The Evil Prince and his Precious Wife: The Sly Lady

"But I really don't want to move anymore ..." Murong Xue whispered, frowning tightly.

Suddenly his body lightened, and Ouyang Shaochen embraced her sideways, striding forward.

Murong Xue opened his eyes and looked at him puzzledly: "What are you doing?"

"Bath for you, change your clothes, and then take you to the feast." Shaochen Ouyang said lightly, holding her to the screen.

Behind the screen is a large bath, with a layer of bright petals floating on it, and a faint floral fragrance haunts the body with the warm air floating up and down, intoxicating.

Ouyang Shaochen took Murong Xue lightly, and Ruyu reached out to her, unbuttoning the first button of her long dress ...

A trace of coolness penetrated into the skin, Murongxue's body shivered, and he had no sleepiness. He quickly grabbed Ouyang Shaochen's hand: "Wait, wait ..."

"Rushing all the way, you are covered with a lot of dust, you have to bathe before you can attend the banquet, the banquet is about to start, you can't wait any longer ..." Ouyang Shaochen said lightly, raising her hand to unlock her buttons.

"I come by myself, come by myself ..." Murong Xue grabbed the hand he stretched out, and there was anger in his beautiful eyes: he was a man, she was a woman, how could he help her casually? Undress your clothes, bathe and change clothes ...

"Aren't you tired? I'll do the same for you." Ouyang Shaochen's palm cleverly broke away from her shackles, and with a finger, she unfastened the second button of her long skirt.

"I'm not tired now, I'm not tired ..." Murong Xue said anxiously, grabbed his hand, and his dark eyes were burning with anger.

Ouyang Shaochen's eyes flashed an imperceptible smile and looked at her condescendingly: "Is it really tired?"

"Really, really, of course it is true." Murong Xue nodded in a hurry: "I can bathe myself, you can wait outside for me ..."

Looking at her expectant eyes, Ouyang Shaochen's mouth curled up with a beautiful arc: "Well, then, I'm out, you take a shower as soon as possible!"

"I know, I know!" Murong Xue nodded again and again, pushing Ouyang Shaochen out of the screen, looking at the bathroom where she was alone, a long sigh of relief: It was really not easy to finally drive him away.

The hourglass on the arched table slowly dripped down with fine sand. Murongxue walked slowly to the bath, took off his shirt, walked into the bath, and gently took a bath with water.

In my heart: not only to attend a banquet, but also to bathe and change clothes, to travel with the emperor, it is more distance!

She bathes every day in Zhenguo's Mansion, her body is very clean, there is no need to apply any incense to decontaminate, as long as a simple cleaning and washing, wash away all the contaminated dust ...

"I forgot to tell you that you have two quarters of the clock, don't be too anxious." Qing Yue's voice sounded, it was Ouyang Shaochen who came in and stood in front of the screen, looking at her faintly, her obsidian-like pupil clear and clear, There is no slight difference.

Murongxue was burning with rage, grabbing the white cotton pad beside the bath, and slashed at him fiercely: "Got it, go out!"

"Okay!" Ouyang Shaochen nodded, slowly turned around and walked away, like a jade finger gently flicking, the cotton bud near the moment changed direction, like an arrow from the string, and flew back, 'Poof With a bang, it hit Murong Xue's head.

Murongxue's beautiful eyes lit up with raging anger, and angrily shouted through the clouds, resounding through the clouds: "Ouyang Shaochen!"

Xu Yu, Murong Xue finished bathing, put on a clean dress, quickly walked out of the screen, and saw Ouyang Shaochen at a glance. He wore a snow-colored robe and sat elegantly at a round table in rosewood with a cup Light tea, light peck.

The breeze blew, and the faint ink bamboo scent mixed with the seemingly absent of hot water lingering on the tip of the nose, fresh and fresh, spontaneous, deeply infatuated.

Murong Xue raised her eyebrows gently. Ouyang Shaochen had finished bathing and changed clothes. The movement was really quick ...

Looking at the refreshed Murongxue, Ouyang Shaochen's mouth curled up with an imperceptible smile, put down the teacup, and stood up: "It's not too early, let's go to the banquet."

"Good!" Murongxue responded angrily, turned around, and strode out ...

The summer is hot, the banquet is not set indoors, but on the square of the summer resort!

The huge square was cleaned early in the morning, and a high platform of varying heights was also built. On the highest platform, there were two golden chairs with a grand atmosphere. It was for the emperor and the queen.

The slightly taller platforms on both sides are where the concubines, princes, princes, and princes sit in the palace.

The mahogany seats are prosperous and engraving, and a long table is placed in front of the seats. There are various fresh fruits and snacks on it. .

Several small inner attendants stood in the square, diligently guiding everyone into the seat.

Murongxue entered the square with the crowd and was preparing to find the location of the Zhenguo Palace. A rough loud voice rang out: "Murongxue, here, here ..."

Murong Xue looked around and saw that Yuan Fangfei was sitting in the position of Zhen Guohou Mansion, waving at her with a smile.

That spring breeze, proud look, she could not help but bend the corners of her mouth: even if the ceremony was fixed, she regarded herself as the daughter-in-law of Zhenguo's Mansion, really can't wait to get married ...

Murongxue stepped forward slowly and sat next to Yuan Fangfei, looking at her faintly: "Why are you the only one? Murong Ji?"

"It's over there." Yuan Fangfei said casually, pointing his finger behind him.

Murongxue looked with her, and saw a thin man standing in the corner, looking at the bronze mirror and applying medicine to his face, with blue and purple scars all over his face. Highly swollen, if Yuan Fangfei did not tell her that it was Murong Ji, she would never recognize who he was ...

Yuan Fangfei was beaten in the carriage and turned Murong Ji into this ghost look. It was really tough ...

"Look, look, Mu Shizi is here ..." A surprised female voice came into his ears. Murong Xue turned his head and saw that Muriu Feng had come over in a stride. He wore a blue robe and embroidered The collar of the delicate dark flower is slightly open, revealing a small piece of strong chest, the face of the devil is bathed in the pale golden sunlight, and the beautiful one can not be mistaken.

The charming peach blossom eyes gleamed lightly, blinked gently, hooked the soul, and caused a shock and scream ...

Yuan Fangfei glanced and sneered dismissively: "It turned out to be a flower-eyed ghost everywhere, whoever likes him bad luck ..."

Murong Xue looked up at the sky, Yuan Fangfei's evaluation was not very good, but it seemed that he was right, which was in line with Muriufeng's character ...