The pink and tender little fists were clenched tightly, the good-looking willow eyebrows were frowned, Meng Qiao broke free from his embrace, snorted lightly, and smashed his chest with a punch.

"Ahem."

Ouyang Rong coughed lightly, touched his chest, and immediately caught up with him with big strides.

"Little Joe."

"Little Joe?"

The little face of the white and tender water spirit was very entangled, Meng Qiao puffed out his cheeks, stepped on his feet angrily, turned around and ran.

It didn't hurt, the tingling sensation on the surface of his feet spread instantly, and Ouyang Rong sneered, a little crying and laughing.

"I'm scared to death, you're still lying to me."

The soft white jade fingertips were rubbed by the hot big hand for a while, and Meng Qiao shrank his neck and stopped.

"This king is wrong."

A heavy apology appeared on her handsome face, and her hot hands led her to her cheek, and she was about to slap her as she spoke.

The tender fingertips immediately curled up, and Meng Qiao gasped and quickly withdrew his hand from his.

Meng Qiao bit her lip and mentioned that she was the real liar.

"If you hadn't arrived in time, I'm afraid I would have died a long time ago, you're right, it's someone else who is wrong."

Hearing this, Ouyang Rong's expression was stern.

"Xue Qian is investigating, this person is not small, he dares to make trouble in this palace and take medicine."

The sword eyebrows frowned, and the man took her into his arms, and it couldn't be tighter.

"Shhhh

His arm was squeezed by him, and a tingling sensation hit him strongly, as if he had been pricked all over his body, which made people feel uneasy.

Meng Qiao gasped, "Light, it hurts." ”

There was a dizziness in front of him, and his feet instantly lifted off the ground.

The man picked her up domineeringly, and strode towards the room.

Every time she got here, she was scared, and every time she was thrown down by him with red eyes.

Meng Qiao passively tugged at the fabric on his chest, the corners of his lips were pursed, and an unnatural look appeared on his white and tender little face.

The man gently laid her down on the bed, his slender fingertips trying to take off her shoes and socks.

"Phew, don't move!"

Sensing his intentions, Meng Qiao's shoulders trembled, and he nervously pressed his big hand.

"Damn!"

Ouyang Rong's eyebrows were furrowed, and he slammed his fist on the bed, Meng Qiao's shoulders were crouched, his hands were wrapped around his knees, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, and he felt that his body was trembling, and his little appearance looked pitiful.

"Well, I didn't say anything about you."

Ouyang Rong's words fell, and Meng Qiao nodded lightly.

"Don't be angry, I feel like it's aimed at me."

"That's why this king is angry."

His watery eyes flickered up and down twice, Meng Qiao puffed out his cheeks, and his hands were released from his knees.

"Lord Wang, even if we swear goodbye, I won't be safe now."

The slender fingertips picked up the smooth and tender minibus, and Ouyang Rong hooked the corner of one side of his lips, and his thin lips approached.

"I'm too close to you, and I'm jealous no matter what."

The ruddy little mouth opened lightly, and the long eyelashes flickered, about to scratch the man's skin.

"This king won't give you this opportunity either."

Ouyang Rong chuckled and kissed the little red cherry-like mouth with a little water.

Meng Qiao ducked back and gave him a blank look.

"Come on, you can't do it without rubbing the medicine."

Ouyang Rong calmed down, now is not the time to be cranky, she still has injuries on her body.

Meng Qiao nodded slightly, his cheeks flushed.

Knowing that she was shy, he stopped embarrassing her.

Meng Qiao gently removed his shoes and socks, rolled up his sleeves, his white and tender skin was panicked, the man took a heavy breath, and reluctantly turned around to bring the ointment.

The white and cute little feet were grasped by the man, and the hot big hands trembled for fear of hurting her.

Ouyang Rong carefully took out the ointment, and his slender fingertips fell gently, slowly rubbing it on the red and swollen areas.

Xu hurt her, her toes like white jade beads curled up slightly, and the tips of Hook's heart trembled.

After wiping it all, Ouyang Rong was covered in sweat and was extremely tormented.

"You lie down first, and I'll go and breathe."

Ouyang Rong put away the medicine, washed his hands and touched her head.

