietly, waiting for what he liked, and finished playing the last song. But he felt a little jealous.

Yes, he didn't dare, he would be jealous of a dead person.

In her eyes, even a dead person is worse than a dead person.

Inexplicably, a feeling of sadness and powerlessness arose in Yulinchong's heart, which then turned into a burst of anger in his heart.

"Sister Bingyao, let's go, I have already arranged the venue. Play tennis for a while and pulling down my muscles and bones will be good for my health."

"Well——" Murong Bingyao just nodded slightly, stood up from the chair, walking gracefully, neither too fast nor too slow. Her snow-white barefoot seemed to have a certain rhythm, indescribable beauty, and indescribable magic, as if every step was stepping on Yulin Chong's heartstrings.

An ice silk bag was hanging from her purple belt. Yulin looked around and seemed to be like a red agate inside, swaying gently, hitting the erect and plump ***. After looking at it, his mouth was dry and he didn't dare to look at it anymore.

Murong Bingyao's hair was as purple as ink, her skin was as white as snow, she was wearing a black silk robe, her collar was obliquely facing the concave and convex areas, her top was tall and straight, a jade ring was buttoned, cut out under her waist, and her white and slender top was swinging. Her eyebrows were picturesque, her eyes were like water, and her smile looked charming and charming.

"I'll go change my clothes, you wait."

After saying that, she walked into the bedroom and locked the door.

Yulin Chong waited in the living room and boudoir for a while, and soon Murong Bingyao opened the door and walked out.

The white tennis cap smoothed her purple hair behind her head, and her temples and a few strands of black hair in front were closed between the hooks of her ears. With that stunning face, she looked amazingly beautiful.

Murong Bingyao's flawless skin showed a faint redness, her thin lips were as delicate as rose petals, and her slender ** was bouncing under a tennis skirt, and she didn't have the sick look she had before.

The huge black sunglasses on the delicate Yao's nose made Yu Lin Chong only see the perfect curve at the corner of her mouth, which exuded a sense of omniscience and invincibility. The black casual clothes made her look mysterious and pure. It gave people the feeling that it was cool except for being very cool, and there was no other word to describe it.

"Okay, let's go"

Murong Bingyao said coldly, and took the lead in stepping out of the room and heading towards the stadium.

Yulin Chong stood behind him, winked at Lan'er, who was standing quietly behind Murong Bingyao, and sent a message to go to the Bingjiao to get some juice and send it to me later."

Lan'er nodded, Yulin passed by her, and his big hand slapped Lan'er's perky *** as a comfort and reward.

For today, Yulin Chong specially cleared the stadium and carefully arranged it, which made him try his best to please the fiancée.

However, seeing Murong Bingyao's beautiful and slim back, he understood that all his efforts were worth it.

"hurry up--"

At this time, Murong Bingyao happened to turn around and see Yulin Chong's eyes staring at her back, and she felt a little angry.

Originally, he went to exercise with him to comply with his father and to exercise at the same time so that his body would not feel numb and limp.

Otherwise, with his personality, Murong Bingyao would never agree to Yulin Chong to the gymnasium to play tennis.

Seeing this, Yulin Chong hurriedly walked forward a few steps and walked side by side with Murong Bingyao.

The gymnasium is located on the left side of the main entrance of Qitian Palace, less than 500 meters away. It is usually open to the public, but after entering, it requires extra money to occupy the venue and borrow facilities.

…………

Xiao Fan walked to the palace gate, took out the token and handed it to the seemingly leading Gong Shou officer.

The palace guard looked at the token, looked at Xiao Fan a few more times, and frowned.

He also wondered that there should be no problem if he could take out the token for him to show him. He could let him in with confidence, but the problem was that he had never seen the token before.

Not to mention seeing it, I have never heard of it.

", Is there a problem?"

"I have never seen your token before, and it is not within the range of the passable token. I am sorry that I can't let you in." Gong Shouguan was quite polite and apologized to return the token to Xiao Fan.

"Impossible?" This time it was Xiao Fan's turn to wonder. He wanted to go in and ask Murong De to give an explanation. Could it be that he could not even go in and was rejected outside the door?

Did Murong De give this token to be disgusting? Xiao Fan thought of an answer that was very different from the answer.

"Okay, please trouble you," Xiao Fan shook his head and put away the token. He was about to climb over the wall late at night when a voice came.

"Things are so noisy?"

Suddenly, a cold shout came from not far from the palace gate.

Xiao Fan looked at him carefully, but his eyes were fixed there.
Chapter completed!