The people gradually stopped their hands, and stood aside one after another, revealing the woman at the bottom. The woman fell to the ground, her slender body shrunk into a ball, her clothes were torn into a mess, and several buttons on the skirt were also missing. , revealing the bruised skin under the clothes.
Her hair bun was torn into a mess, the hairpin on her hair fell somewhere, the veil on her face was also knocked off, her little face was bruised and purple from the beating, and she couldn't see her original appearance at all. .
Little by little, she raised her head to look at Murong Xue, with raging anger burning in her eyes, wishing to devour her alive.
Murong Xue turned a blind eye and said coldly: "Who is your master behind the scenes?"
"No comment." The woman paused every word, gnashing her teeth.
Murong Xue's eyes were cold: "It's okay if you don't say anything, I will let the shadow guards of the Zhen Guohou's mansion 'entertain' you well." The shadow guards of the Zhen Guohou's mansion are good at finding people, assassinating, setting up formations, and interrogating people. As long as people are in their hands, there is no mouth that cannot be pried open...
The woman's complexion was so dark that it was about to drip ink. She had heard about the shadow guards of the Marquis of Zhenguo's Mansion, and had a little contact with them, so she didn't want to fall into their hands...
The tightly clenched palms opened slightly, and a gray bead the size of an egg appeared. The corner of the woman's mouth curved into a weird smile, and she threw the bead viciously at Murong Xue...
Murong Xue's eyes froze: That's... Palm Thunder!
She pulled Ouyang Shaochen back quickly, flipped her wrist, and a silver needle flew out, piercing the bead, and only heard a "bang", the thunder in her palm exploded, filled with smoke and dust...
Murong Xue was shaken and staggered back a few steps before standing still, her chest was burning with pain, she coughed heavily, and quickly dispersed the smoke, only to see several civilians fell to the ground, clutching their wounds, howling in pain.
The woman was the most injured, her face and chest were bloody and bloody, she fell to the ground, glaring at Murong Xue with hatred, the hatred in her eyes burst out, gradually, the hatred became weaker and weaker, It gets lighter and weaker until it turns into a dead gray...
Murong Xue's cold eyes narrowed slightly: "The master behind this woman is not simple."
"I know." Ouyang Shaochen nodded lightly: Palm Thunder is the latest product developed by Qing Yan, and the entire Qing Yan Kingdom has not yet produced a thousand of them, and the mastermind behind the scenes actually gave it to his subordinates, which shows that he has a certain amount of energy. The number of palm thunders, the identity should not be underestimated...
"The mastermind behind the scenes is also very powerful!" In the small town of Xiliang, Murong Xue clearly killed all the hidden guards sent by the mastermind behind the scenes, but he still knew that she got something from the commoner man. , power should not be underestimated.
"Where's the man in black?" Murong Xue looked around, before she and the woman got out of Sifang Pavilion, there was a man in black in Sifang Pavilion.
"Dead." Ouyang Shaochen's voice was light: the man in black took advantage of Murong Xue's fight with that woman, and Wuxia took care of him, and was about to escape, but was stopped by Wei Feng and Tayue. The man in black made frequent tricks, which annoyed Wei Feng , Tayue, swung his sword and killed him.
They thought that there was a woman who was alive and could interrogate what they wanted to know. Unexpectedly, this woman also made a trick and killed herself...
Murong Xue frowned, the fake saint is dead, and the man in black is also dead: "Who opened this Sifang Pavilion?"
"It was opened by a wealthy businessman in Taiyuan City. The owner of Sifang Pavilion is Fengya. The daughters and young masters in Taiyuan City like to meet here to discuss piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry and songs. This false saint should be a child of the nobles here. There are many, it is easy to attract you, I just chose to be here as a human being back in time..." Ouyang Shaochen's voice was light.
"That's true!" Murong Xue nodded, Sifang Pavilion was not suspicious, and the clue to the mastermind behind the scenes was broken again: "Let's go back to Beijing."
"Back to Beijing?" Ouyang Shaochen frowned slightly: "Why don't you take a walk around Taiyuan?" This was their first time in Taiyuan.
Murong Xue smiled: "Qingyan State has strength, and the influential senior officials are all in the capital." The mastermind behind the scenes must also be in the capital, so they will not delay in Taiyuan, go back to Beijing to investigate directly...
Looking at her sparkling eyes, Ouyang Shaochen flashed a smile: "Okay!"
As the sun set, the luxurious red sandalwood carriage stopped in front of the gate of Zhen Guohou's mansion, the curtain was parted, and Murong Xue came down, looking at the four big characters of "Zhen Guohou's mansion" above the gate, she let out a long sigh. Tone: After traveling for so long, I finally came back.
Seeing that Ouyang Shaochen was about to get off the carriage, she hurriedly stopped her: "It's getting dark soon, so don't get out of the carriage, and hurry back to Xiaoyao Wangfu."
Ouyang Shaochen glanced at the setting sun, his handsome face sank slightly: "It's still early, don't you want to invite me in for a sit down?"
"No." Murong Xue shook her head: "I just think, the lord, the wangfei should have finished buying the golden nanmu and went back to the house... The three of you have not seen each other for many days, so there must be a lot to say, you go back to the mansion first to accompany the wangye, wangfei, another day come with me again..."
As long as Ouyang Shaochen enters the Zhen Guohou's mansion, he will never leave tonight. King Xiaoyao and the princess have already returned. If Ouyang Shaochen does not return at night, they will definitely ask. If they know that Ouyang Shaochen is staying in her boudoir Well, it's not so good...
Looking at her serious eyes, Ouyang Shaochen instantly understood her concerns, a smile flashed in his eyes, and he kissed her cherry red lips like a dragonfly: "Then you have a good rest, I will come to see you tomorrow."
"Okay!" Murong Xue nodded, and watched Ouyang Shaochen sit back in the carriage, put down the curtain, the red sandalwood carriage walked away slowly, turned a corner, and disappeared.
Murong Xue was inexplicably melancholy, turned around slowly and walked into Zhen Guohou's mansion, the bluestone road in the mansion was still clean and spotless, and all the flowers, plants and trees beside the road had sprouted new shoots, tender green and full of vitality Vibrant, really beautiful.
A young man wearing a royal blue military uniform, a long sword, and high hair strode over and glared at her angrily, "You still know how to come back!"
Murong Xue raised her eyebrows, and said leisurely: "This is my home, of course I'm coming back."
"You still know that this is your home. Do the math yourself. How long have you been away? You don't even come back for the Chinese New Year. If you don't come back, you don't come back. You don't even write me a letter, so let that little pigeon pass it on." I wrote a small note, I almost missed the small note..." Murong Ye complained endlessly, staring at Murong Xue with eyes full of resentment.
During the New Year at other people's homes, grandparents, parents, uncles and aunts, uncles and aunts, brothers and sisters gather together, lively, what about him? Both parents died, and the only younger sister didn't even come back. He was the only master in the huge Zhen Guohou Mansion. It was really deserted, desolate and miserable.