Meng Qiao nodded, just after touching the medicine, his arms and calves could only be exposed, the medicine was excellent, it was cold, and he really didn't feel any pain.

With a smile on the corner of his lips, the man walked to the side and sat cross-legged on the soft collapse, his handsome starry eyes slightly closed, motionless.

Although the poison on the body has been resolved, the body is still not as good as before, and all parties are eyeing each other, so they have to take precautions, and they must be adjusted in a short time, otherwise they are likely to have the upper hand.

The watery eyes slowly closed, the effect of the medicine came too quickly, and the cold feeling at first gradually dissipated, and a hot feeling rose.

"Hmm."

Afraid that the ointment would rub on the futon, Meng Qiao cautiously turned over and couldn't help but snort.

"Ahem!"

Not far away, the man suddenly coughed!

Barely resisting the deep sleepiness, Meng Qiao slowly opened his eyes.

He had already opened his eyes and was looking impatiently at this side.

"Lord Wang, what's wrong with you?"

Meng Qiao jumped out of bed with his pants and ran to his side barefoot.

"You little goblin."

Ouyang Rong breathed rapidly, breathed heavily, held up the back of her head with his big hand, and kissed her fiercely.

The watery eyes suddenly widened, and the tender little hands were between the two, Meng Qiao struggled uncomfortably, and when he was about to lose his breath, the man finally let go.

She snorted suddenly, making him almost angry and go crazy!

"I'm ignoring you!"

Meng Qiao covered his mouth, his face was red and his heart was beating, it was too dangerous in front of him, so he paid attention and trotted all the way back to his room.

The man's sword eyebrows were slightly raised, and he had no intention of practicing again.

"Knock knock!"

There was a sudden knock on the door, and there was nothing particularly important, no one dared to disturb it.

Ouyang Rong got up and went down to the ground and opened the door himself.

"Lord Wang, there are already eyebrows."

Xue Qian stood in front of the door and leaned over and hugged his fist.

Ouyang Rong nodded, as if he already had a number in his heart.

Xue Qian stepped forward knowingly and whispered cautiously.

"Don't startle the snake in advance, secretly dispose of those two fake guards, and say to the outside world that this king and Xiao Qiao are poisoned."

Ouyang Rong hesitated, withdrew the guards at the door, set up a soundproof array, and explained the plan to Xue Qian one by one.

"Yes, Lord Wang!"

Xue Qian nodded, the prince made a move, no matter who it was, he was only passive.

Time flies so fast that it gets dark in a blink of an eye.

I slept very soundly, and when I woke up, my calves and arms were almost fine.

Meng Qiao stretched his waist, moved his muscles and bones, and was startled as soon as he pushed the door open.

"You've been here?"

The man changed his clothes, looking refreshing and handsome.

Meng Qiao subconsciously wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, he had just woken up, for fear of leaving some saliva marks and being ridiculed by him.

Ouyang Rong nodded, pulled her little mouth and dragged the person to him.

"I want something for you."

What the man said was very mysterious, and he hesitated for a long time before saying it.

"What is it?"

His eyes lit up, and Meng Qiao suddenly became interested!

There was a hint of concern on her handsome cheeks, and she wanted to give it but was afraid that she would be angry and would mind.

He slowly opened the drawer of the table, and only a pink handkerchief was placed in the spacious drawer.

Meng Qiao followed him and squatted on the ground, and when he saw the object in front of him clearly, the goodwill he had just cultivated was swept away.

A chill invaded fiercely, and from the inside out, there was no place full of warmth.

She still couldn't forget the last time he was angry with her because of this handkerchief, which was far more valuable than the gold, silver and jewelry.

She said that her hometown was in a bad situation, and he actually wanted to transfer 200,000 taels of silver to help her, even if she was so generous, he would be angry when she looked at this handkerchief more, did she drink too much today?

Meng Qiao bit his lip and quickly stood up.

"What's wrong?"

The strong and powerful hand was just about to cover her arm, Meng Qiao dodged awkwardly, and the man's hand fell directly into the air, hanging in the air.

"Is the prince going to give this to me?"

The soft fingertips twisted the hem of the clothes, the little face that had just eased up was a little pale, and the big watery eyes were full of grievances.

I couldn't have imagined that he would want to give this thing to her, and to give her such a loyal thing, was it to show his sincerity?

