The Evil Prince and his Precious Wife: The Sly Lady

The people gradually stopped their hands and stood side by side, revealing the lowest woman. The woman fell to the ground, her slender body shrunk into a ball, her clothes were torn and messy, and the buttons on her blouse also dropped several , Revealing the bruised skin under the shirt.

Her hair bun was also torn and messy, the hairpins on her hair did not know where they fell, the veil on her face was also removed, the small face was beaten blue and purple, and she could not see the original look at all .

She looked up at Murong Xue little by little, and the burning blaze at her eyes could not help swallowing her alive.

Murong Xue turned a blind eye and said coldly: "Who is your master behind the scenes?"

"No comment." The woman gritted her teeth.

Murongxue's eyes were cold: "It doesn't matter if I don't say that, I will let the Yingwei of Zhenguohou House 'entertain and entertain you'." As long as people get into their hands, there is no mouth that can't be pried ...

The woman's complexion was almost black and she was about to drip ink. The Yingwei of Zhenguohou's house, she had heard of it and had a little contact, so she should not fall in their hands ...

The clenched palms opened slightly, and an egg-sized gray bead appeared. The girl's mouth curled up with a weird smile, and threw the bead at Murong Xue ...

Murongxue's eyes flashed: That was ... Palm Thunder!

She pulled Ouyang Shaochen back quickly, turned her wrists, and a silver needle flew out, hitting the beads, only to hear the sound of "bang", the palm thunder exploded, the smoke filled, the dust flew ...

Murong Xue was staggered and backed away for a few steps before she stood firm. Her chest was hot and painful. She coughed heavily and quickly swayed the smoke. I saw several people falling to the ground, covering the wounds and the wailing of pain.

The woman was the most wounded, her face and chest were blew with blood and flesh, and she could n’t bear to see it. She fell to the ground, staring at Murong Xue with hate, and her hatred burst into her eyes. It was getting weaker and weaker until it turned into a dead ash ...

Murong Xue's cold eyes narrowed slightly: "The woman behind the scene is not easy."

"I know." Shaochen Ouyang nodded gently: Palm Thunder was newly developed by Qingyan. The entire Qingyan Kingdom has not yet produced a thousand pieces. The mastermind behind the scene actually used it for his subordinates, which shows that he has a certain The number of palm thunder, the identity should not be prying ...

"The power behind the mastermind is also great!" In the town of Xiliangguo, Murong Xueming killed all the dark guards sent by the mastermind behind the scenes, but he still knew that she got something from the commoner , Power should not be underestimated.

"What about the man in black?" Murong Xue looked around. Before she and the woman shot the Sifang Pavilion, there was a man in black in the Sifang Pavilion.

"Dead." Shaochen Ouyang's voice was faint: the man in black took advantage of Murong Xue's fight with the woman, he was flawless, and he was ready to flee. He was blocked by Wei Feng and stepped on the moon. , Stepping on the moon, killing him with a sword.

They feel that there is a woman who is alive and can fully interrogate what they want to know. Unexpectedly, this woman also made a vicious move and killed herself ...

Murong Xue frowned, and the false saint was dead, and the man in black was also dead: "Who opened the Sifang Pavilion?"

"A wealthy businessman from Taiyuan City opened the elegant Sifang Pavilion, and the gold in the Taiyuan City. The son likes to meet here to discuss piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, poetry and singing. This fake saint, should look at the noble children here. More than that, it ’s easy to attract you. Only then did you choose to return to your time here ... "Ouyang Shaochen's voice was faint.

"That's true!" Murong Xue nodded, and the Sifang Pavilion was not suspected. The clue of the mastermind behind the scene was broken again: "Let's go back to Beijing."

"Back to Beijing?" Ouyang Shaochen's eyebrows frowned slightly: "Aren't you going to walk around Taiyuan, stroll around?" They came to Taiyuan for the first time.

Murong Xue smiled: "Qingyan's state-owned and powerful senior officials are all in Beijing." The mastermind behind the scene must also be in Beijing. They will not be in Taiyuan and will go back to Beijing to investigate ...

Looking at her shining eyes, Ouyang Shaochen's eyes flashed a clear smile: "Okay!"

In the setting sun, the luxurious rosewood horse-drawn carriage stopped in front of the door of Zhenguohou Mansion, the curtains were lifted, Murong Xue walked down, looking at the four characters of "Zhenguohou Mansion" above the gate, she stretched for a long time. Tone: Running around for so long, finally came back.

Seeing that Ouyang Shaochen was about to get off the carriage, she hurriedly blocked: "It's getting dark, you don't have to get off, hurry back to Xiaoyao Palace."

Ouyang Shaochen glanced at the sunset going west, Jun Yan sank slightly: "It's still too early, don't you want me to sit in?"

"No." Murongxue shook his head: "I just think, prince, the princess should have finished buying Phoebe chinensis and returned to the house ... Your family hasn't seen you for three days. There must be a lot of words. Come with me again someday ... "

Ouyang Shaochen will never leave this evening as long as she enters Zhenguohou Palace. King Xiaoyao and the princess have returned. Ouyang Shaochen will not return home at night. They will definitely ask if they let them know that Ouyang Shaochen stayed in her boudoir Here, it's not so good ...

Looking at her serious eyes, Ouyang Shaochen instantly understood her concerns, a clear smile flashed across her eyes, and kissed her cherry red lips like a dragonfly: "Then take a good rest, I will come to see you tomorrow."

"Good!" Murongxue nodded and watched Ouyang Shaochen sit back in the carriage, put down the curtain, and the red sandalwood carriage slowly walked away, turned the corner, and disappeared.

Murongxue was inexplicably a little melancholy, and slowly turned around and walked into Zhenguohou Mansion. The Qingshi Road in the mansion was still clean and clean. The flowers and trees beside the road were all sprouted with new shoots, green and green. It's so beautiful.

A teenager wearing a royal blue uniform and a long sword and with high hair, walked over and glared angrily at her: "You still know to come back!"

Murong Xue raised his eyebrows and said: "This is my home. Of course I will be back."

"You still know that this is your home, you count yourself, how long have you been away? Do n’t even come back during the New Year, do n’t come back if you do n’t come back, and do n’t even write me a letter, let the little pigeon pass A small note, the note was small, I almost didn't hold it ... "Murongye murmured and glared at Murongxue with resentment.

Grandparents, grandparents, parents, uncles, aunts, uncles, aunts, brothers and sisters gathered in the family's New Year.Both parents died, and the only younger sister didn't come back. The big Zhenguo Palace, with only one owner, was really cold and cold, miserable and miserable.