"Lingyunxuan" is Vantage's favorite resting place on weekdays. Needless to say, there are a variety of treasures inside, that is, the corridor is tortuous, and the rockery pool is the culmination of the garden craftsmen of the Chinese country. Vantage likes elegant things, most of the rare treasures collected from all over the country are placed here, and they boast that they have the ambition of Lingyun, so they renamed this place "Lingyun".

On weekdays, Ouyang Zhen has come and gone here a lot, but he has never been as nervous as he is today.

The kingdom of China is gone, who has the ability and who is qualified to live here?

Ouyang Zhen's mind turned rapidly, and the answer in his heart was about to come out. And why did she come here? Who is it for?

She turned her head suddenly, and saw Su Yanqing's handsome face under the palace lamp with a trace of remorse, the palace lamp was blown by the night wind, and his face finally couldn't be seen clearly.

Ouyang Zhen only felt a thump in her heart, as if her heart had been smashed into thousands of petals, and the sharp despair had not overwhelmed her, a pair of hands twisted her hands violently, quickly tied her hands, and pushed her forward.

With a "bang", she was locked in the "Biyue Pavilion" in the "Lingyun Xuan". His mouth was also gagged with a thick cotton cloth, and his limbs were tied and covered on the bed.

In the past, she was once known as the first beauty in China who walked like willows blowing in the wind and sat in a leisurely garden and flowers shining on the water, but now she has no image at all and is tied up like a zongzi.

Ouyang Zhen only felt that he couldn't even cry, and the poignant despair was all covered by helplessness and panic. If she guessed correctly, she must have been used as a tool to warm the bed to the Hou Ye.

The crimson shark silk tent is gently and thinly supported on the four sides of the bed, covered with crescent white satin, and there are several pictures of famous Chinese women hanging on the wall, and several delicate and lovely ladies are laughing and fluttering butterflies, and their faces are like spring. There are also beautiful ladles made of mutton fat jade on the next few cases of Duobaoge...... The ambiguous color that filled the room made her feel a breath from her chest.

No, she can't just lie down and do nothing. When did she Ouyang Zhen become such a lamb waiting to be killed? The blow to her from the great changes in the destruction of the country almost made her lose her true nature. Now there is no way to avoid it, and only by finding a way can you keep yourself safe.

Ouyang Zhen struggled and moved for a while, making his head drenched in sweat, but he only moved a small piece of ground, but his bound hands became more and more painful. I don't know how long it took, there seemed to be a commotion outside the door, Ouyang Zhen couldn't care about the pain in his hands anymore, he bit his silver teeth, turned over and rolled off the bed.

With a "bang", her forehead touched the ground, and she only felt that tears flowed out of her eyes. Holding back the pain of moaning, she gritted her teeth against the ground and rolled towards a heavy curtain in the room, if she could escape tonight, she must think of an escape. She still has Ling Yu who is outcast, and Ling Xiang who Concubine De entrusted to her, she must live and see them with her own eyes......

She was contemplating how to hide, when she saw a pair of black boots standing silently in front of her, and her exclamation was only choked in her throat with a cotton cloth, and became a ridiculous babbling sound.

The next moment, I only felt that the world was spinning, and when I could see it clearly, I had fallen on the bed.

When his face touched the soft quilt, he was suffocated by his breath.

"Who are you?" A deep voice sounded coldly behind her. Ouyang Zhen was easily pressed on the bed by one of his hands, only to feel that the air in his chest was pressed out little by little, almost suffocating.

Cold sweat slowly rolled down her cheeks. Ouyang Zhen couldn't speak, and he didn't dare to struggle, but the man behind him didn't mean to let go of her.

"If you don't speak, do you think Ben Hou has no choice?" The voice of the man who called himself Ben Hou was as cold as frost, and a fierce murderous aura went straight to the back of Ouyang Zhen's head, if he had a knife in his hand, it was estimated that her head would fall to the ground. Ouyang Zhen thought with a wry smile.

"Bang!" With a bang, Ouyang Zhen was thrown to the ground by him, and the cool moonlight illuminated her face a little clearly, and a trace of surprise flashed in the man's eyes, and then disappeared.

Ouyang Zhen felt that almost all the bones in his body were broken, and his whole body hurt. There were tears in his clear eyes, but he never refused to roll down.

"It turned out to be you." The man's voice was as deep as Tan Shui.

Ouyang Zhen concentrated his gaze and looked up at him. He was facing the window, as if he was leaning leisurely on the low table in front of the window, but his eyes were shining brightly, piercing people's hearts.

The two were silent. There is a strong smell of wine in the air, which is the imperial wine of Huaguo "Pear Blossom White". This wine is light in the mouth, but it has great stamina. Ouyang Zhen flashed this thought, and was stunned to find that he had such leisure to pay attention to such a trivial matter.

The next moment, her mouth was relieved, and it turned out that he had removed the cotton cloth from her mouth.

"What are you doing here?" Chu Huotian asked coldly, his eyes full of guard.

When Ouyang Zhen heard this, he didn't know how but wanted to laugh, it turned out that he was a slave who wanted to please the lord, and presented himself as a tribute, but he didn't know? Thinking about the slight upward movement of the corners of his mouth, he immediately gasped in pain. The wound on his forehead was still throbbing.

Chu Huotian looked coldly at the woman half-lying on the ground, she had a face that was so beautiful that every man couldn't help but pity, but her eyes were cold and mocking, looking at him, she didn't know how to avoid dodging, and she didn't have a trace of fear.

The alcohol surged up one after another, and he only felt that his whole body was uncomfortably hot, and his eyes began to blur, but the habit he had developed over the years made him hold on and look at her vigilantly.

Although it's just a woman who has been tied up with flowers.