The Evil Prince and his Precious Wife: The Sly Lady

"Why is there so much smoke? What's wrong?" A puzzled exclamation suddenly sounded, very familiar.

Murong Rou's body stiffened and turned his head a little bit to see that the old lady Mrs. Song, who was wearing a sapphire blue five-birth-length pattern and wearing a dark blue emerald jade forehead, was anxiously surrounded by the maids and the maids Hurry and came over!

Looking at the blazing fire, the billowing pavilion with smoke, and the three firemen who kept rolling in the fire, Mrs. Song's eyes widened suddenly, and she exclaimed: "Heaven asks ... Xiaobai ..."

Murong Rou laughed, coldly smiled, Xiaobai, who was really intimate. The old godmother knew Song Tian had asked to steal the outside room and stolen the offspring, but not only did she not tell herself, but she walked so close to Ono Seed , She and Song Tianwen were totally a raccoon dog, united, and kept themselves in the drum for nine years ...

"You are still stunned, go and save people!" Mrs. Song ordered sharply, her eyes flashing with deep anxiety and worry.

"Yes, yes ..." Madam, the grandma woke up like a dream and hurried to the pavilion ...

Song Tian asked about all the ugly things she did. If he walked out of the pavilion alive, it would be her luck!

Murong Rou's eyes flicked and stepped forward, blocking everyone's path: "No one is allowed to approach the pavilion ..."

"Ma'am!" Ma'am, the grandma's footsteps, looking at Murong Rou in surprise, how could she be here?

"Murong Rou!" Mrs. Song was also taken aback, a blazing fire flashed from the corner of her eyes, a sudden flash of light flashed in her mind, her teeth gritted: "You fired the fire?"

"No!" Murong Rou lied without changing his face.

"Then what way do you block? Immediately let go, and the sky is about to be burned to death!" Mrs. Song shouted angrily.

Murong Rou disagreed: "Hou Ye is dying. Even if he is rescued, he won't live long. The fire in the pavilion is so strong. The maids and mammoths rushed in, and they will definitely be burned, for the sake of a dead person. It ’s not worth their burns ... "

"Shut up, Tianwen is Wu'anhou, the master of a house, maids, and grandma are all his subordinates, let alone burn for him, even if it is for his death, it should be, you should get away immediately, don't block Road! "Mrs. Song screamed loudly and glared fiercely at the maid. Grandma:" Go and save! "

"Yes!" Mammoth, the grandma nodded and rushed forward, seeing that they would cross Murong Rou and rush towards the pavilion!

Murong Rou's eyes were cold, and he suddenly pulled out the dagger hidden in his sleeve and waved indiscriminately: "No, no one will kill me!"

The dagger is extremely sharp and stained with dry blood, and it quickly flutters between the maid and the maid, and the slight bloody smell lingers on the tip of the nose, making people shudder!

Mrs. Song was angry: "Murong Rou, you are the opposite ..."

"I'm just the opposite ..." Murong Rou snarled sharply, and the sharp dagger rushed through the crowd, bringing up Dawson's coldness.

Ma'am, the maids have lived in the house for a long time. Where have you seen this kind of scene, the left and right of the hands and feet are flickering left and right, I do not know what to do, and there is a mess in front of the garden.

Mrs. Song's face is so dreadful and horrible, so many people can't even control a Murong Rou, it's a group of idiots!

"Click!" The pillar of the pavilion was burnt out by the fire, and it was about to fall down. Mrs. Song's eyes were swift, she hurried forward and grasped Murong Rou's wrist tightly, trying her best to snatch the dagger with her. , Sternly commanded: "Murong Rou gave it to me, you go to save people!"

"Yes, yes ..." Ma'am, the maids did not stop in front of them, draped in wet quilts, rushed into the pavilion after the heavy flames, and found Song Tian in the billowing smoke, Jing'er, Xiaobo, or back, Or drag, or drag people out ...

The moment I stepped out of the pavilion, only listening to the sound of "boom", the pavilion collapsed, and the heat wave that swelled made the cheeks hurt, and I could not open my eyes.

Murong Rou looked back and saw Song Tian asked. Jing'er and Xiaobai fell in front of the pavilion. The fire on their bodies was extinguished, their eyes were closed, and the whole body was covered with black paint. I wonder if it was dead or alive!

Song Tian asked that he could come out of the pavilion, and his life is so great. No matter whether he is dead or alive, she must give her another knife to ensure that his death is transparent, and her secrets can no longer be revealed!

Murong Rou's eyes were cold, and he kicked away the old Mrs. Song with a dagger and rushed towards Song Tianwen.

Mrs. Song was caught off guard. She kicked back four or five steps and squatted on the ground. The bones in her body were as painful as a broken frame. She looked pale, pointing at Murong Rou, and commanded feebly: "Quick ... ... stop her ... "

"Yes!" Mammoth, the grandmothers took orders, hula la rounded up, hugged the legs, grabbed the arms grabbed the arms, surrounded Murong Rourou.

"Go away, go away ..." Murong Rou screamed violently, struggling desperately, but she couldn't get away from the maidservant, the mammoth's restraint, the dagger in his hand fell to the ground ...

Mrs. Song let out a long sigh of relief, and looked at Song Tian, ​​whose life and death were unknown, and asked the three, anxiously commanding: "Go and ask the doctor!"

"Old lady, don't worry, someone has already gone!" The close-up grandma replied softly, squatted down, and touched Song Tianwen, Jing'er, and Xiaobai's necks, a dignity flashed across her eyes.

Mrs. Song's eyelids jumped, and she felt a bad hunch: "How are they doing?"

"Go back to the old lady, Jing'er and the young master have died, and Hou Ye has to save ..." Grandma's low answer came into her ears, and Mrs. Song only heard a bang, her head was stunned, her grandson, already The eight-year-old cute grandson died like this ...

Murong Rou is a good thing she did!

Mrs. Song ’s sharp eyes were like arrows, she shot at Murong Rou: "Drag her down and hit hard ..."

"I'm pregnant, are you sure you want to beat me?" Murong Rou interrupted her coldly, and looked at her condescendingly!

"Really?" Mrs. Song doubted her. After giving birth to Qingyan, she never heard any good news again. Now she is pregnant?

"Mr. Li from the Tai Hospital confirmed the diagnosis personally. If you don't believe it, you can ask a doctor to give me a pulse diagnosis!" Murong Rou said coldly, his eyes and brows proud.

She is now pregnant with the only male in the "Song Parent's Room". Even if she made a big mistake, Mrs. Song will take care of the child and will not treat her!

She just got this right before she was in the eyes of the public, and asked Song Tian to kill the victim without any consideration. A half-dead son is more important than a lively grandson, as long as the grandson is more important. Here, Mrs. Song will not ask her to pay her life.