"Then stop for a while, and wait for tomorrow." Ouyang Shaochen said lightly, and a soft kiss fell between Murongxue's fair-necked neck, blooming bright red plums.
Murong Xue's face was dark and dark, pushing Ouyang Shaochen hard: "You can't wait a minute ... wait until I finish talking ... I'll finish soon ..."
Ouyang Shaochen didn't take it for granted, his arms tightly embraced Murong Xue's waist: "We have time ... it's not too late to say tomorrow ..."
Murongxue also wanted to say the reason again. Ouyang Shaochen's lips were printed on her lips, and she swallowed everything she wanted to say ...
The clear pond water turned hot instantly, and the calm water surface was undulated with huge ripples. The petals on the water kept shaking, and the reflection of the pearl of the night was reflected in the reflection ...
When Murong Xue woke up, the sky was already bright, and the bright sunshine sprinkled on the big bed through the lattice window. Ouyang Shaochen was wearing a white coat and was sitting beside her reading a book. Her eyes were half closed, looking at him and asking Tao: "When is it?"
"Just at the time of the morning (7am to 9am)." Shaochen Ouyang said lightly, put down the book and looked at Murong Xue: "It's too early, you can sleep again."
"I have a good rest and I'm not sleepy anymore." Murong Xue shook her head and sat up slowly. When she and A Lei climbed the cliff, she would rest and rest every time they climbed. It was not particularly tired. The only ones left Tired, also after last night's rest, all disappeared without a trace, but instead Ouyang Shaochen, came to Turk from Qingyan, did not rest for seven days and seven nights, should be more tired than her, how could she wake up more than her It's still early ...
Murongxue was puzzled. The thin silk was slipped down, revealing her body covered with blue and purple traces. Ouyang Shaochen's eyes looked a little deeper, and she slowly took a white lining over her On her body, she squeezed her shoulders and said: "People who practice martial arts are full of energy. No matter how tired they are, they can recover as long as they rest for one night ..."
"Really!" Murong Xue was full of surprise, staring at Ouyang Shaochen carefully, only to see his face as usual, there was no green shadow under the eyelid, the obsidian-like pupil was deep like a pond, and I would never be half tired ...
Ouyang Shaochen was really recovering from the beginning, and he could not see at all. He once rushed the road for seven days and nights.
The ancient martial arts people have internal power. Ouyang Shaochen can recover so quickly, it should be due to his deep internal force, and she seems to have half of the internal force of Ouyang Shaochen. Her resilience is much worse than Ouyang Shaochen ...
Murongxue thought, looking at Shaochen Ouyang shiningly: "Shenchen, when can I have the same deep internal force as you?" Her internal force is the same as him, and the resilience should be the same as him.
Ouyang Shaochen looked at her carefully, and said lightly: "If you have practiced your internal skills for twenty or thirty years, it should be almost the same."
Murong Xue frowned slightly: "Don't you only practice for more than ten years?" Why should she practice for twenty or thirty years?
"Practicing internal skills depends on your qualifications. With your qualifications, it takes 20 or 30 years to develop the same internal strength as mine. It is already very good ..." Ouyang Shaochen said lightly, Murong Xue's beautiful face It was dark for a moment: if she wanted to say that she had poor qualifications, she said directly that she was mocking her in a corner ...
Murongxue was furious, grabbing Ouyang Shaochen's waist, and squeezed it hard, not wanting, his waist was firm, she couldn't squeeze any way ...
"Shizi, Princess Shizi, the woman has already awakened." Wuqin's respectful report suddenly came from outside the door.
Murong Xue was startled: woman?What woman?
Immediately remembered, she once saved the person in the hands of the short shirts, the woman in the mouth of no trace, talking about her, looking at her scarred appearance, Murong Xue thought she would be unconscious for at least three or four days, no Thinking that she woke up so quickly: "She is in the room now?"
"No, she came here and wanted to thank Shizi, Princess Shizi's life-saving grace." Wuhen replied truthfully.
Murong Xue raised her eyebrows gently, and came to thank her just after waking up. The woman was a grateful person: "Let her come in."
Murongxue put on his dress at the fastest speed, combed his bun, and took Ouyang Shaochen's arm out of the inner room to the front hall.
A woman wearing a green maid dress slowly walked in with the help of two rough maids, her face was pale, her lips were pale, and her delicate little face was whipped with two deep blood marks , The indescribable grim, exposed on the neck, wrists and other skin, also covered with deep and shallow scars, looks very miserable ...
The woman walked to Ouyang Shaochen, Murongxue, slowly kneeled, and kowtowed heavily: "The slave-servant would like to thank the son and wife for their life-saving grace."
Ouyang Shaochen looked faint, sipping tea, and didn't even look at the woman.
Murongxue's eyes were faint, and she looked at the woman and said, "Which government house are you from, how could you make this look?"
"Mrs. Hui, the slave-servant's name is Ahuan. He is the bridegroom's maidservant. She's son, Cui Pu, is the aunt of the slave-servant. He is fierce and brutal. He likes to abuse the woman. A few days ago, he gave his name ... "A Huan said in a low voice, with horrible voice and unspeakable sadness and fear.
Murong Xue frowned slightly: "Your lady, don't you care about your life or death?" Anyway, she is also the wife of Mrs. Cui Pu ...
Ahuan smiled bitterly: "Although Cui Pu married my young lady, she was disrespectful and unloving. She also punched and kicked her every day. She beat my young lady with bruises and bruises and bruises. The young lady could not even save her life. Hold the slaves ... "
Murongxue's brows were tighter, she knew that the Turkic people were sturdy, but if this kind of sturdyness is reflected in the beating of women, it is really annoying: "Why didn't she go to her family for help?"
Turkic is also a country with a strict hierarchy. If you are married and pay attention to the family, you can marry the officials of Shangshufu. It must also be the official's house. As long as the lady goes to her mother's house for help, she should be able to get rid of this tragic life ...
Ahuan's bitter smile was even stronger: "Miss naturally asked her mother's family for help, but Miss's father and brother's official positions are not high, they dare not offend Shang Shufu, they dare not be fair to the lady ..."
Murongxue frowned tightly, her mother's family was weak, and she dared not start to marry her daughter, letting her marry her daughter tortured at her husband's house. She had heard of it before, but she didn't expect to see it today: "Your girl is now how is it?"
"Severely injured, staying in bed all the time ..." A Huan said in a low voice, melancholy: "The four bridesmaids who were married with the lady at that time, leaving only one slave girl and the other three, have been tortured to death ... The slave servant escaped Shang Shufu with the last effort, and was preparing to go to Han Wang Mansion to find Han Han Ye, and asked him to help look after Miss One or Two ... "
Murongxue's eyes were amazed: "Aren't you talking about Lord Han Han Tuoba Han?"
"It's him!" Ahuan focused on his head: No one in Turk except Tuobahan could be called the Han King.
Murongxue's eyes were faint: "What is the relationship between your lady and the cold king?"
"Cousin." Ahuan whispered: "My aunt's aunt is the side concubine of Han Wang's father ..."
Murongxue had no choice but to touch his forehead, Tuobahan was out of Zheng Fei, Miss Ahuan was the concubine of the side concubine, and Tuobahan's cousin, it was 3,000 miles away ...