Love for whom?

"Yes." The slender hand carefully picked up the handkerchief in the drawer, and the treasure was very good.

"I don't want it!"

Meng Qiao's chest rose and fell strictly, and he twisted his face awkwardly.

"Don't be stupid, he just likes her appearance, how can a person like him be gentle, and after gentleness, it will be a raging bullying!"

Meng Qiao breathed a long sigh of relief, and his chest was suffocated.

Remembering what he had promised him, he regretted it to the fullest.

"Listen to what this king tells you."

Jian frowned, the man probably guessed the reason why he was so resistant, and he didn't know the bottom of his heart.

"I don't want to have anything to do with you anymore, what a March appointment, it won't take so long, I hate you to death now!"

The crisp voice was a little sharp, and the guards guarding the door all heard it, and they all lowered their heads and pretended not to hear anything.

For the first time, I knew that someone could bully the prince like this, and even the emperor had to give three points, this maid was really upside down, or she was a nemesis specially sent by God.

The prince has changed, and they don't know each other.

"There are some things you and I will talk about slowly." Ouyang Rong's face was stern and solemn.

"I don't want to hear it, and I don't want to talk to you! I've always felt that you are a very wise person, how can you do such a thing, how can you do this to me? My heart is fleshy, I will be tempted, I will be sad! ”

His watery eyes were filled with warm liquid, his rosy little mouth was slightly open, and his speech was crackling very fast.

"I don't like pink, I don't like you forcing me, I'm who I am, I don't want to be at your mercy!"

"Not what you think."

Ouyang Rong listened to it and probably understood.

"I'm leaving."

His eyes drooped, Meng Qiao bit his lip, and suddenly had a feeling of seeing through the red dust.

"Where are you going?"

The waves were surging, the bright starry eyes narrowed slightly, and the man stepped forward to stop her.

She is not small, Wei Yun and Meng Liuyan are much shorter than her, but standing in front of him, she is a small bird, and she is completely accommodated.

"Since you promised me that if I hadn't fallen in love with you, you would have sent me away."

I remember his sweet words that night.

Long pain is better than short pain, this was his advice.

In a short period of time, she was the first to fall.

"I'm not in love with you." Moncho added.

The eyes were full of tears, the big watery eyes were foggy, the handsome figure gradually blurred in front of him, and the rebellious heart was restless all the time, like a flood erupting, and it couldn't be suppressed at all.

"Three months is not yet up."

The corners of Ouyang Rong's lips pursed slightly, and his face was extremely stern.

"But I don't want to see you anymore."

The words are loud, and the sound is heartbreaking!

Ouyang Rong's chest rose and fell, and he didn't know how that pink little mouth could say such hurtful words, his starry eyes were round, and his big iron tong-like hands tightly grasped her lotus root.

The powerful force squeezed the soft body into the corner of the wall, and his back was cold, and Meng Qiao gasped.

The pink handkerchief, she vaguely felt familiar, Meng Liuyan once took one, and it was almost exactly the same.

"Little thing, it's just that you deceived this king, how can you be so unreasonable?"

The tight texture clings to her chest, leaving her no room for it.

"Miss Meng is reasonable, you are more suitable, don't pester me anymore!"

The tender arms pushed him hard, and the screams were trembling, which made people's hearts ache.

"What does it have to do with someone else if I give you a handkerchief?"

Xu was really tired, his delicate shoulders were shaking, Meng Qiao raised his leg and kicked him, but he didn't seem to be in pain at all, and he didn't move.

"I don't want to see you, I don't want to see you."

The man's body was strong and sturdy, and he couldn't push at all.

Meng Qiao was helpless, and raised his snow tender lotus arm to block his eyes.

This awkward little appearance has a unique flavor, Ouyang Rong really couldn't help it, and actually laughed out loud.

"Little thing, the way you cry is so charming."

The man leaned forward, his burning breath spitting out on his neck, and Meng Qiao shrank his neck.

Hearing him say this, she really stopped crying.

"You're finally exposed, you just wanted to play with me from beginning to end, you think I was bought from Baihualou, and you think I'm low!"

Meng Qiao nudged him again, but the man remained indifferent.

"Sue the king, what are you awkward?"

