Chapter 67

A gust of wind blowing, Ouyang Shaochen light inquiry passed over: "there are a lot of Yangcao on the mountain, are you ready to store the warehouse?"

"Don't worry, it's been ready for a long time. I've arranged a lot of bodyguards around the warehouse. Even if some night owls sneak into the Hou's house, they can't destroy the diyangcao..." Murong Xue is smiling.

Even if it is destroyed, it doesn't matter. Diyangcao doesn't grow in Yunnan, and yeyichen can't monopolize it completely. It's no problem to find enough diyangcao to continue her life with the people and financial resources of the Marquis of Zhenguo.

Yeyichen looks gloomy. Last time, he sent dark guards to sneak into the Duke's house of Zhenguo and destroyed Murong Xue's huolianzi. Murong Xue's gangsters are alluding to him!

It has been many days since the incident, and she is still intact. She has no life at all. How can she still hate him?

Looking up to Murong Xue, she saw that she came to the bottom of the mountain, looking up at the straight up and down of the mountain, gently frowned: "the mountain is so high, the road is so steep, let's walk on it, won't fall down?"

The road is actually a shallow concave road that people step on the stone. It is small, narrow and bare. There is no vegetation on the whole mountain wall. If you slip under your feet when climbing, you can't catch half of the grass and trees, and you can only fall down

Looking at her worried little face, Ouyang Shaochen Mou bottom dyed a wipe of clear smile: "don't worry, we don't go mountain road!"

"No mountain road?" Murong snow a Zheng: "that how to go up?"

Ouyang Shaochen's mouth curved with a beautiful radian, bending down and holding murongxue. In her stunned eyes, her slender figure leaped up like a cloud straight up to the mountain. Her snow colored clothes and robes fluttered in the wind, natural and elegant, and elegant!

Murong Xue nestled in his arms, her light blue skirt fluttered and fluttered, like a waterfall's ink hair, and Ouyang Shaochen, who was dressed in snow clothes, was as beautiful as a painting scroll.

Ye Yichen looks iron green and stares at Ouyang Shaochen tightly. Murong Xue nestles in the figure. The bottom of his eyes twinkles with cold light. The invisible spirit of killing spreads quickly. A Yi's body trembles, and his eyelids jump violently. He glances at a little purple corner and says in a quick voice: "prince, Princess Qin's condition seems to be getting worse again!"

Night Yichen suddenly looked back and looked down. Qin YuYan's face was red and her breath was a little short. He could clearly feel that her temperature had risen a lot through her thin clothes!

YuYan's condition is getting more and more serious. He can't delay too much. Let Ouyang Shaochen go for a while, and there will always be a chance to compete with him again.

Embracing Qin Yuyan, ye Yichen turns around and strides forward without looking back. In the wind comes his cold command: "out of the mountain!"

Ouyang Shaochen, who was in the air, glanced at him lightly. He bent his mouth with a light sarcasm and fell lightly on the mountain.

Murong Xue's eyes flashed unnaturally. She turned over and fell to the ground. What she could see was a piece of golden light. Countless diyangcao bathed in the sun and swayed gently with the breeze!

So much yang grass, she may not use up in her life, even if the cold poison attack again frequently, she also need not worry.

Murong Xue pulled out the soft sword from her waist with twinkling eyes. The herbs were harvested with special tools, but there was only this soft sword around her. She had no other tools, so she could only use the soft sword to cut Yang grass.

Ouyang Shaochen glanced at the shining soft sword and frowned slightly: "there are not tens of thousands of Diyang grass here, and there are thousands of them. You can't cut them all in three days and three nights with it!"

"What about that?" Murong Xue looked sideways at him.

Ouyang Shaochen is full of disgust: so simple method, she unexpectedly all can't think of, is really enough stupid!

Finger flick, a strong internal force fly out, straight across the root of the grass, in an instant, golden Diyang grass root cut off, neat fell to the ground.

That's OK! Mu Rongxue opened his eyes in surprise and exclaimed: his martial arts are not the same. He can not only fly up and down the mountain, but also instantly harvest the Yang grass. The modern harvester is not as good as his martial arts. The son of Xiaoyao King deserves his reputation

Seeing Xunfeng and Wuji flying up with more than ten big bamboo baskets, she hurried over to take over a large bamboo basket, and happily put the grass into the bamboo basket.

Two hours later, all the diyangcao were installed. Murongxue, Ouyang Shaochen, Xunfeng and Wuji went down the mountain and took diyangcao out of Yushan!

There are three cars at the foot of the mountain. One is the horse drawn carriage of the Marquis of the town, and the other two are the carts pulling things.

Murong Xue directed the Houfu servants to move the diyangcao to the scooter, tied it carefully, and confirmed that there was nothing wrong with it. She was relieved for a long time: diyangcao is here, and her life is guaranteed!

The faint fragrance of tea lingers on the tip of his nose. It is Ouyang Shaochen who is sitting at the stone table under the big tree to taste tea. His snow colored clothes pour down, making his born Tsinghua and noble more and more outstanding.

Murong Xue blinked his eyes. Shi Shi ran walked over and said with a smile: "thank you for your help this time. How did you come to Yushan?"

"Flying with flying skills!" Ouyang Shaochen's voice is light, and his deep pupils are hidden behind the curling heat, which makes people unable to see the look in his eyes.Murong Xue was stunned. No wonder there was no car or horse in the neighborhood except the carriage and scooter of the Marquis of the town. Ouyang Shaochen didn't come by car or by horse.

Ouyang Shaochen flew from the capital to Yushan, and walked with her in the mountains for two days and a night, which helped her a lot. She consumed a lot of physical strength and internal power, and didn't have much rest. Her energy must be very bad. It would be very unreasonable for him to fly back by himself.

"If you don't dislike it, you can go back to Beijing in the carriage of marquis house with me. As for Wuji and Xunfeng, let them take the scooter with the coachman and the bodyguard!"

"Good!" Ouyang Shaochen pondered for a moment, nodded, put down his tea cup, and walked slowly to the horse drawn carriage of the Marquis, with a very shallow arc in the corner of his mouth.

The carriage is covered with expensive blankets. It's very comfortable. The light fragrance is like snow and lotus, which is the fresh fragrance of Murong Xue.

Ouyang Shaochen's eyes sank and sat in front of the window opposite Murong snow, looking at her tired little face and gently frowning: "are you very tired?"

Murong Xue nodded. There was no rest for two days and nights. She was about to die of sleepiness: "the son of a generation, tea sets, tea leaves, water, Qin, chess, books, Xiao, and angri. You can help yourself. I'll have a rest first!"

In modern times, she can't sleep for three days and nights without any problems. But now she is too weak to hold on for such a long time. Up to now, it is the limit.

"Good!" Ouyang Shaochen nodded and saw Murong Xue take out a soft pillow from the dark lattice. He fell asleep under his head, even the thin quilt was not covered.

How can't you take care of yourself!

Ouyang Shaochen frowned, opened the dark grid, was ready to take a thin quilt, eyes saw Murong snow eyebrows slightly frown, seems to sleep very uneasy.

His eyes congealed, pressed the dark grid, carefully took Murong snow into his arms

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