Murong Xue's eyes flickered unnaturally: "That was an accident..." She didn't want to be pinched by Zhao Zhengyin, but Zhao Zhengyin's martial arts were higher than hers, and her internal strength was also deeper than hers. She couldn't break free from Zhao Zhengyin's restraint: " Definitely not next time…”
"Do you want another time?" Ouyang Shaochen suddenly raised his head to look at Murong Xue, his obsidian pupils were filled with anger.
Murong Xue blinked helplessly, okay, okay... There will be no next time, when she meets Zhao Zhengyin again, she will keep a certain distance, and never let Zhao Zhengyin grab her wrist and get close to her...
Ouyang Shaochen's complexion softened slightly, and he gave her a look of "this is almost the same", put away the wound medicine, stood up, took a snow-colored robe, and put it on slowly.
A bad premonition rose in Murong Xue's heart, and she asked tentatively, "Where are you planning to go?"
"Go to the front hall." Ouyang Shaochen said casually, after buttoning the last coral button on his outer robe, he turned around and was about to go out.
Murong Xue's eyes froze, she reached out and grabbed him: "Don't go." Zhao Zhengyin was in the front hall, and Ouyang Shaochen could see him when he went there.
No wonder Ouyang Shaochen compromised so easily, and no longer lured Zhao Zhengyin in to 'catch/rape' him. To be honest, he saw that it was not easy to lure people in, so he changed his strategy and planned to meet Zhao Zhengyin in the front hall in person.
"Why can't you go?" Ouyang Shaochen squinted at Murong Xue: the relationship between their husband and wife must be known to some people, lest he get so close to her again...
"Because... now is not a good time to let Zhao Zhengyin know the truth..." Murong Xue paused every word, with sincere eyes.
Ouyang Shaochen's eyes were cold: "Then, when do you think it's a good time to let him know the truth?"
"I don't know... Anyway, now is not a good time to tell the truth..." Murong Xue said angrily, glaring at Ouyang Shaochen.
The corner of Ouyang Shaochen's mouth curled up into a barely visible mockery, and he skillfully opened her hand, and was about to walk out. Murong Xue's eyes turned cold, and she suddenly jumped forward, and threw herself behind Ouyang Shaochen, hugging her His waist dragged his steps, and he hurriedly ordered outside the door: "Wei Feng, go to the front hall... Find a suitable reason and send Zhao Zhengyin away..."
"Yes!" The barely audible breaking wind quickly faded away.
Ouyang Shaochen's deep eyes instantly darkened a little, he grabbed Murong Xue's arm and was about to pull it away.
Murong Xue tightened her arms and hugged him tightly: "Don't leave!" Before Wei Feng came back, Ouyang Shaochen must not leave here.
Murong Xue's plain ten fingers were clasped tightly around Ouyang Shaochen's waist, and there were faint blue veins protruding from the back of her hand. Ouyang Shaochen looked at it, a look of helplessness flashed in his eyes, he paused the movement of pulling her arm away, and looked sideways. Looking at her, he said, "What are you going to do?"
"Do you need to ask?" Murong Xue's eyes were dark: She was assassinated in Mobei, and what she wanted to do the most was to find the mastermind behind her assassination, and find Luo Yunxi by the way.
"Then you don't need to make Luo Yunxi's face easy and contact Zhao Zhengyin..." Ouyang Shaochen said coldly.
Murong Xue's eyes were full of seriousness: "In Mobei now, the person who is most familiar with Luoyunxi is Zhao Zhengyin. I want to find out Luoyunxi's enemy through Zhao Zhengyin..."
"You don't need Zhao Zhengyin to find out that person!" Ouyang Shaochen coldly interrupted Murong Xue's words, a dark light flashed in his obsidian-like pupils.
Murong Xue's eyes froze: "How to check?"