The Evil Prince and his Precious Wife: The Sly Lady

"Really!" Murong Xue's eyes flicked, and Su Bai's small hand quickly reached into Ouyang Shaochen's sleeve and took out a few small porcelain bottles ...

The name of the pill was written on the porcelain bottle. Murongxue found Tianshan Yuxue Pill, poured one, and put it into Ouyang Shaochen's mouth, crushed another one, and sprinkled it gently on his wound.

The black and purple on Ouyang Shaochen's lips gradually receded, and the blood from the wound gradually turned into a bright red color. He coughed and slowly opened his eyes ...

"Shizi, you are awake!" Murong Xue looked at Ouyang Shaochen, his dark eyes flashed with a little joy and a little worry.

Ouyang Shaochen tried to bend the corner of his mouth, and raised a light smile: "Don't worry, I'm fine ... cough cough cough ..." He coughed violently, bright red blood spilled over the corner of his mouth and spilled on the snow-colored robe, A little red plum bloomed.

"Shizi, you are seriously injured, don't talk anymore, Xunfeng, no trace ..." Murong Xue called out anxiously, her small hand was suddenly grasped tightly, she looked at Ouyang Shaochen inexplicably, only to see him Holding her, whispered: "You can help me, don't need to call others!"

Murongxue frowned slightly: "But you were seriously injured. If I help you, you have to go by yourself and you will get a wound ..."

"No defense, slower is ..." Ouyang Shaochen disagreed, the obsidian-like eyes were as deep as a lonely lake, and Murongxue's words of persuasion came to his lips and changed the content: "Now, I help you ... "

Murongxue supported Ouyang Shaochen, turned slowly, and saw the emperor not far away, slightly startled: "Emperor!" Almost forgot that the emperor was here.

"It's important to heal the wound, you go back to the backyard first." The emperor said lightly, and there was a glimmer of light in the sharp eyes.

"Thank you Emperor, Shaochen retired." Shaochen Ouyang said lightly, with the help of Murong Xue, he walked forward slowly.

Looking at each other's nestling and walking away, everyone looked different.

Ye Yichen's eyes were deep, and the hand under his sleeve was tightly gripped: what Ouyang Shaochen can do for her, he can also do it for her, but his movement is a step slower ...

Ouyang Shaochen was slender and heavier in weight. Most of his body weight was pressed against Murongxue. Murongxue was very struggling. He helped Ouyang Shaochen and moved back to Qinghui Institute step by step.

Slightly supporting Ouyang Shaochen to sit on the bed, Murong Xue carefully unbuttoned his shirt, only to see a deep wound printed on his white and lean chest, and the red blood was seeping little by little He came out and dyed most of his chest.

Murong Xue couldn't help but take a breath of air. Just outside, she didn't take a closer look. She didn't expect it to be so badly hurt. Fortunately, it didn't hurt her.

Murongxue took the cotton yarn, cleaned the wound carefully, took the gold wound medicine, and applied it carefully to him, carefully wrapped the wound ...

Ouyang Shaochen lost too much blood, and his face was slightly pale, with a faint smile flashing in his obsidian eyes, watching Murong Xue busy for him.

Murongxue's attentively bandaged the wound, and he could still feel his bright eyes falling on her, and he had no effort to tie a bow on his wound, and he heard Ouyang Shaochen's mumbling sound with satisfaction.

"Xue'er, I'm here to save your injury." Ouyang Shaochen whispered, warm breath sprayed on Murongxue's side face.

Murongxue's eyes flashed unnaturally and proudly said: "I know, so, I let you concentrate on healing, don't look around." Su Bai's small hand pulled the bow tightly, and Ouyang Shaochen was dumb again. Huh, his lips paled slightly.

Murongxue frowned slightly: "You're hurt badly, I'm still going to a famous doctor, let him diagnose the pulse for you, see the injury ..."

Seeing that Murong Xue turned to go, Ouyang Shaochen hurriedly reached out and caught her: "You don't need to find a doctor, it's just a minor injury, just apply a few days of medicine."

Murong Xueliang's bright face was slightly gloomy, looking at his severely injured chest and said: "The chest is pierced, also called a small injury!"

"It's really a minor injury, don't worry, cough cough ..." Ouyang Shaochen coughed violently, and a little blood stain overflowed the corner of his mouth.

"Well, it's a minor injury. I won't argue with you anymore. You lie down and rest." Murong Xue said anxiously, gently supporting Ouyang Shaochen on the bed, pulling the quilt beside him, covering it in Off him.

Looking at her worried eyes, Ouyang Shaochen smiled gently: "I'm fine, don't worry ..."

"Then take a good rest and wait for you to wake up, let's talk again." Murong Xue held Ouyang Shaochen's hand tightly, and there was a little sincerity in his dark eyes.

"Good!" Ouyang Shaochen nodded, looked at Murong Xue, and slowly closed his eyes, his breathing sound gradually becoming even.

Murongxue was sitting by the bed, staring at Ouyang Shaochen, and he saw that his sleeping face was as fair as the moon, and his long eyelashes cast two thick shadows on the eyelids. Divided into peace and wisdom, the handsome face is slightly pale, but perfect without any trace of flaws.

Murongxue reached out slowly and squeezed Ouyang Shaochen's cheek gently. The smooth and delicate touch made her sigh: they haven't known each other for a long time, but he helped her many times and saved her many times. The two worlds are human, he is the first person who treats her so well ...

Touching a soft object at the toe, Murong Xue lowered his head and saw Ouyang Shaochen ’s robe stained with blood. The robe was worn and could not be worn anymore. However, this is Ouyang Shaochen ’s clothes. Deal with it again.

Murongxue reached up and picked up his robe, ready to put it aside, only to hear the sound of "Dang Chi", a hairpin fell out of the clothes.

Murong Xue reached up and picked up, and saw that this was a crystal-clear white jade hairpin. The beautiful rose flower carved on the hairpin saw her gaze: Isn't this her white jade hairpin?That day, after returning to the grave of Murongyue and his wife, she could not find it. She thought she accidentally dropped it while fighting Ye Yichen. Unexpectedly, she was picked up by Ouyang Shaochen and brought to her every day.

In Murongxue's heart, something was touched, and the cold eyes were stained with light mist.

When Ouyang Shaochen opened his eyes, the bright sunshine filled most of the room. The warm, warm, and faint fire lotus lingered around the tip of his nose. He looked down and saw that Murong Xue was lying beside the bed, sleeping. Is familiar.

There was a slight red on her bright little face, and her long eyelashes were like butterfly wings. Two thick shadows were cast on the eyelids. The peaceful and restful sleep made people unbearable.

A light smile appeared in Ouyang Shaochen's obsidian eyes, and her slender hand like jade touched her small delicate face like porcelain, wiping her finely ...