The Evil Prince and his Precious Wife: The Sly Lady

Ouyang Shaochen clutched her wrist tightly. Ruyu's hand contained infinite power, but it was so lightly grasped. Murongxue's arm could not move at all, and he stretched out his legs to kick him.

Ouyang Shaochen avoided her attack and looked at her misty eyes, and her face was red and rosy because of poor breathing, a clear smile appeared on her eyes.

A touch of black bamboo incense surrounded Murong Xue, and her beautiful little face was stained with a rose.

'Tick' A warm tear fell on Ouyang Shaochen's cheek. He was startled, leaving Murong Xue a little bit reluctantly, looking at her beautiful eyes with tears in his eyes, and a slight stunned flash came across his eyes: "What's wrong with you?"

Murongxue's eyes were cold, and he suddenly pushed him aside, turned over and sat up, and beat him hard: "My parents died, Ye Yichen bullied me, Du's mother and son bullied me, now, even you bully me ... wooh Woo ... "

There were dull pains in his arms and chest. Ouyang Shaochen didn't fight back or stop. He took Murong Xue's waist and explained gently: "Sorry! I didn't mean it!"

He just wanted to let her know that he liked her, but she still couldn't understand what he meant. It was really stupid and hopeless ...

"I'm going home ... I'm going home ..." Murong Xue's crying pear blossoms brought rain, and the strength of her open claws increased the flapping power, and the loose skirt immediately ripped apart, revealing her crimson apron and fat-like fat. skin.

Ouyang Shaochen's eyes flickered unnaturally, carefully pulling her skirt.

"Okay, I'll take you home, don't cry!" He whispered softly, he took her in his arms, took out a silk scarf, gently wiped the tears on her cheeks, and there was a trace of helplessness in the eyes She still cries as much as she did when she was a child. When she grows up, her personality hasn't changed much.

The carriage stopped slowly, and the unreserved and respectful report came from outside the car: "Shizi, here!"

Ouyang Shaochen gave a faint whisper, took Murong Xue's shoulder off the carriage, and slowly walked towards the door of the mansion close by.

Murongxue stumbled along with Ouyang Shaochen. When she saw the plaque above the gate in her dim sight, she suddenly paused: "This is not my home, we are in the wrong place!"

Ouyang Shaochen glanced at the plaque and took Murong Xue forward: "It's all four characters, it's similar to your home."

Wuhen's corner of the mouth was drawn. The Zhenguo Palace and Xiaoyao Palace are all four words, but the meaning is completely different, and they represent two different residences!

"This is really not my home." Murong Xue frowned tightly, and refused to let go of the door frame: her home was Hou Fu, but the plaque said Wang Fu.

"It will be soon!" Shaochen Ouyang swindled her fingers.

Her parents died prematurely, and her only elder brother also entered the military camp. There is nothing better to return to Zhenguohou. Moreover, she is now looking back like this, and even if she is calculated, there is no resistance. It is better to have a good rest here!

Murongxue was groggy, and his body was so weak that he could only let Ouyang Shaochen break her finger and take her into the palace. She was confused and confused, seeing things indistinctly, and staggering in her footsteps. , Disgruntled muttering: "This is not my home, I don't want to go in ..."

A sandal-covered man approached head-on, hearing Murongxue's words, his eyes gleamed, and looked at Ouyang Shaochen playfully: "Ouyang Shizi, what are you doing? Robbing the women?"

Murongxue was drowsy, and his sleep became more and more intense. He didn't even want to argue with Ouyang Shaochen. He snuggled in his arms and closed his eyes. The consciousness soon dissipated!

Even breathing came from his arms. Ouyang Shaochen paused and hugged Murong Xue sideways, glancing at the man in disdain: "I still need to rob women?"

The Tanyi man coughed a few times unnaturally, Ouyang Shaochen was noble and handsome, and there were countless young women rushing. He really didn't need to rob, but the woman in his arms didn't seem to have a cold for him.

"Which little girl is this?" The Tanyi man looked at Murong Xue with great interest, but saw that her small face was completely buried in Ouyang Shaochen's arms, and he could not see her appearance.

"Murong's family." Ouyang Shaochen replied casually, holding Murongxue, striding forward in the pace of wind.

"Murong Family? Which Murong Family?" The Tanyi man did not respond for a while.

"How many Murong families are there in Beijing?" Shaochen Ouyang replied without looking back. Qingyue's voice showed a little contempt.

The man in Tan Yi stunned: "She is ... Murongxue in Zhenguohou Mansion."

Ouyang Shaochen gave a faint whisper, and his steps were like the wind, and he continued on.

The man in Tan Yi showed Murongxue's proud face in the Colosseum, and looked at Ouyang Shaochen with interest: "Are you serious about her ...?"

Ouyang Shaochen glanced at the man: "This world is like a shameless villain who is hypocritical?"

The man in Tanyi unnaturally laughed twice: "She is Ye Yichen's fiancee, and she is so stiff with Ye Yichen. Other men approaching her, it is easy to make people think of the word" bad heart "..."

"Bang!" The door of the wide open bedroom suddenly closed, closing the Tanyi man outside!

The man was caught off guard, his nose was hurt by the door, two strands of blood ran out of his nostrils, he hurriedly wiped Sipa, staring at the closed bedroom door with hate: he was just telling the truth, Ouyang Shao Why is Chen so angry with him?

"Ouyang Shaochen, I have something important to tell you, you will come out!" The man patted the door heavily, and he urged angrily: Just now he only ridiculed Ouyang Shaochen and forgot important things.

"What's the matter tomorrow? This world is about to rest." Shaochen Ouyang's cold answer came from inside the room.

Tan Yi man disagreed: "It's Murong Xue who is drunk, not you, what do you rest ..."

Speaking of which, a sudden flash of light flashed through the man's head, and he suddenly realized: "Ouyang Shaochen, you don't want to ... cooked rice to cook mature rice."