"Are you happy?" Ouyang Shaochen looked sideways at Murong Xue, his obsidian pupils gleamed with a deep and dark light.
The snow-colored robe fluttered gently with his walking, exaggerating his inherent nobility and brilliance even more outstandingly.
Murong Xue smiled brightly: "I know a lot of information about the underground palace, and I'm one step closer to avenging my parents. Of course I'm happy."
Xiao Xi explained clearly the number of people in the underground palace, their levels, the techniques they practiced, and many other secrets, especially the situation of those masters in the underground palace. It won't be long before she can figure out a way to force Ye Xuan out to avenge Murong Yue and Shen Ruoli.
Ouyang Shaochen's eyes were fixed, and he said in a low voice: "The shadow guards have not come to Nanzhao yet, I dispatched the palace's dark guards to sneak into the dark to help you avenge as soon as possible."
"Okay." Murong Xue smiled slightly, like a hundred flowers blooming, seeing Ouyang Shaochen's black eyes deepened a little, and stretched out his arms to wrap her waist: "You have avenged, go back to Qingyan, the wedding has been prepared It's almost the same, just wait for us to go back."
Murong Xue's eyes flickered unnaturally, and she hummed vaguely: If she hadn't followed Ye Xuan to Nanzhao, they would have been married, and she doesn't reject marrying Ouyang Shaochen, so let's get married if they get married.
The son of Xiaoyao Wang, who is famous all over the world, is so wise that he is close to a demon, many girls from famous families secretly promise that she will actually earn money by marrying him...
Murong Xue's eyes were shining brightly, as clear as spring water in the mountains. Ouyang Shaochen looked at it, as if a hot spring flowed from his heart, full of joy, and the arms around her waist felt tightened unknowingly: She actually agreed to their marriage willingly. She didn't speak vaguely and ambiguously like before. She really wanted to marry him...
The corners of Ouyang Shaochen's mouth curled into a graceful arc, and he turned the corner with Murong Xue in his arms, and walked onto the flat road.
In an instant, pedestrians coming and going appeared in front of my eyes, all kinds of sedan chairs passed by, the bustling hawking was accompanied by the warm wind and the fragrance of flowers, it was fresh and pleasant, and the golden sun shone On the body, slightly hot.
Ouyang Shaochen and Murong Xuemo's hair fluttered in the wind, their handsome and beautiful faces were even more dazzling under the scorching sun, and the two of them walked forward hand in hand, like a beautiful picture scroll, causing passers-by to stop and watch, sighing: Which family's son is this, daughter? Just like the real person of Asgard in the painting, they are a perfect match...
Murong Xue didn't care about everyone's eyes, and walked slowly, looking around casually, suddenly, an excited male voice rang out: "The saint has come to the free clinic, the saint has come to the free clinic..."
"real?"
"Can it be fake? The saint is in the square in front of her. If you want to see a doctor, hurry up and queue up. If it's late, you'll queue up on the next street..."
"Let's go, let's go, I've been coughing for several days, and it's not getting better after taking medicine, so I'm waiting for the saint's free clinic..."
"Me too. I've been suffering from headaches lately. I don't have money to see a doctor. I'm waiting for the saint to come and do charity..."
"The holy maiden has excellent medical skills, she can be called a medical fairy, no matter how serious the disease is, she can cure it well..."
The chattering voices reached her ears, Murong Xue looked up, and saw a long line of nearly 100 meters in front of the square not far away, and many people quickly rushed to the back of the line one by one. stand…
A girl in a light pink long dress led two maids to the short table in the middle of the square, and sat down gracefully.
She wore a light pink veil on her face, covering her small face in all directions, only revealing a pair of beautiful eyes, with a vivid lotus imprint on her forehead, reflecting her fair skin, saying Undeniably holy.
The middle-aged man at the front looked at her, his eyes lit up, he hurried to sit down opposite her, stretched out his arms reverently, and put his wrist on the pulse pillow.
The girl stretched out her hand to touch the man's pulse, and her hand as delicate as porcelain exuded a white luster in the sun.
Her eyelids drooped slightly, carefully diagnosing the man's condition, the pale golden sunlight cast a warm halo around her, indescribably noble and out of this world.
Murong Xue blinked, and stopped a man casually: "Brother, is the saint in front of you the holy maiden of the shrine?"
"Of course." The man nodded and said proudly, "In Nanzhao Kingdom, no one is qualified to be called a saint except her."
Murong Xue smiled, no wonder I didn't see the saint in the shrine, so she came out to do charity: "Does the saint often give free medical consultations in the capital?"
"Yes." The man nodded, his tone proud: "The saint is kind-hearted, and she goes out of the palace to do good deeds almost every day. In addition to the high-ranking officials and nobles, there are also many poor people in the capital. The saint gives porridge and free clinics, helping many people. , Sometimes, she will go to a farther place to help people. This time, the saint came back from a village a hundred miles away after finishing the work. She saw many sick people outside the city, and they didn't even take a rest. The free clinic started…”
Murong Xue nodded understandingly, the saintess of the shrine did good deeds every day, and she really lived up to her reputation: "The people in the capital respect the saintess very much, it seems that the prestige of the shrine in the hearts of the people in the capital is very high..."
Ouyang Shaochen glanced at the square where the pulse was diagnosed, and said indifferently: "The shrine has been established for a hundred years, and the good deeds for the people have long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. Respect, love…”
"I understand." Murong Xue nodded lightly: The shrine has been doing good deeds for many years, and it always thinks of the people. The people of Nanzhao naturally respect and value them...
'Got it! 'Suddenly the sound of horseshoes sounded, and a luxurious carriage galloped over with lightning speed, crashing towards the long team...
The people queuing up were startled, and then reacted, screaming and running around: "Run, run, a car is coming..."
The whole square instantly became chaotic...
A four or five-year-old child was knocked to the ground, his whole body hurt from the fall, and he cried loudly: "Daddy, mother..."
The speed of the carriage did not slow down, and it ran into the child.
The momentum of the carriage is very strong, if it hits the child, he will be seriously injured if he is not dead...
Murong Xue's cold eyes narrowed sharply, and she was about to go out to save someone, but she saw the holy maiden of the shrine tap her toes, and her slim figure swung a graceful arc in mid-air, and in an instant, she came in front of the child and stretched out her arms to hug him. Picking up the child, a string of pink petals protruded from the fingertips, and hit the carriage that was close at hand.
The carriage was knocked off the track, and it staggered several times before coming to a stop. The translucent curtains were swinging from side to side, showing the strength of the petals...