The Evil Prince and his Precious Wife: The Sly Lady

"Are you very happy?" Shaochen Ouyang looked sideways at Murongxue, his obsidian eyes flashing deep and dark.

The snow-colored coat fluttered gently as he walked, rendering his natural nobleness and Tsinghua more outstanding.

Murong Xue smiled and said: "I have learned a lot of information about the underground palace, and it is one step closer to revenge my parents. Of course I am happy."

Xiao Xi made clear the secrets such as the number, level, and techniques of the underground palace, especially those masters in the underground palace. He spoke more carefully. With such detailed information about the underground palace, It won't take long for her to come up with a way to force Xuan Xuan out to avenge Murong Yue and Shen Ruoli.

Ouyang Shaochen's eyes narrowed, and said lowly: "The Shadow Guard has not yet arrived in Nanzhao. I sent the Wangfu Dark Guard to stealthily secretly to help you revenge as soon as possible."

"Okay." Murong Xue smiled slightly, as the flowers opened, and Ouyang Shaochen's black eyes were deep, and she stretched her arms around her waist: "Revenge, go back to Qingyan, the wedding has been prepared. It's almost the same, just wait for us to go back. "

Murongxue's eyes flashed unnaturally, and a vague hum: If she hadn't chased Ye Xuan to Nanzhao, they were already married. She wouldn't refuse to marry Ouyang Shaochen.

The world is famous, Zhiduo is close to the deceitful Wang Shizi, there are many famous girls who secretly promise, she married him, in fact, it was earned ...

Murongxue's eyes were shining bright and clear, like the clear spring water in the mountain. Ouyang Shaochen looked at it, as if there was a hot spring flowing through her heart, full of joy, and the arm around her waist, I felt that it tightened: She even willingly agreed to their marriage, no longer as vague and ambiguous as before, she really wanted to marry him ...

The corner of Ouyang Shaochen's mouth was curved with a beautiful arc, and Murongxue was turned around and walked onto a flat avenue.

In an instant, pedestrians coming and going appeared in front of the eyes, a variety of sedan walked past, the bustling cries accompanied by the warm wind, and the fragrance of flowers blowing, fresh and pleasant, golden sunshine On the body, a slight fever.

Shaochen Ouyang, Murong Xuemo's hair flying in the wind, handsome, beautiful face more dazzling under the scorching sun, the two of them move forward together, just like a beautiful picture, causing pedestrians on the side to stop to watch and lament: What kind of son is this?Like the real person in the fairy palace in the painting, it's perfect ...

Murongxue didn't care about everyone's eyes. He walked slowly and watched indifferently. Suddenly, an excited male voice rang out: "The saint came to the clinic, the saint came to the clinic ..."

"Really?"

"Is there any fake? The saint is in the square in front of her. If she wants to see a doctor, she will go to the queue quickly. Later, she will go to the next street ..."

"Hurry up, hurry up, I have been coughing for a few days, but it's not good to take the medicine, just wait for the Holy Lady's free consultation ..."

"Me too. I have been having a headache recently. Without money, I just wait for the saint to come to do good deeds ..."

"The saint's medical skills are brilliant, she can be called a medical immortal, and no matter how serious the illness, she can be cured ..."

The rumors of talk spread into his ears. Murong Xue looked up and saw a long line of nearly 100 meters in front of the square, and many people quickly followed the team one by one. station……

A girl wearing a light pink long dress, with two maids, walked to the short side in the middle of the square and sat down elegantly.

She wore a light pink veil on her face, covering a small face with seven seven eight eight, only showing a pair of beautiful eyes, with a lotus imprint printed on the forehead, reflecting her white skin, saying No holiness.

The middle-aged man in the forefront looked at her, his eyes lit up, and hurriedly ran across to her and sat down, extending his arms religiously, placing his wrists on the pulse pillow.

The young girl stretched her hand to catch the pulse of the man, her delicate hands shining white in the sunlight.

Her eyelids drooped slightly, diagnosing the man's condition thinly, and the pale golden sunlight haunted a warm halo around her, indescribably noble and dusty.

Murong Xue blinked and casually stopped a man: "This elder brother, the saint in front, but the saint in the shrine?"

"Of course." The man nodded and proudly said: "Nanzhao Kingdom, no one except her is qualified to be a saint."

Murong Xue smiled, no wonder she didn't see the saint in the shrine. It turned out that she came out to do good deeds: "Do saints often get free clinics in Beijing?"

"Yeah." The man nodded and said proudly: "The saints are kind-hearted and go out of the palace almost every day to do good deeds. In addition to the dignitaries and nobles in the capital, there are also many poor people. Sometimes, she would go farther to help people. This time, the saint came back from the village a hundred miles away after doing perfect things. I saw many sick people outside the city who did n’t even take a rest. I started the free clinic ... "

Murong Xue nodded his understanding, and the Holy Lady of the Shrine did a good job on the day, and it really deserved its reputation: "The people in the capital have great respect for the Saint.

Ouyang Shaochen glanced at the square where the pulse was diagnosed and said lightly: "The 100-year-old shrine was created, a good move for the people, has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. Respect, love ... "

"I understand." Murong Xue nodded gently: The shrine has been doing good for many years, and is thinking about the people everywhere. The people in Nanzhao naturally respect them and value them ...

'You have it!'The rapid sound of horseshoes suddenly sounded, and a luxury carriage hurried over with a sudden thunder, and rushed towards the long line ...

The people in the queue were startled, and immediately reacted, screaming in excitement, running around: "Run quickly, run fast, a car came over ..."

The whole square was in a mess ...

A four or five year old child was knocked to the ground, his whole body was in pain, and he cried: "Father, mother ..."

The carriage didn't slow down, and ran towards the little kid.

The carriage has a great impact, and if it hits a child, he will be seriously injured without dying ...

Murongxue's eyes narrowed sharply, and he was about to save his life, but he saw that the toe of the Holy Lady of the Shrine was tapped lightly, and her slender figure waved a beautiful arc in the air. A child started, and a string of pink petals emerged from his fingertips, hitting the carriage close by.

The carriage was beaten off track, staggering a few times before stopping, the translucent curtain swaying from side to side, highlighting the strength of the petals ...