Ouyang Shaochen's faint black bamboo fragrance permeated every part of Murong Xue, and she almost couldn't bear the madness and intensity, her slender body trembled slightly, and hurriedly pushed Ouyang Shaochen.
Ouyang Shaochen grabbed her wrist calmly, Ruyu's hand contained infinite strength, just grasping it so lightly, Murong Xue's arm could not move at all, and she stretched out her legs to kick him indiscriminately.
Ouyang Shaochen dodged her attack, turned over and pressed her on the velvet blanket, looking at her misty pupils, and her small red face due to poor breathing, a clear smile appeared in the bottom of her eyes, and her arms suddenly twitched. Tighten up, hold her tightly in your arms, chase after her in the cage of her lips and teeth, gentle as water, lingering, deeply fascinated.
Murong Xue's whole body was pressed tightly, unable to move any more, the faint fragrance of black bamboo surrounded her heavily, the stormy kiss made the air in her lungs less and less, her soft body gradually became limp, her mind became dizzy, Almost suffocating, the light gasps turned into rapid gasps, and the beautiful little face was dyed a layer of rose color.
Ouyang Shaochen's eyes instantly darkened like ink, and his thin lips moved to her long neck, smudged with bright red plum blossoms...
'Tick tock' a drop of warm tears fell on Ouyang Shaochen's cheek, he was taken aback, reluctant to leave Murong Xue for a while, looking at her beautiful eyes full of tears, a trace of astonishment flashed in his eyes: "What's wrong with you?"
Murong Xue's eyes turned cold, she suddenly pushed him aside, turned over and sat up, and beat him hard: "Both my parents are dead, Ye Yichen bullied me, Du's mother and son bullied me, now, even you bully me... woo woo woo …”
There were dull pains in his arms and chest. Ouyang Shaochen didn't fight back, and didn't stop him. He put his arms around Murong Xue's waist and explained softly: "I'm sorry! I didn't mean it!"
He just wanted her to know that he liked her, but looking at her now, she still couldn't understand what he meant, she was really stupid and hopeless...
"I want to go home... I want to go home..." Murong Xue was crying with pear blossoms in the rain, and she opened her teeth and claws to increase the force of her slapping. The loose front of her clothes was torn apart in an instant, revealing her crimson bellyband and creamy skin.
Ouyang Shaochen's eyes flickered unnaturally, and he carefully pulled up her skirt.
"Okay, okay, I'll take you home, don't cry!" Coaxing her softly, he held her in his arms, took out a silk handkerchief, and gently wiped the teardrops on her cheeks, a trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes , she still loves to cry as she was when she was a child, but her personality hasn't changed much when she grows up.
The carriage stopped slowly, and Wuhen's respectful report came from outside the carriage: "My lord, we're here!"
Ouyang Shaochen hummed lightly, got out of the carriage with his arms around Murong Xue's shoulders, and slowly walked towards the gate of the mansion, which was close at hand.
Murong Xue followed Ouyang Shaochen staggering forward, saw the plaque above the gate in her hazy vision, and she suddenly stopped: "This is not my house, we went to the wrong place!"
Ouyang Shaochen glanced at the plaque, and continued walking with Murong Xue in his arms: "It's all four characters, and it's similar to your home."
The corner of Wuhen's mouth twitched, Zhen Guohou's Mansion and Xiaoyao Wang's Mansion are indeed the same four words, but the meanings are completely different, and they also represent two different mansions!
"This really isn't my house." Murong Xue frowned tightly, clutching the door frame and refusing to let go: her house is the Hou's Mansion, and the signboard says it is Wang's Mansion.
"It will be there soon!" Ouyang Shaochen coaxed and cracked her fingers.
Her parents died early, and her only elder brother also entered the military camp. What else is there to return to the Marquis of Zhenguo's Mansion? Besides, she will go back in this state, and she will have no resistance even if she is plotted against. It's better to rest here!
Murong Xue was in a daze and her body was weak, so she could only let Ouyang Shaochen loosen her fingers and lead her into the palace, her beautiful eyes were blurred, she could see things in a blur, and her steps were staggering , muttered dissatisfied: "This is not my house, I don't want to go in..."
A man in sandalwood came over. Hearing Murong Xue's words, his eyes sparkled, and he looked at Ouyang Shaochen playfully: "Senior Ouyang, what are you doing? Robbing a civilian girl?"
Murong Xue was dizzy and sleepy, and she didn't have the heart to argue with Ouyang Shaochen, so she snuggled into his arms, closed her eyes, and her consciousness quickly dissipated!
The sound of even breathing came from his arms, Ouyang Shaochen paused, hugged Murongxue horizontally, and cast a disdainful glance at the man: "I still need to grab a woman?"
The man in sandalwood coughed unnaturally. Ouyang Shaochen was noble and handsome, and countless young women were flocking to him. He really didn't need to rob him. However, the woman in his arms didn't seem to be very interested in him.
"Which family's little girl is this?" The man in sandalwood looked at Murong Xue with great interest, but saw that her face was completely buried in Ouyang Shaochen's arms, and he couldn't see her face.
"Murong's family." Ouyang Shaochen replied casually, holding Murong Xue in his arms, striding forward like the wind.
"Murong's family? Which Murong's family?" The sandalwood man didn't realize it for a moment.
"How many Murong families are there in the capital?" Ouyang Shaochen replied without turning his head, and there was a little disdain in Qingyue's voice.
The man in sandalwood was startled: "She is... Murong Xue from Zhen Guohou's residence."
Ouyang Shaochen hummed lightly, and continued walking like the wind.
The man in sandalwood clothes saw Murong Xue's haughty face in the Colosseum, and looked at Ouyang Shaochen with great interest: "Are you... serious about her?"
Ouyang Shaochen glanced at the man: "This son looks like a hypocritical and shameless villain?"
The man in sandalwood laughed unnaturally: "She is Ye Yichen's fiancée, and she and Ye Yichen are so stiff. When other men approach her, it is easy for people to think of the word 'bad intentions'..."
"Bang!" The bedroom door slammed shut, shutting the man in sandalwood outside!
The man was caught off guard, his nose hurt from being hit by the door, two streams of blood flowed out from his nostrils, he hurriedly wiped it with a silk handkerchief, and stared at the closed bedroom door bitterly: He was just telling the truth, Mr. Ouyang Why is Chen so angry with him
"Ouyang Shaochen, I have something important to tell you, come out quickly!" The man patted the door heavily, urging angrily: Just now he was only focused on teasing Ouyang Shaochen, and forgot the important thing.
"I'll talk about it tomorrow if I have anything to say. My son is going to rest." Ouyang Shaochen's cold answer came from the room.
The man in sandalwood didn't take it seriously: "It's Murong Xue who got drunk, not you, why are you resting..."
Speaking of this, a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in the man's mind, and he suddenly realized: "Ouyang Shaochen, you don't mean to... cook raw rice and cook it."