The man behind the hand grabbed the board and dragged her out ...
Looking at the man's beautiful face and horrified eyes, Murong Xue's eyes narrowed sharply: "Song Qingyan, why are you?"
Song Qingyan flashed a trace of confusion, and returned to normal immediately, smiling Yingying: "Sister Xue'er, we met again, what a coincidence!"
"It's really a coincidence, where I am, where you are, I want a bowl of wonton stew, and the hot steam exudes the breath of your little fingernails ..." Murong Xue raised his eyebrows and looked at Song Qingyan, his eyebrows were light. ridicule.
Shocked by Song Qingyan's heart, he quickly hung down his sleeves, covering his entire hand, and unnaturally laughed a few times: "My cousin Xue'er is talking, I don't understand."
"Really? Then I said more clearly. What did you put in my wonton stew bowl?" Murong Xue's suddenly raised voice was as cold as ice. He heard Song Qingyan's body trembling and his eyes flashing unnaturally. Flashed: "The cousin laughed. Your bowl of wonton stew was not made by me. What can I put ..."
"Then how do you explain that the strange taste in the bowl of ravioli is exactly the same as the remaining taste in your little fingernails?" Murong Xue looked at her coldly, pressing harder and harder.
Song Qingyan's eyes flashed and she clenched her little finger: "This taste is not a weird taste, but a rich aroma formed by the agglomeration of various dishes ... the taste is really not very good, but there are so many stalls here." , In my hand, in the cousin's bowl, it is inevitable that this taste is contaminated ... Cousin don't be too careful ... "
"In this way, Miss Song feels that the weird taste is just a rich aroma, and there is nothing wrong with this bowl of wonton stew?" Murong Xue looked at Song Qingyan momentarily.
"Naturally is no problem!" Song Qingyan nodded smilingly.
"Since that is the case, please ask Song to stew this bowl of ravioli ..." Murong Xue said coldly, grabbed Song Qingyan and came to the table, shook her hand and pressed her onto the long stool.
The fragrant wonton stew is close at hand, and the steam is overflowing, making people salivate, but Song Qingyan jumped his eyes and unnaturally laughed: "This bowl of wonton stew is cousin's, I will not eat it ..."
"I invite you to eat!" Murong Xue looked at Song Qingyan and said every word.
Song Qingyan's eyes rolled: "That ... I don't like to eat ravioli ..."
"Then you just drink soup." Murongxue pressed relentlessly.
"Oh, I don't like drinking soup ..." Song Qingyan shook her head and smiled unnaturally.
"How can I prove Cousin Song's innocence if I don't drink soup?" Murong Xue glanced at Song Qingyan, picked up a small spoon, and slowly picked out the ravioli in the bowl one by one, leaving only half a bowl of soup, and slowly passed it. To Song Qingyan's mouth.
"Is n’t Cousin Song always convinced that the weird taste is the aroma of the food? Then drink this bowl of soup. As long as Cousin Song drinks the soup without any drops, I believe in Cousin ’s words ..."
The hot soup, with a light scent of coriander, rushed to the tip of the nose, and the good smell made people salivate, but Song Qingyan's eyes appeared a little panic. Are you there? "
She doesn't want to drink soup, but can't help her!
Murongxue's eyes flicked, sideways avoiding Song Qingyan's devil's claws, reached out and pinched Song Qingyan's mouth, and pours the soup inwardly ...
Hot soup flowed into the throat, and a slight fragrance filled the mouth and nose. Song Qingyan was terrified, waving her hands, struggling desperately, kicking ...
Murongxue turned a blind eye and squeezed her mouth, pouring the soup viciously: the material in the soup was put by Song Qingyan, then let her enjoy her 'labor achievements' ...
The soup bowl bottomed out, Murong Xue loosened Song Qingyan and stood slowly to the side.
"Cough cough cough ......" Song Qingyan coughed violently, tears were about to cough out, his hand reached into his throat, digging hard, as if he wanted to spit out the soup he had just drunk, but the soup had passed his stomach Flowing into the intestine, she had been picking for a long time, but she couldn't pick a bit of it ...
Suddenly, there was a fiery pain in his face. Song Qingyan's small face was covered with dark brown spots at the speed that human eyes could see, and it was horizontal and vertical, extremely terrible.
She covered her cheeks in her hands, rolled back and forth on the ground, knocked over a small table, and shrieked screaming through the clouds, resounding through the clouds: "Ah ... help ... help ..."
Murong Xue sneered, and it turned out that Song Qingyan had given her a disfiguring medicine, and it was ruined so terribly, so cruel and cruel ...
"Qing Yan!" The hoarse cries suddenly sounded, and Murong Xue looked around, and saw a man walked over with the help of two guards. He wore a dark blue brocade, holding one in his hand. Walking with a crutch, limping, wearing a soft hat on his head, wearing a mask on his face, only showing his eyes, nose, and mouth.
Looking at Song Qingyan, with a small face and a terrible face, howling and mourning, he glared and snarled loudly, "What's going on?"
Seeing the man, Song Qingyan's eyes lit up and complained sharply: "Dad ... Murong Xue ... Murong Xue hurt me ..."
father?Song Tian asked this disabled man?
Murong Xue looked at the disabled man in surprise. He saw that his body was slightly bent, but he was tall, and his eyes were sharp but not sharp, his voice was hoarse, but he was stern, and he should indeed be a young man.
The fire on the Dragon Boat Festival burned him a lot. Now it seems that his skin and legs are burned and his throat is smoked ...
"Murong girl, what Qingyan said, but is it true?" Song Tian asked Li Sheng and asked sharply, his sharp eyes were like arrows, and he shot at Murongxue.
Murong Xue didn't take it seriously, and said: "I really poured the soup in the bowl. However, the ingredients in the soup were from your daughter. She poisoned and destroyed her face. She took it all for herself and took it for herself ... "
"You nonsense ..." Song Qingyan interrupted her sharply, and the burning blaze at the bottom of her eyes was anxious to swallow her alive.
"This matter, the guests here see clearly, can I talk nonsense?" Murong Xue looked at her coldly, his eyes and brows mockingly.
"The guests on the stall are all familiar with you, and they all naturally face you ..." Song Qingyan accused indiscriminately, with a pretty red face.
Murong Xue smiled coldly and looked at her condescendingly: "Song Qingyan, people are doing, the sky is watching, I have no doubts, even if the Lord Shun Tianfu is here, I am not afraid, I have some time, some patience wait for them to find out The truth, however, the poison you find seems to be very poisonous. The longer you delay, the deeper the poison will be. When the poison enters your lungs, your face will be completely destroyed, and no longer. Can't recover ... "