Ouyang Rong's words make the audience silent.

Although everyone on the court did not know who "Xiaoshuang Niang" was shouting, and did not dare to know who was shouting, even dare not want to think about who the only "little mother" in the library building was.

But they still get numb.

In addition to holding the clouds in the pavilion, the silent Zen master who closed his eyes and kept his eyes, the different faces of everyone in the audience were changing wonderful changes.

She opened her mouth slightly and looked at the super brave young thorn history.

Mrs. Fang, Fang Ziwu was stunned.

The elegant and elegant square cuffs rotated the head, and looked at Ouyang Rong.

It was Fang Shengnan's opening, and his face was panicked. Looking back at the collection, she lowered her voice:

"Ouyang son, you whispered! The big girl is in it."

Ouyang Rong on a wooden chair, didn't care about her.

Of course, he knew that the candlers, Wei Shaoqi, Du Shuqing, and others were in the library in front of them. They were pried from the maids of the maids in the lobby.

The audience continues to quiet.

Everyone may look back at the collection building, or wait for a breath, or stare at the young thorns.

In the anxious atmosphere, the time passed by every minute.

Behind the pavilion, the small building of the book collection, the door downstairs, still motionless.

No one came out, and silent.

Some people are puzzled slightly, but they are more loose.

The people in the building seem to be busy, and there is no time to move outside.

Ouyang Rong took a wooden chair, Yan Liulang held the sword box, and the cold noodles stood behind the wooden chair.

His palm was holding his chin, squinting slightly, and looked at the small building.

There was a voice next to it, and the familiar Fang Girls, who was so annoyed and dissatisfied.

"Ouyang son, I know, you look down on me and my sister. If you say it, you will not listen at all, or you are arrogant, disdain ..."

Fang Sheng's men's words paused again, because the young people lying on the wooden chair in front of them were turning their heads, her index fingers were erected on their mouths, and they "hush".

It seemed that she was too noisy to interrupt rudely.

Fang Shengnan had a small face, and he was ashamed to pass.

The young assassin did not look at her, and did not go to the small building. She had already turned around and looked at everyone on the field.

"Does anyone see Yuezi today?"

"Yue Zizi?"

Fang Ziwu and others looked at each other, with some doubts and confusion.

Under Ouyang Rong's sight, the air was quiet for a while.

"Master assassin, Cao Min has suffering ..."

Mrs. Fang suddenly grabbed Fang Huiwu and interrupted his guilty conscience.

The woman took a step forward, and half of her body blocked her husband.

After glanced at the monk in the pavilion who was still sitting firmly, she asked in a carefully whisper to Ouyang Rong:

"Do you just come to the Yue Zizi? Do you really have not seen it today and the husband? Is there any news?"

Mrs. Fang glanced at the two daughters who seemed to be disaster next to the eyes, showing her face, referring to the sisters of Fang family:

"Are you raising his sleeves? Win men are nonsense, or do you know what knowledge does not report? Adults of assassinations ask for anger, cool outside, this, there are some foreign customers here, let's entertain it."

She showed a flattering color: "Master assassination, please follow the body, first move the Xiluo Hall. You can drink tea for a while, and let them discipline them.

The Mrs. Fang was indeed generous, and the clever words of a small event were finished.

"Madam is right, the lady is right! Master Steamed History, please, what is good to discuss, may be a misunderstanding, misunderstanding!"

Fangfu people followed Fang's women, looking forward to the young thorns on the chair, waiting for response.

Time passed one minute and one second ... the embarrassing thing happened.

Ouyang Rong's tattoos remained motionless, kept his body, and supported his chin in his right hand. The index finger joint of the left hand still rushed the wooden handle. The only change was that the pair of paint eyes turned slightly, as if looking at them.

Faced with Mrs. Fang's words, she seemed to laugh.

The atmosphere gradually embarrassed.

There is a master in the pavilion behind him. There are also those goddess -like princes in the library in the back of the hiding building, which can give some confidence.

But at a certain moment, Mrs. Fang was stared at by the sight of the young thorn.

I do n’t know if he is unwilling to develop at a high level, or a psychological effect.

All minds are the same, and selfishness has nowhere to hide.

Immediately, this invisible pressure was relieved, and Mrs. Fang found that it was the young thorn history that shifted her eyes.

He seemed good to speak, and asked again:

"What about Yu Nianyuan, have you seen it today?"

The crowd suddenly whispered.

Someone aimed at the pavilion, and someone looked at the library.

Ouyang Rong's first head:

"Oh, that's seeing, what about her, is it also inside?"

His Wei Qu's index finger pointed out a little bit of the library not far away.

There is still no one who speaks.

Mrs. Fang helped Fang to suppress Wu Wu, and they took a step back silently. They were closer to the pavilion.

Fang Shengnan, Fang Jianjian turned his face.

Ouyang Rong patted his palm, stood up from the chair, and looked at everyone like a circle.

The air suddenly became nervous.

Suddenly, there was another healthy head catching, and he whispered in the blue clothes of the piano box.

Yan Liulang, who was cold -faced, listened to his words, looked at the lobby, and immediately took a step forward. He whispered:

"Mingfu, discovered Li Yu, and the people in Fangfang were guarded in a room."

Ouyang Rong said, "Bring up."

Everyone's face changed on the court.

With less, a fat person was led to the empty land and came to Ouyang Rong.

"Son."

Li Yu shouted.

Ouyang Rong looked back at him and asked:

"Li Yu, why are you being caught?"

Hearing this laughter, Li Yu's face was ashamed.

He couldn't help but say:

"And every time the son comes to save the grass."

Li Yu scratched his head, and suddenly remembered something, and quickly said:

"Son, Cao Min is going to find you."

Ouyang Rong nodded: "I and Liulang are also looking for you."

Li Yu is ashamed:

"Son, don't hide you, say that the second daughter has come to find Cao Min and mentioned Xiao Yan's affairs ... I am heartbroken, but I am not ready to follow her. I was ready to stay in the city. But before today, Cao Min happened to see it.

The second female king took Yuezi ... that is, the embroidered mother girl, left together, Cao Min knew that you had the relationship with the embroidered girl, so he took the initiative to follow it. "

Ouyang Rong pursed his mouth, "So just want to run out of the villa, do you want to report it?"

"Hmm!" Li Yu nodded, and couldn't wait to say: "There are not many grass people seeing many people, and the second female king just evacuates the grass people by the way.

Villa, send it here. "

Ouyang Rong calmly asked: "Fang family, did Mrs. Fang see these?"

Li Yu stood next to Yan Liulang, bowed his head and thought about it, shook his head:

"They seem to be sent away by the second daughter -in -law as soon as they entered the house. They were not allowed to see the collection of the library, which is similar to the grass people, but before the grass people were sent away, they saw it faintly ...

Find someone to ask where the Zen master is, as if there is something to ask him, seeing the complexion of the second daughter, it is rare to be a bit anxious.
To be continued...