"Brother Rong, who is she!?" Ouyang Gurong walked into the Shangqing residence with Cheng Huan in his arms, and a woman dressed in a long blue dress came up menacingly.

And one of her jade hands pointed directly at Cheng Huan with cold eyes in Ouyang Gurong's arms.

It seems that the rumors in the market are true, there is a woman who claims to be Princess Rong and is in the limelight in the Amaterasu trial.

"She is Princess Rong." Ouyang Gurong looked coldly at the Huale County Lord in front of him, and there was no doubt in his tone.

As soon as he heard Ouyang Gurong's words, a pair of apricot eyes of the lord of Huale suddenly gushed with crystal liquid.

After all, it is the county lord who has been raised in the boudoir all day long, and he will feel that it is a pain in the skin at every turn.

Cheng Huan also reluctantly raised his eyelids at this time, looking deeply at the woman in front of him.

I saw her wearing a long blue dress, and her apricot eyes were already full of tears.

Her long jet-black hair was silky to her waist, her full moon earrings swaying in the wind made her skin look like congealed cream, and she wore an egg-sized ruby headdress on her forehead, which was the best among gems at a glance.

However, at this time, she was already with her hands on her waist, raising a pair of apricot eyes and looking at Cheng Huan viciously.

"I'm the lord of Huale, Brother Rong's childhood sweetheart!" Standing in front of Cheng Huan, the lord of Huale introduced himself with another arrogant voice.

Cheng Huan smiled, although the wound on his back was still spreading, but there was no half of it in a pair of splashed ink pupils.

"I'm Feng Chenghuan." Cheng Huan just replied softly.

It's just that in an instant, the county lord of Huale was stunned.

Cheng Huan smiled, just like a snow lotus that had been sleeping on the Tianshan Mountain for thousands of years, blooming in an instant.

That kind of quiet and powerful light almost stabbed the Lord of Huale County.

"Suzaku, send the county lord back to the house for me." Feeling more and more warmth in his hands, Ouyang Gurong's eyebrows and eyes were a little more cold.

If it continues like this, even if it doesn't hurt Cheng Huan's spiritual cultivation, Cheng Huan will lose too much blood.

After the cold sound landed, Ouyang Gurong walked towards the backyard with Cheng Huan in his arms.

Cheng Huan didn't say anything on his face, but Ouyang Gurong knew how much pain she had endured alone.

"Sizzle......" looked at Cheng Huan's back that was already soaked in blood, and the dragon hidden in the shadows couldn't help but gasp.

With such a few sharp wounds, Cheng Huan can still maintain an indifferent posture in front of everyone here.

What is the huge energy in this woman's heart?

Seeing the bright red behind Cheng Huan, Ouyang Gurong's narrow black eyes also flashed with a chattering cold light.

These wounds, Ouyang Gurong will definitely settle them in person.

"White Tiger, the ink doctor is here." Gently unbuttoning Cheng Huan's shirt, Ouyang Gurong raised his voice and commanded the white tiger who was guarding outside the house.

"No need, it's just some skin trauma, just take some gold sore medicine and apply it." Cheng Huan immediately stopped Ouyang Gurong's order.

In the land of Gyeonggi, at the feet of the Son of Heaven, no prince's slightest action can escape the eyes of today's son.

Cheng Huan didn't want Ouyang Gurong to make extraneous things for her repeatedly.

Cheng Huan raised his left hand with all his strength, took out the gold sore medicine secretly made by Liu Shu from the Houtu Space Treasure Ring, and put it in Ouyang Gurong's hand.

That stable energy also infected Ouyang Gurong in an instant, calming his cold feelings.

"Go back to Yunfu and wait for your life." At this time, Ouyang Gurong raised his voice again and changed the order to the white tiger guarding outside the house.

With a wave of his wide sleeves, while untying Cheng Huan's inner belly pocket, Ouyang Gurong also enchanted the area within five steps of the bed.

Obviously, Fang Cailong's inaudible sigh had been taken into Ouyang Gurong's ears.

