The Evil Prince and his Precious Wife: The Sly Lady

"Do you want Yinzi to go to the Colosseum to fight the dog?" Murong Xue glanced at him with a faint voice.

"Yeah!" Murong Ye nodded and admitted without hesitation: he had no money in his hands in recent days and was bored at home every day. He was almost sick.

Murongxue's eyes narrowed and said: "It's not impossible that you want silver, but there is no free lunch in the world. These silvers can't be given to you. Let's do an equivalent exchange!"

The guy who doesn't want to be enterprising knows that fighting dogs, she will not be so happy even if she has more money.

"What equivalent exchange?" Murong Ye asked with a smile: As long as the conditions are not too harsh, he can agree.

Murongxue grabbed a book on the stone table and threw it at him: "If you memorize all the contents of this book, I will give you ten thousand two." Come to solve the boredom, just turned two pages, now Murong Ye is cheap.

Murongye took the book and looked down. He saw the big "The Analects of Confucius" written on the cover and opened the cover. The full page covered it, almost, he also saw his head as big as a fight, full of confidence Jun Yan's face suddenly felt bitter: "Sister, the words above look to me like a neatly arranged fly, they don't know me, I don't know them either, don't you embarrass me, can't you? "

Murong Xue's bright face suddenly gloomy, likening the word to a fly, how much does Murong Ye hate reading?

"Then you go to Hui Bo and let him teach you ten tricks. When you have learned all these ten tricks, you can come to me and get ten thousand or two silvers."

Murongye doesn't like to study texts, and it's useless to force her. Then let him practice martial arts. Hui Bo's martial arts are not bad. Professor Murongye's present is not a problem at all.

Murongye heard her words, frowning more tightly, and said bitterly: "Professor Hui Bo's martial arts will only make people squat, squat, and then squat. I have studied martial arts with him for ten years. He only taught me a set of forty-nine martial arts skills. If I learn ten new tricks from him, it will take at least two years. I will be suffocated ... "

Murongxue's beautiful little face will be dripping out of ink in a moment of blackness. Squatting horse step is the foundation of martial arts. Hui Bo let him squat more horses, but also want him to lay the foundation of martial arts. What a stupid thing!

Huibo spent ten years teaching him 49 ways to martial arts. It wasn't that Huibo didn't want to teach martial arts, but that Murong Ye was lazy and had a weak foundation. Huibo feared that if he taught too much, it would hurt him ...

Xuewen has a headache, and learning martial arts is not as easy as fighting a dog. This lazy guy really enjoys life, how to live leisurely.

However, her silver was exchanged for headaches and tiring, and don't think about being leisurely.

Murong Xue looked up to Murong Ye, preparing to educate a few words, a sharp pain suddenly appeared in her chest, her bright face was instantly pale and bloodless, and the big beads of sweat oozed from her forehead ...

"Sister, what's wrong with you?" Murong Ye saw that she was not right. She stepped forward and supported her arm. Her fingertips touched her naked wrist. There was no trace of temperature in the cold, and his face changed greatly: "You Yes ... The cold poison is on, red sleeves, dark fragrance, go get the medicine! "

"Yes, yes!" Red Sleeve, Anxiang has been used to this kind of scene for a long time, and promised again and again, hurriedly ran to the room, and the delicate face was not flustered.

Murongye pulled out the silk band between Murongxue's wrists and gently wiped the virtual sweat on her forehead, comforting the soft breeze: "Sister, don't be afraid, it will be fine after taking the medicine!"

Murongxue nodded hard. In the memory of the original owner, she experienced numerous cold poisonous attacks, and each time she died of pain, but as long as she took the medicine, the pain would soon disappear ...

"what……"

"what……"

Two screams rang out one after another. Murong Ye looked around and saw a black man in a black suit and a black scarf rushing out of Murong Xue's room, holding a tight one in his arms. Sandalwood box.

Dark incense poured at the door, the delicate face pale as paper, and exhausted all efforts to shout: "Master Young ... He took away the medicine of the Miss ......"

Murongye's jade-like eyes narrowed fiercely, his toes a little, his thin figure instantly came behind the man in black, and waved at him: "Put the medicine down!"

The man in black was unheard of, he sideways avoided Murong Ye's attack, and he ping pong.

In an instant, I saw two figures of one black and one blue, suddenly up and down, left and right tightly entangled together, and the leaves blown by the strong wind.

The man in black is an adult man. The martial arts are very good. He is quick, fierce, accurate, and fierce. He is merciless. He is obviously a battle-hardened man.

However, Murong Ye was still young, martial arts moves were simple and simple, obviously less practice, less enemies, lack of flexible use and flexibility, and gradually fell off, the moves were also a bit messy, and the strength of his effort was also less than half .

The hurried footsteps sounded. It was the Houfu guards who hurried over. The man in black was unwilling to fight. He waved his hand to Murongye ’s chest, preparing to seriously hurt him and taking the opportunity to escape.

Murongxue's eyes were cold, and he endured the tremendous pain. He pulled out a soft sword around his waist and jumped to the man in black. After opening his palm, he waved his sword again and again, and Hanmang flashed his left shoulder into a few blood holes. !

"Quickly, the assassin is there, don't let him run!" The Houfu guards ran into the courtyard and surrounded the small courtyard. Murong Xue and Murong Ye blocked the men in black one after the other. , He was injured again, so he could not escape.

The man in black looked cold, waved his palm to the sandalwood box in his arms, and only listened to the sound of a pop. The exquisite box instantly became fly ash, and the porcelain bottle and the medicine in the bottle were also powdered. Foam, fluttering down to the ground, blending with the yellow-brown mud ...

"Fire lotus seed, sister's fire lotus seed ..." Murong Ye picked up a handful of powder foam, but it was much mud, wood foam, porcelain foam, medicine foam was almost invisible, his ink-colored eyes instantly became Crimson, he kicked a few feet of the man in black fiercely, and his fist-like fists hit him mercilessly: "You pay us fire lotus seeds ... my sister wants it to save lives ..."

The man in black lowered his head, his expression awe-inspiring, and said nothing.

Murongxue had a sharp pain all over his body, and his throat was dry for a while. He couldn't help coughing and said weakly: "Brother, don't fight, he is a dead man, he won't say anything!"

"Dead one?" Murongye acted, his dark eyes narrowed sharply, grabbing the collar of the black man, and said fiercely: "Ye Yichen let you steal the fire lotus seeds, right? Don't you I do n’t admit that no one knows that my sister is cold and needs fire lotus seeds to save her life except for Jingwang Mansion and Zhenguohou Mansion! "