"Yes ... yes ..." Murongxue's eyes flickered unnaturally, a person's name flashed quickly in his mind, Ouyang Shaochen had guessed the truth, she couldn't fool him, she had to select a suitable person, Dealing with Ouyang Shaochen ...
"I can hear the truth and falsehood in your words, don't lie to me again, otherwise, I will immediately ask someone to check and find out the consequences of the truth ..."
The icy warning sounded suddenly, drilled into the eardrum, and reached the heart. Murongxue's slender body shuddered suddenly, and the intention to be instantly hit by the gray fly smoke disappeared, blurted out: "It is Zhao Zhengyin, the king of Zhenbei, Zhaobei in Mobei!"
Ouyang Shaochen's beauty face was almost dark and was about to drip ink: "Why are you having a relationship with him?" He was just a few days late, she actually provoked Zhao Zhengyin ... Zhao Zhengyin is not an ordinary person, and It is the king of Zhenbei in Mobei.
"I have nothing to do with Zhao Zhengyin, and Luo Yunxi has something to do with him." Liao Ouyang Shaochen didn't understand, and Murong Xue hurriedly explained: "That's the one I changed ... and Zhao Zhengyin's sweetheart Luo Yunxi. It looks exactly the same ... Luo Yunxi is missing, and Zhao Zhengyin saw me and thought I was her ... "
Ouyang Shaochen's somber face was even more terrifying, and he looked at Murong Xue coldly without speaking.
"I didn't lie this time, I don't believe you can ask someone to investigate. Luo Yunxi is indeed someone. He is 17 years old and is the master of Zhenguo County in Mobei." Murong Xue looked straight at Ouyang Shaochen, and he was right. : "When I changed my face ... I don't know that someone in Mobei will look exactly like me ... Zhao Zhengyin admits the wrong person and can't blame me ..."
Ouyang Shaochen's mouth curled up with a cool smile: "You are not Luo Yunxi, why don't you tell Zhao Zhengyin?" Her true appearance is completely different from Luo Yunxi, as long as she wash off her face, she can get rid of it Zhao Zhengyin, but she didn't wash, so she used the face resembling Luo Yunxi, dangling in front of Zhao Zhengyin ...
"I didn't sway in front of Zhao Zhengyin!" Murong Xue snarled sharply, staring at Shaochen Ouyang angrily: "I walked around the capital city wearing Yi Rong, in order to elicit the mastermind behind the murder, looking for Luo Yun by the way Creek ... "
"Okay, okay ... Don't talk to me about the purpose of your appearance, I just want to ask, why don't you refuse when Zhao Zhengyin hugs you?" Ouyang Shaochen interrupted Murong Xue's words sharply, coldly Looked at her coldly.
Murongxue hurriedly said: "I refused. When Zhao Zhengyin touched me, I refused ..." It was only that Zhao Zhengyin hugged too tightly, and she didn't push it away for a while, only to get his breath ...
Ouyang Shaochen looked at Murongxue momentarily without speaking. Murongxue felt guilty from his heart and said stubbornly: "This thing can't be blamed on me ..." She didn't want to be embraced by Zhao Zhengyin, even more Stained on his breath ...
Ouyang Shaochen suddenly reached out and grabbed her lapel, and pulled it hard, the buttons on the skirt collapsed instantly, and cracked down, revealing the crimson bellyband inside ...
"What are you doing?" Murong Xue angered, reached out and patted Ouyang Shaochen's hand, staring at him angrily.
"This skirt dyed with Zhao Zhengyin's breath, you still want to keep it ..." Ouyang Shaochen squinted at Murong Xue, his dark eyes flashed darkly.
Murong Xue shook his head hurriedly: "Of course I don't want to."
"Since you don't want to do it, what are you still doing with it?" Shaochen Ouyang asked coldly.
"I didn't bring a skirt, so I threw this one. What am I wearing?" Murong Xue asked angrily.
"Wear my robe." Shaochen Ouyang whispered, grabbed Murongxue's placket, peeled off the skirt, rubbed it into a ball, threw it into the corner, opened the dark grid, and took out a snow-colored robe , I want to put it on Murongxue. I do n’t want it, a touch of fire lotus fragrance, mixed with the seemingly cold plum fragrance, lingering on the tip of my nose, Ouyang Shaochen ’s face sank again, and looked at Murongxue said: It seems that Zhao Zhengyin's breath is also affected ... "
"It's impossible ..." Murong Xue shook her head and raised her hand to protect her chest. Her skirt was not thick but not thin. The cold plum breath on Zhao Zhengyin's body could not be stained on her bellyband through the skirt.
"But I smelled the cold plum fragrance." Ouyang Shaochen said coldly, reaching for Murong Xue's bellyband and throwing it into the corner.
Murong Xue was angry, grabbed the outer skirt and draped over him, and punched at Ouyang Shaochen: bullying her again, it was really mad ...
Ouyang Shaochen turned sideways, avoiding Murongxue's attack, stretched his arms around her waist, pressed her against the velvet blanket, and looked at her momentarily, her dark eyes and eyes deep as ink ...
Murongxue jumped violently with his eyelids. He had a bad hunch in his heart and stared at Ouyang Shaochen: "You ... what do you do ..."
"It seems that you also have the cold plum fragrance, I will cover the cold plum flavor for you." Ouyang Shaochen said lowly, the slender and jade-like hands unscrupulously freed on Murongxue ...
Murong Xue was speechless and looked at the sky. She smelled of cold plum fragrance?It's too exaggerated to say that, with a layer of skirt and a layer of apron, how could the cold plum fragrance on Zhao Zhengyin's body get her ...
The moist touch came from the lips, and Murong Xue suddenly looked back. I saw Ouyang Shaochen's beautiful face as close as poetry and painting, and thin lips kissed gently on her lips ...