The Evil Prince and his Precious Wife: The Sly Lady

Murongxue's eyes flicked, and Ouyang Shaochen didn't just want to cover her cold plum fragrance ...

"Well!" Suddenly, my lips hurt, Murong Xuesong sips, Ouyang Shaochen took the opportunity to enter, and the faint ink bamboo fragrance instantly filled the entire mouth ...

Murong Xue was speechless and looked at the sky, she knew that Ouyang Shaochen not only wanted to cover her cold plum breath ...

Reaching to push Ouyang Shaochen, Ouyang Shaochen grabbed her wrist and pressed it on both sides of the head, trying to kick her, and her leg was also held down, unable to move for half a minute. Out of breath ...

Murong Xue was angry and anxious: "Ouyang Shaochen ... this is on the carriage ..."

"It's okay ... The carriage is soundproofed, no matter what we do ... the people outside can't hear ..." Ouyang Shaochen said lowly, hugging Murong Xue tightly, and the bodies of the two clung together, No gaps ...

Murongxue felt as if he had fallen into a raging sea. The body was violently bumped by the waves, sometimes joyous, sometimes empty, sometimes tossed up, and sometimes fell down again, making her ups and downs, forgetting why.

The messy hair of the waterfall was scattered on the white velvet blanket, reflecting her small red face, the smoky beautiful eyes, and the unspeakable charm.

Ouyang Shaochen's obsidian-like eyes instantly deepened a bit, and dragged her into the mist of deepening and deepening ...

"Bang Bang ..." Mu Rongxue heard a knock on the door, her body was sore and sore, her eyelids could not be opened heavily, her frown frowned unpleasantly, her small face buried in someone's arms Here, keep sleeping ...

"Yunxi ... Yunxi ..." The soft call came from far and near, Murongxue frowned more tightly, and asked Yunxi how to run out of her room, it was really annoying ... wait, Yunxi, she seems to have an identity called Luo Yunxi ...

Murongxue's misty thoughts were sober and she opened her eyes hard. She saw that she was lying on a carved bed with a light blue tent over her head and a light blue blanket on her body. She wears exquisite mahogany chairs and a set of precious tea sets on the table. It is the bedroom of the small courtyard where she lives.

Warm breath was sprayed on the cheeks, and Ouyang Shaochen was lying beside her, holding her in her arms and sleeping soundly.

The scene on the carriage looked like a movie, and Murongxue's eyes flashed unnaturally: after lingering, she fell asleep tired. Was Ouyang Shaochen brought her here?

"Yunxi ... Yunxi ..." The crisp knock on the door, accompanied by the familiar cries again, Murong Xue was startled, this is ... Zhao Zhengyin's voice, how come he came here ...

"Yunxi, can I come in?" A pleasant inquiry sounded. Murong Xue was suddenly one big and two big. She was sleeping with Ouyang Shaochen in the same bed, so that Zhao Zhengyin saw it, but it was not good ...

"Shaochen, wake up, wake up soon ..." Murong Xue grabbed Ouyang Shaochen's arm and shook it vigorously.

"What's wrong?" Ouyang Shaochen's eyelashes quivered, and slowly opened his eyes. The obsidian-like pupils were as deep as a secluded lake, and there was no worry and confusion just waking up.

Murongxue didn't notice, grabbing Ouyang Shaochen's arm, and pulled him up: "Zhao Zhengyin is here, please go out and avoid ..."

Ouyang Shaochen's eyes flashed a strange look, watching Murong Xue didn't speak.

Murongxue did not notice his anomaly, grabbed the clothes placed at the end of the bed, and hurriedly put on Ouyang Shaochen: "Zhao Zhengyin is coming in soon, you faster ..."

Ouyang Shaochen's beauty face sank in an instant, reached out and grabbed the white lining, Zhao Zhengyin came and asked him to leave secretly: "I'm so shameless?"

"You don't see no one, you can't see Zhao Zhengyin!" Murong Xue is still in contact with Zhao Zhengyin as Luo Yunxi's identity. If Zhao Zhengyin came in and dismantled her as the princess of Xiaoyao Wangshi, how could she still be The name of Luo Yunxi and Zhao Zhengyin Zhou Xuan ...