In this way, even the dragon who is hidden next to him can't see what the two people in the enchantment are doing.

Gently wiping off the blood stains on the ice muscles for Cheng Huan, Ouyang Gurong quickly spilled out the powder of the gold sore medicine and applied it to the three scars that were deep in the bones.

"I'm afraid that this time, I'm afraid I will have to leave three terrible scars on my back." Watching Ouyang Gurong wrap gauze around his wound, Cheng Huan said with a smile in his eyebrows.

Except for the fine sweat that slightly oozes from his forehead, Cheng Huan's face still has that breezy expression.

"Huan'er, I've made you suffer." Meticulously wrapped the wound for Cheng Huan, and between Ouyang Gurong's soft words, a deep feeling of self-blame appeared for the first time.

From the first photo, after the woman was forcibly possessed by herself.

Cheng Huan's life seems to have entered a vicious circle, the painful October pregnancy, the postpartum struggle, and the subsequent trip to the Tianshan Mountains.

Everywhere is full of swords and swords, and everywhere is filled with killing and strife.

"It's a great blessing to be by your side." Raising his hand to caress Ouyang Gurong's frowning sword eyebrows, Cheng Huan replied gently.

Even if you are experiencing a life-and-death struggle every day, even if every day is full of killings.

But as long as you are accompanied by yourself, there are people who can give you warmth and touch.

Even if it's a mountain of swords and a sea of fire, Cheng Huan doesn't mind.

When the two were confessing their hearts to each other, there was a loud "bang" sound in the courtyard.

Ouyang Gurong looked up, although he was separated by a milky white barrier, it was obvious that he already knew who was coming in his heart.

"You get some rest first." Gently laying Cheng Huan's body on the side of the bed, Ouyang Gu walked out of the house like a breeze.

And waiting at the door was the previous lord of Huale in a long blue dress.

Suzaku's kung fu is not low, but compared to the shadow hand around the lord of Huale, it is still slightly inferior.

Therefore, when the commotion outside the door started, Ouyang Gurong knew that it was the lord of Huale who had returned.

"Brother Rong, we have a marriage contract, you can't leave me." A figure of Ouyang Gurong in white clothes appeared behind the door, and Hua Le hurriedly greeted Ouyang Gurong's clothes and begged bitterly.

As the daughter of the prime minister, she was canonized as the county lord since she was a child.

In the year of Jilu, she was appointed by the current saint as Ouyang Gurong's princess.

These incomparable glories have long made this woman with beautiful eyebrows and eyes proud and indulgent.

However, it was only in the face of the cold Ouyang Gurong in front of her that she would rather put down her posture, and even did not hesitate to talk to him in a pleading tone.

"Hua Le, you are not young anymore, how can you take your father's joke in the past." Quietly brushing away Hua Le's hand, Ouyang Gurong replied coldly.

"The emperor's golden words, how can it be regarded as a joke. Brother Rong, you were blinded by that vixen, but? The county lord of Huale still stretched out his hands unwillingly, and said in a mournful voice shaking Ouyang Gurong's clothes.

Cheng Huan, who happened to be lying on the bed on his side, couldn't help but freeze the corners of his mouth with a calm smile on his face.

At this moment, she suddenly didn't want to have extraordinary ear power.

Although he had the protection of the enchantment, the ruthless accusation of the lord of Huale still penetrated into Cheng Huan's ears word for word.

Vixen? At the foot of this piece of heaven, it turned out that she had won such an honor.

settled down, Cheng Huan listened carefully, but there was no follow-up.

I could only hear the footsteps of the two of them, and they walked away from the courtyard.

closed his eyes indifferently, and the grievances he had borne alone for many days came to his heart little by little.

It's just because he got to know Ouyang Gurong one step later, and he won the honor of "fox spirit".

If they learn about Tianjun's existence in the future, I am afraid that even the young children will also be criticized for no reason.

Immersed in this mournful feeling, Cheng Huan didn't even know when he closed his eyes and fell into his sleep.