"Yes... yes..." Murong Xue's eyes flickered unnaturally, a personal name flashed quickly in her mind, Ouyang Shaochen had already guessed the truth, she couldn't fool him anymore, she had to select a suitable person to deal with Ouyang Shaochen...
"I can tell the truth in your words, don't lie to me again, otherwise, I will have someone investigate immediately, and the consequences after finding out the truth..."
The cold warning sound suddenly sounded, penetrated into the eardrums, and reached directly to the heart. Murong Xue's slender body trembled suddenly, and the plans in her heart were instantly shattered, and she blurted out: "It's Zhao Zhengyin, the King of Zhenbei in Mobei, Zhao Zhengyin!"
Ouyang Shaochen's handsome face was so dark that it was about to drip ink: "Why did you get involved with him?" He was only a few days late, but she actually provoked Zhao Zhengyin... Zhao Zhengyin is not an ordinary person, but The king of Zhenbei in Mobei, with high martial arts skills, uses soldiers like a god...
"I have nothing to do with Zhao Zhengyin, Luo Yunxi has something to do with him." Fearing that Ouyang Shaochen would not understand, Murongxue hastily explained: "It's my Yi's face... and Zhao Zhengyin's sweetheart, Luo Yunxi. It's exactly the same... Luo Yunxi disappeared, Zhao Zhengyin saw me and thought I was her... "
Ouyang Shaochen's gloomy expression was even more frightening, he looked at Murong Xue coldly and did not speak.
"I didn't lie this time. If you don't believe me, you can ask someone to investigate. Luoyunxi is indeed a real person. He is seventeen years old and is the Princess of Zhenguo in Mobei." Murong Xue looked directly at Ouyang Shaochen, speaking with confidence : "When I changed my appearance... I don't know if there will be someone in Mobei who looks exactly like me... Zhao Zhengyin admitted the wrong person, so I can't blame me..."
The corner of Ouyang Shaochen's mouth curved into a cold smile: "You are not Luo Yunxi, why didn't you tell Zhao Zhengyin?" Her real appearance is completely different from Luo Yunxi, as long as she washes off her disguise, she can get rid of it. Zhao Zhengyin, but she didn't wash it, so she dangled in front of Zhao Zhengyin with that face that resembled Luo Yunxi...
"I didn't hang around in front of Zhao Zhengyin!" Murong Xue yelled angrily, and glared at Ouyang Shaochen angrily: "I was walking around the capital wearing a disguise, in order to lure out the mastermind behind my murder, and look for Luo Yun by the way. creek..."
"Okay, okay...don't talk to me about the purpose of your disguise, I just want to ask, why didn't you refuse when Zhao Zhengyin hugged you?" Ouyang Shaochen interrupted Murongxue's words sharply, coldly look at her.
Murong Xue hurriedly said: "I refused, the moment Zhao Zhengyin touched me, I refused..." It's just that Zhao Zhengyin hugged me too tightly, and she didn't push him away for a while, so the breath on his body was stained...
Ouyang Shaochen looked at Murongxue for a moment, but didn't speak. Murongxue felt weak when he saw him, and said bravely: "I can't blame this matter..." She didn't want to be hugged tightly by Zhao Zhengyin, let alone get infected. On his breath...
Ouyang Shaochen suddenly reached out and grabbed her skirt, and pulled it hard, the buttons on the skirt collapsed in an instant, and fell down with crackling, revealing the crimson apron inside...
"What are you doing?" Murong Xue was furious, stretched out her hand to slap Ouyang Shaochen's hand away, and glared at him angrily.
"You still want to keep this dress that is dyed with Zhao Zhengyin's breath..." Ouyang Shaochen squinted at Murong Xue, his dark eyes glinted.
Murong Xue shook her head hastily: "Of course I don't want to."
"Since you don't want to, what are you still wearing it for?" Ouyang Shaochen asked coldly.
"I didn't bring a skirt, I threw this one away, what should I wear?" Murong Xue asked angrily.
"Wear my robe." Ouyang Shaochen said in a low voice, grabbed Murong Xue's skirt, peeled off the skirt, crumpled it into a ball, threw it into a corner, opened the secret compartment, and took out a snow-colored robe , was about to be draped on Murong Xue, and I didn't want to, the faint fragrance of fire lotus, mixed with the faint fragrance of cold plum lingering around the tip of the nose, Ouyang Shaochen's complexion sank again, looked at Murong Xue and said: "Your apron It seems to be infected with Zhao Zhengyin's breath... "
"It's impossible..." Murong Xue shook her head, and raised her hand to protect her chest. Her skirt was neither thick nor thin. It was impossible for Zhao Zhengyin's aura of cold plums to pass through her skirt and get onto her bellyband.
"But I smell the fragrance of cold plums." Ouyang Shaochen said coldly, reached out and pulled off Murong Xue's bellyband, and threw it into the corner.
Murong Xue was furious, grabbed the outer skirt and put it on her body, and punched Ouyang Shaochen: Bullying her again, I'm so mad...
Ouyang Shaochen turned sideways slightly, avoiding Murong Xue's attack, stretched his arms around her waist, pressed her on the velvet blanket, looked at her for a moment, his dark eyes were as deep as ink...
Murong Xue's eyelids twitched violently when he saw him, and a bad premonition arose in her heart, she glared at Ouyang Shaochen and said, "You... what are you doing..."
"You seem to be stained with the fragrance of cold plums too, I'll help you to cover up the fragrance of cold plums." Ouyang Shaochen said in a low voice, his slender jade-like hands moved unscrupulously on Murong Xue's body...
Murong Xue stared at the sky speechlessly. Is there a scent of cold plum on her body? What I said was too exaggerated, how could the cold plum fragrance on Zhao Zhengyin's body be dyed on her body through a layer of skirt and a layer of apron...
The moist touch came from her lips, and Murong Xue suddenly came back to her senses, only to see Ouyang Shaochen's poetic and handsome face was close at hand, and her thin lips rolled and kissed lightly on her lips...