The Evil Prince and his Precious Wife: The Sly Lady Chapter 181

Murong Xue went into the carriage and slowly sat down by the window . Ouyang Shaochen followed her in and sat down opposite her gracefully .

Yuan Fangfei's rough voice came from the outside, "It's getting late . Murong Ji, we've got to go now . Hurry up!"

"Mother, I'm leaving . " Murong Ji secretly cast a stern glance at Yuan Fangfei and bade farewell to Mrs . Zhou with reluctance . Then he walked up to the carriage, stepped on the footstool and slowly climbed up to the carriage .

Yuan Fangfei was fed up with waiting for him . She grabbed him by the collar and threw him into the carriage with a bang . "Can't you move faster? You are as slow as a tortoise . "

Murong Ji was caught off guard . In the next second, he was thrown to the floor and every bone in his body seemed to ache . His eyes reddened within a second . From small to large, his parents loved and spoiled him, and were never hard on him . Yuan Fangfei was not his wife yet . How dared she bully him?

Yuan Fangfei said sulkily, "Don't block the way . Just move down inside and make room for me . " With that she reached out and gave Murong Ji a push .

Murong Ji, who was thin and weak, lost his balance and fell forward . With a bang, his head hit the wall of the carriage . He saw stars and felt dizzy, as his ears began humming . Seized with uncontrollable rage, he raised his hand and wanted to give her a hard slap . "Yuan Fangfei, I'm going to kill you!"

This vicious woman had been tormenting him since last night . She scolded him for trifles and hit him from time to time . Now he was covered with bruises . 'I've had enough of her insolence . She is a totally tomboy . I can't bear it anymore . I'm going to teach her a lesson so as to restore my dignity,' he thought .

The wind from his motion whipped her hair around her head . Yuan Fangfei gave a snort of derision and swiftly gripped his wrist . Then she began to swing her arms with all her might . Her rough voice resounded to the skies, "Murong Ji, how dare you hit me back! Do you want to die?"

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Although they were in different carriages, Murong Xue could hear the sound of Murong Ji crashing against the floor and walls of the carriage . Even the sturdy carriage in which they two were staying, was shaken slightly by the crash .

Murong Xue's eyelids twitched and she asked in astonishment, "Is Yuan Fangfei swinging Murong Ji fiercely as if he is a sandbag? She seems to want to kill Murong Ji . Can he survive?"

"Yuan Fangfei grew up in the military camps . She knows how far to go and when to stop . Murong Ji won't die in her hands . But he's bound to get hurt," said Ouyang Shaochen carelessly . He picked up a book on the red sandalwood table and read it carefully .

"You are right . " Murong Xue nodded . Yuan Fangfei wouldn't kill Murong Ji because he was her fiancé . But he would suffer a lot . "With such a bossy wife, Murong Ji will be bullied and have a hard time in the future," she said .

As Yuan Fangfei's parents-in-law, Murong Jian and Mrs . Zhou would also have a hard time in the future . Yuan Fangfei was a woman of strong personality and had the powerful Yuan family behind her, so Murong Jian and Mr . Zhou didn't dare to tyrannize her .

As a ray of light passed before her eyes, Murong Xue immediately came back to herself and looked up to see Ouyang Shaochen depositing a bronze mirror in front of her . "Now comb your hair and twist it into a chignon," he said .

Murong Xue nodded, "Okay!" Everyone who went to the Mountain Resort with the Emperor, should be well dressed with his or her hair perfectly coiffed . However, she had her hair hanging loose over her shoulders now . It was really indecent . Murong Xue began to rack her brains to remember how to wear her hair in a chignon . . .

She smoothed her hair with a wooden comb, then held a wisp of hair in each hand and tried to coil it into a chignon, but she failed . . .

Ouyang Shaochen heaved a long, helpless sigh, put down the book and took the wooden comb from her . "You have no idea of how to coil your hair, right?"

Murong Xue coloured slightly with embarrassment and explained, "Hongxiu and Anxiang are in charge of my chignon . I have never done my hair by myself . . . "

'Just as I thought, you know nothing about how to do with your hair,' he thought .

Ouyang Shaochen gave her a contemptuous look and smoothed her hair with the wooden comb once more . Then he combed her hair back and twisted it into a beautiful, exquisite chignon . It was the most popular chignon among young women recently . Murong Xue looked at her chignon in the mirror and drew a conclusion that Ouyang Shaochen did a better job than Hongxiu and Anxiang .

She narrowed her eyes, looked straight at Ouyang Shaochen and asked in a meaningful tone, "How did you learn to coil a woman's hair up into a chignon?"

The chignon he did was very exquisite . Thus it could be seen that he was very skillful at it . Maybe he practiced a lot . But it was the first time he had helped her do a chignon . . .

"My father often helps my mother do a chignon . I have seen so many times that gradually I learn it," Ouyang Shaochen said casually .

"Really?" Murong Xue raised her eyebrows and looked at him with unbelieving eyes .

"Wise men learn things very fast . But some stupid people can't learn anything even if they have watched it hundreds of times," Ouyang Shaochen said . Then he cast a disdainful look at her .

"You . . . " Murong Xue choked with anger at his words . They were talking about the chignon just now . Why did he suddenly turn to the subject of the difference between wise people and stupid people?

Ouyang Shaochen took a glance at her, picked up a pink-lotus gold hairpin and pinned it in her hair .

Murong Xue suddenly remembered that she had left the Falling Snow Pavilion in such a hurry that she had only taken a normal hairpin with her . So, where did he get this pink-lotus gold hairpin?

She felt puzzled . Just then, Ouyang Shaochen took out a pair of South-pearl earrings and carefully put them in her ears .

Murong Xue frowned and glared at Ouyang Shaochen with displeasure . "Why do you have women's ornaments in your carriage?" It seemed that he had bought a set of ornaments, including a hairpin and a pair of earrings .

Ouyang Shaochen gently closed the exquisite sandalwood jewelry box and answered, "I had some jewelers make these ornaments for you, and wanted to give them to you on your birthday . But I didn't expect you to forget to take your jewelry today . So I give you these ornaments in advance . Do you like them?"

Murong Xue looked at herself in the bronze mirror . She had a really beautiful face . The pink-lotus gold hairpin was gently shaking in her raven hair like a flying butterfly . The South-pearl earrings were sparkling in sunlight . The ornaments she wore flattered her snowy skin and delicate face . Obviously, they were tailor-made for her .

Murong Xue liked the exquisite chignon and beautiful ornaments . But her birthday this year had passed . Did Ouyang Shaochen prepare these ornaments for her next birthday? It was too early . . .

The carriage slowly stopped . Xun Feng's voice came from the outside, "My prince, we are out of the city . "

"Mm . . . " Ouyang Shaochen responded . The hour of departure was almost approaching .

The Emperor summoned so many officials and their family members to go to Mountain Resort with him . There must be a lot of people outside now .

Murong Xue blinked, opened the curtain and looked out of the window . There were endless deluxe horse-drawn carriages parking on the government-financed road in neat rows . On both side of each carriage stood several fine horses .

Murong Xue's gaze swept across guards, civil officials, military officials and their family members . Finally, she let her eyes settle upon a deluxe horse-drawn carriage with Prince Jing Mansion's markings . She frowned and thought, 'It's the carriage of Prince Jing Mansion . In the carriage should be Old Prince Jing and his wife, Old Princess Jing . . . '

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