The weather is too hot, the placket on the man's chest is slightly open, and the seductive blushing and heart-beating chest muscles are not exposed, and the provocative people's hearts are itching.

The well-proportioned and slender fingertips rubbed his temples, Ouyang Rongxing's eyes narrowed slightly, and he got up from the soft collapse with a slight laziness.

"Someone!" The voice is rich and domineering.

"Lord, what do you command?"

Meng Kai was shocked, and came in from outside the door.

"Where's Meng Qiao?"

"The prince wants to pass him on now?"

"Well, this king is going to bathe, and he is going to be served."

Ouyang Rong hesitated for a long time, his heart was very disturbed, he hadn't seen him since the accident, and his heart was not steady.

"Lord Wang, this." Meng Kai was spitting and spitting, and his face was embarrassed.

The prince has already bathed after returning home, does this want to bathe or to see people?

But what about the collusion between Meng Qiao and Xiao Tingxuan and others, the prince didn't know?

"What's wrong?"

"His subordinates have ordered someone to lock him up in the firewood room."

Meng Kai's words fell, and he obviously felt that his face was getting more and more ugly, as if dark clouds were pressing on the sun, and it was not necessarily quiet before the storm!

"Who gave you the power?"

Ouyang Rong's eyebrows were furrowed, and his chin was slightly raised.

"When the subordinates went there, they saw him staying with Xiao Tingxuan's people, so the subordinates planned to lock him up first, and then interrogate him slowly."

"Is there already proof?"

As soon as Ouyang Rong's words came out, Meng Kai gasped and shook his head again and again.

In the past, when he encountered such a suspicious person, the prince never slackened, but now what's wrong?

"The subordinates are not doing well, please punish the prince! Lord, Lord! ”

Meng Kai knelt on the ground, and Ouyang Rong bypassed him and strode out of the room.

The sun is blazing outside, and the inside of the firewood room is even more uncomfortable, and she doesn't know what happened to her soft and weak body.

"Subordinates see the prince!" Outside the firewood room, two guards knelt on the ground and clenched their fists.

"Open the door." The voice was as cold as frost.

The two guards did not dare to slack off and immediately opened the door.

The sun was in full bloom at noon, and the skin and flesh on the body were painful.

When the door opened, it was empty, where did the people come from?

"What about people?"

"The subordinates were still in there when they first came."

"Lord Wang, my subordinates will go and find it."

The two guards had weak legs, looked at each other, and knelt on the ground.

"No need." The sexy thin lips are slightly pursed, extending a handsome and exquisite arc, which is very charming.

The backyard of the palace is exceptionally quiet today, it is really like God's help!

Meng Qiao climbed up the high wall with joy, and his soft and white little hands immediately withdrew as soon as they touched the wall, his little cheeks bulged, and his ruddy little mouth was blowing moving.

Meng Qiao had one leg inside the mansion and one leg outside the mansion, and when he looked down, his head was dizzy.

"Aren't you scared to climb so high?"

"Don't be afraid, sizzle, it's just a little hot."

The voice was too familiar, his big watery eyes rolled, and a chill ran down his spine.

"Lord Wang, ah!" The screams were piercing and filled with helplessness.

Meng Qiao turned around suddenly, his heart flickered, and he suddenly fell.

A white figure was lightning fast, tiptoeing out, and the seemingly weak body was really as soft and fluttery as imagined.

The man tapped the wall on tiptoe, and the two landed steadily outside the palace.

On a hot afternoon, there is a rare breeze on the side, and the handsome face is slightly dyed with sweat, and the eyes are lowered.

His eyes were always glued to her, and Meng Qiao bit his lip and struggled slightly.

"Lord Wang." The crisp voice was refreshing, Ouyang Rong was stunned, his hand loosened, and he put the person down.

"Want to escape?"

Meng Qiao bit his lip, "No, no, no." ”

The originally creamy skin became black, the big watery eyes seemed to be watery and smoky, and the small mouth pursed aggrievedly.

"I don't know what's going on, I said I'm not a spy, but Master Meng doesn't believe it."

"What are you doing sneaking out of the house today?"

The man frowned, staring at her with interest.

"I, I think I've got a sweetheart, I really want to go out and have a look!"

Meng Qiao stammered and glanced at him secretly.

When the words fell, Ouyang Rong's face was obviously much uglier!

Even more excited than hearing that she is a spy! Sweat dripping!

"Didn't I buy a lot of rouge gouache last time and didn't send it yet, the little one wanted to send it to her, but I met a thief on the way, I didn't think it was a trap they made."

Ouyang Rong turned around and left, Meng Qiao bit his lip and followed closely.

"Who's your sweetheart?"

The man turned back suddenly, and Meng Qiao almost hit the strong chest.

The white clothes were slightly open, the muscles were exposed to the air, and a strong masculinity came to the surface.

"This, this, is actually Pan Sheng's sister."

Meng Qiao's cheeks flushed, and his tender fingers tugged at the hem of his clothes restlessly.

Pan Sheng?

The iceberg-like handsome face collapsed, and Ouyang Rong pretended to glance at her and turned away.

"Brother Rong, you believe me, right?"

Meng Qiao bit his lip and moved two steps behind him, his little black hands trembling at his clothes.

The three words of Brother Rong made Ouyang Rong for a while, his eyes drooped, and the corners of his lips hooked a charming arc.

------Off topic------

Er Qiao, standing outside the palace wall, you can call the eldest brother, is it baa?