The big hand suddenly grabbed the lotus arm, and Meng Qiao struggled with resistance, for fear that it would hurt her, so he had to take it tentatively.

I don't know how long it took, Meng Qiao had already lost his body, his ruddy little mouth was slightly open, he was panting heavily, and his arm was easily taken off by him.

The original bright big eyes were red, snot and tears were all over his face, pitiful, and his sleeves were wet.

"I'm not embarrassed."

Meng Qiao was just about to turn her face away, but the man had already seen through her thoughts, and his big hand imprisoned the smiling face firmly, and he had to look at him directly.

"This king has never thought of anything else, he just wants to be good to you."

Meng Qiao was just about to bend down and escape from under his armpit, but he was grabbed back by someone, and he was pressed tightly against the wall and his chest, forming infinite torment with one cold and one hot.

Her heart was beating faster, and it was already overloaded by her.

"For as long as I can remember, this veil has followed. The master said that when he went out hunting in a heavy snowfall one year, he met me, wrapped in a red cloak and carrying this pink handkerchief in his arms. ”

The bright starry eyes were lowered, and the man's tone was soft, whispering grief, and slowly tearing the wound open to show her.

Meng Qiao was shocked, and was about to speak, but his lips were sealed by him.

"The master said, the weather is cold, and the water is sprinkled into ice, but I am not dead. If you don't die in a great calamity, you will have a blessing in the future. He fed me wolf milk every day and raised me. You say, did the master and the old man say that he met you? ”

Meng Qiao lowered his head, wanting to slap himself.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have lost my temper with you, I don't know."

Meng Qiao buried his head in his chest, his delicate shoulders kept shaking, and he sobbed one after another, and he couldn't stop at all.

"Little thing, whose do you think this handkerchief belongs to?"

Ouyang Rong couldn't cry or laugh, and hooked her chin with one hand.

The pear blossoms bring rain, and the pitiful little appearance is very abrasive, making people can't help but want to swallow it.

"I, I thought it was a token of love between you and Miss Meng. I thought you were making a fuss, that's why you used me to anger her, I thought you missed this handkerchief because you didn't forget the old feelings. ”

The crisp and raw words were intermittent, and the hearts of those who listened were crisp.

"Who do you think of me? Will take the token of love with others and give it to you, little thing, you sue me, is this paste or rice porridge? ”

The warm big hand covered her little brain melon, and rubbed it dotingly.

"You hate me for being stupid!"

"You and I have broken the March appointment, don't wait, you're already in love with me."

A thick smile appeared on his handsome face, as if he had encountered a great event, and the man was not happy.

"Who said I was in love with you?"

With a blushing face, Meng Qiao turned his face away and didn't look at him.

"No matter, it's just you."

Ouyang Rong smiled, lowered his head and kissed the tender little face.

"Did you know that Miss Meng also has a handkerchief like this?"

Meng Qiao glanced at him, and suddenly felt that it was time to change his stinky temper.

Ouyang Rong paused, he was not impressed.

"Maybe she embroidered it herself."

"She likes you, we can all see it."

Meng Qiao bit his lip and rubbed tears onto his shirt angrily.

"You guys?"

Ouyang Rong's eyebrows furrowed, he had never thought about it in this regard.

"Everyone in the house knows and knows that Miss Meng is going to marry you in the future."

As soon as the words fell, her nose was shaved by her, and she was extremely spoiled.

"Xiao Jiading has already moved Hongluanxing, hasn't he?"

"Not really!"

With a wide, watery eye, he reached out and pushed him away.

"Is the master you are talking about also Miss Meng's master?"

Ouyang Rong shook his head, "No, a few years ago, I went around to learn from teachers, and there were many masters. ”

"In my eyes, this is the most dazzling color, and it is my life."

Ouyang Rong paused, raised his hand again to pick up the handkerchief, looked at it carefully, and was once again deeply immersed in the master's description and memories.

He has thought a lot about it over the years, could it be that his father has lost his mother, and his mother doesn't want him in a fit of anger.

"I listened to what you said, this veil is too important to you, I really can't ask for it, you better keep it well, not only keep a thought, maybe you can also find your relatives!"

Meng Qiao bit his lip and tugged at his sleeve.

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