As the breeze blew, Murong Xue's lips gradually turned blue, and her slender body curled up slightly, trembling slightly under the brocade quilt.
Ouyang Shaochen focused his eyes slightly, took off his boots, lifted the thin quilt, lay down beside Murong Xue, stretched out his arms to embrace her in his arms, pressed his palms on the back of her heart, and slowly channeled his internal energy!
After the heart was poured into the back of the heart, it turned into bursts of warmth, flowing quickly in the veins, bit by bit driving away the remaining cold air, Murong Xue's lip color gradually returned to normal, and a little bit of blood appeared on her pale face .
Looking at the peacefully sleeping girl nestled in his arms, Ouyang Shaochen curled up a smile, his pupils were also stained with a smile, flicked his fingers, shot out a gust of wind, blew out the lights, and hugged him lightly. Holding the person in his arms, he fell asleep smiling.
The silvery moonlight shone into the room through the lattice windows and poured on Nuoda's large carved bed, adding a bit of warmth and sweetness to the couple embracing each other.
In a daze, Murong Xue heard the sound of long breathing, a pair of warm and strong arms wrapped around her waist, and the faint scent of black bamboo lingered around the tip of her nose, Murong Xue was startled, and suddenly opened her eyes.
All she could see was a fair chest, the sound of a strong heartbeat came to her ears, and the warm breath sprayed on her hair, she was even more startled, pushed Ouyang Shaochen away, turned over and sat up.
The warm and thin quilt slowly slid down, revealing her body in a crimson apron. Shocked and anxious, she grabbed the brocade quilt to wrap herself, and felt her body was refreshed, her waist was not sore, and her back was not sore. Pain, the skin is fair and fair, delicate and delicate, there is no trace of ambiguity, she couldn't help but secretly heaved a sigh of relief.
Ouyang Shaochen looked at her ever-changing complexion, with a slight smile curled up on the corner of his mouth, and sat up slowly, his black eyes were sharp and clear, and he didn't see the haze of just waking up: "You're awake!"
"Where is this place?" Murong Xue moved a few times wrapped in a thin quilt, distanced herself from him, and stared at him fiercely: the sandalwood tables and chairs in the room, ornaments, utensils, exquisite but strange, this is not her in Zhenguo. The boudoir of the Hou Mansion.
"Xiaoyao Wang's Mansion...my room!" Ouyang Shaochen said in a clear voice, "After you took fire lotus seeds last night, you fell into a coma. Sending you back to Zhen Guohou's Mansion will damage your boudoir reputation and leave you alone. I'm not worried about the guest room, so I'll take you here to rest."
The cold poison is to the yin, and the fire lotus seeds are to the yang. When the two meet, they will produce a great medicinal effect. Every time the original owner takes the fire lotus seeds, he will fall into a drowsy sleep. When the movement came over, she was brought back to Zhen Guohou's mansion, but this body was too weak, she lasted for a few minutes, but still fell asleep in a daze.
Seeing her drowsy, Ouyang Shaochen took her to Xiaoyao Wangfu to rest, but: "There is a bed and a soft couch in this room, we can sleep in our own, why do you want to share the same bed with me?" ?”
In two lifetimes, it was the first time for her to share the same bed with a man, and it felt very awkward.
Ouyang Shaochen glanced at her, and said leisurely: "Last night you were covered with a brocade quilt, and you were shivering from the cold. I was afraid that you would be frozen, so I slept with you in the same bed, and used my internal strength to help you drive away the cold..."
Murong Xue choked. In the memory of the original owner, no matter in season, every time she wakes up, she is covered with a thick brocade quilt. It can be seen that she will always feel cold after falling asleep, and needs to be driven out by brocade blankets. It was cold, Ouyang Shaochen only covered her with such a thin brocade quilt, of course she would shiver from the cold.
Of course, Ouyang Shaochen was not the maid who took care of her, he didn't know that she would be cold after she fell asleep, and he couldn't blame him for not covering her with more brocade quilts...
Looking at her gloomy little face, Ouyang Shaochen had an invisible smile in his eyes: "You and I slept on the same bed, it really damaged your boudoir reputation, I can take responsibility!"
Negative... Responsible? They just slept in the same bed for one night, and nothing happened, so what are they responsible for
Murong Xue smiled unnaturally: "It's just a trivial matter, don't take responsibility for it."
The smile in Ouyang Shaochen's eyes disappeared in an instant, and he looked at her fixedly: "I really don't need to be responsible?" Qingyue's voice was full of unclear and unclear emotions.
Murong Xue nodded solemnly: "Of course it's true!" Ouyang Shaochen saved her life, she was grateful to him, so she wouldn't rely on him ignorantly!
Ouyang Shaochen's dark eyes flashed a dark light, he lifted the quilt and got out of bed, strode towards the closet, unbuttoning his underwear as he walked.
"Ouyang Shaochen, what are you doing?" Murong Xue exclaimed.
"Change clothes!" Ouyang Shaochen replied without turning his head.
Murong Xue frowned and said, "Won't you take your clothes and change behind the screen?"
Ouyang Shaochen glanced at her, and said without a word: "This is my room!" It's only natural for him to change clothes here.
Murong Xue pouted, she knew this was his room, but wasn't she sitting on his bed? She's a woman, and she's a different gender from him, so he doesn't even know how to avoid her
Seeing that Ouyang Shaochen finished unbuttoning his clothes and took off his underwear, revealing his perfect figure with smooth lines, Murong Xue hastily turned to face the wall: he has the habit of changing clothes in front of women, she has no habit of watching men undress , he does not avoid, she avoids!
The rustling sound of clothes rubbing against her was heard behind her, but Murong Xue ignored it and stared coldly at the wall in front of her.
Suddenly, a hand touched her shoulder, she looked back, and saw that Ouyang Shaochen had already put on a snow-colored robe, embroidered with exquisite dark flowers on the hem, majestic and majestic, on the cuffs embroidered with a noble and mysterious picture of the sea of clouds, more Adding a bit of Tsinghua and dignity, he held a set of light blue long skirt in his hand, and handed it to Murong Xue: "For you!"
Murong Xue's long blue dress was soaked in hot spring water. Although it was dried by internal energy, it was already a wrinkled ball. It was placed on the brocade stool at the end of the bed and could no longer be worn. , It’s really a timely help, just: “Why do you have women’s clothes here?”
Hearing her puzzled question, Ouyang Shaochen's handsome face was slightly gloomy, he grabbed her little hand, stuffed the long skirt into her hand heavily, and said word by word: "This is the dress I just bought from Yixiangge." New clothes back."
The long skirt is cool to the touch, smooth and soft like nothing, and the fabric is excellent, Murong Xue curled her lips, new clothes are new clothes, why are you so angry
The faint scent of black bamboo lingers around her body and lingers for a long time. She looked up at Ouyang Shaochen helplessly: "Your Majesty Ouyang, I have to change my clothes!"
"I know!" Ouyang Shaochen nodded.
I know you haven't gone out yet? Men and women are different, she doesn't want to change clothes in front of Ouyang Shaochen.
"You don't have to be so careful, this son is not interested in young and rough little girls!"
Qingyue's voice reached her ears, Murong Xue's face darkened, she grabbed the soft pillow beside her, and threw it at Ouyang Shaochen: "Where am I young?"