The Evil Prince and his Precious Wife: The Sly Lady

The bustling streets are bustling, people are coming and going, shops are lined on both sides of the street, and stalls line up!

A luxury carriage was moving slowly in the crowd, without any signs hanging on the car, but the red sandalwood car wall, as well as the exquisite ribs and windows made pedestrians glance more.

A breeze blew past, bringing a touch of pastry fragrance. Murongxue in the compartment had a feeling of hunger in his belly and reached out to lift the car curtain: "No trace, go help me buy a box of plum cakes."

Hukouling is a little far away from the capital. She hurriedly hurried back to the capital until now. The breakfast time was too early, and the lunch time had not arrived yet. She was too lazy to use dinner again. Simply use some cake pads. .

"Yes!" There was no trace of deep noise, stopped the carriage, strode to the pastry shop not far away to buy pastries.

Murongxue was bored, picked the car curtain, and looked out. I saw a shoucai shop in the corner not far away, a well-dressed maid, and a little girl who came in and out, and put the paper products in the shop. Take away most of it ...

"Oh, the business of this Shoucai shop is very prosperous, which one is dead ..."

"You whisper a little, the second old man of Wu'anhou House is doing funeral ..."

"It's the calculation of my brother who was arrested and killed in the prison ..."

"Yes, it's him ... Song Hou heard that he was killed, so Xiao Xiao asked his body to be transported back to Wu'an Hou Mansion, ready to be buried in the ancestral grave ..."

"Song Hou is really open-minded, so tolerant to anyone who wants to put himself to death ..."

"After all, it is a brother of a compatriot ..."

"That's also Song Hou Ye's generosity, regardless of previous suspicions, otherwise, only Song Qian designed the collapse of the high platform, and wanted to kill Song Hou Ye, Song Hou Ye can ignore Song Qian's funeral ..."

The buzzy talk came into the ear, and Murongxue's mouth curled with a light smile: Song Qian's death, Mrs. Song's loss of her son, Song Qian will be buried in the ancestral tomb. Mrs. Song ’s intentions can make the people respect him more, and can also gain a broad-minded reputation, which is really smart ...

A man walked quietly to the carriage, reached for the hairpin on Murong Xue's hair bun, and ran forward quickly.

Murong Xue suddenly looked back, touching the empty hair bun, the bright little face instantly gloomy, and yelled angrily: "Stop!" Tap your feet lightly, the slim body instantly reached more than ten meters away, chasing towards the man ... …

The young man hurried forward with hairpins turning round and round, Murong Xue chasing behind him, and the distance between the two was getting closer and closer ...

The man's eyes flicked, and he leapt to the roof, stepped on the tiles, and hurried forward, stepping out a slight "la la la" sound.

Murongxue smiled coldly, toe point lightly, the slim figure was like a butterfly, leapt to the roof, like a flat ground, hurriedly rushing on the tiles, the distance between the two people was getting closer and closer, and there was no man at all The meaning of stopping is to grasp the hairpin and run forward.

Murong Xue sneered coldly, his slender body suddenly lifted into the air, flew a foot, kicked fiercely on the back of the man, kicked the man out three or four meters away, and fell heavily on a roof, only listening to the sound of "Wah La" The roof was smashed, and the young man fell into the room under the tiles ...

"Bang!" "Slap!" "Wow!"

After the violent sound, there was silence first, and then a miserable cry burst out: "Master, lord, how are you, lord ..."

Murongxue's eyelids jumped violently: Is this ... smashing people?

Why are the tiles on this roof so fragile?A person smashed it up, and it collapsed. Didn't that 'old man' be seriously injured?

Murong Xue walked a few steps, standing in front of the big hole on the roof, and looked down quietly. I saw a nan coffin in the middle of the room. The coffin fell to the ground. A middle-aged woman in a white mourning suit squatted in front of the coffin , Holding a middle-aged man wearing a black shroud, crying aloud.

The middle-aged man's face was pale and bloodless, his eyes were closed, and his serene face showed the pain and grief before his death. It was Song Qian from Wu'an Hou Mansion!

A big brazier was placed above Song Qian's head. Song Qingyan and the two brothers knelt next to the brazier, holding a string of paper money in their hands, and stared at the young man who broke in ...

Murong Xue's eyes narrowed sharply: This is ... Song Qian's hall, how did they come here?The thief happened to knock down the roof of his hall and knocked his coffin ...

"Murong Xue, what to hide, quickly roll down." An angry rebuke came into his ears. Murong Xue looked around and saw Song Qingyan standing in the hall, staring at her fiercely.

She wore a light-colored veil on her small face, covering most of her face, exposed in the beautiful eyes outside, burning with anger, seeming to swallow Murong Xue alive!

Mu Rongxue turned a blind eye, jumped forward, and fell into the hall lightly: the disaster was her, she never thought to hide ...

"Murong Xue, how dare you come down!" Song Qingyan snorted sharply and rushed towards Murong Xue ...

Murongxue sneered with disdain, flew a foot, kicked on Song Qingyan's chest, kicked her three or four meters away, and fell heavily on the hard ground. The whole body was like a frame, and the pain was unbearable.

"Which green onion do you deserve to teach me!" Murong Xue looked at her condescendingly, his eyes and brows mockingly.

Song Qingyan was angry, and said fiercely: "You collapsed the roof and hit the body of my second uncle, what's wrong with me teaching you?"

"Your second uncle's wife and son are here, and no one speaks, and it's your turn to get your turn?" Murongxue retorted unkindly.

"You!" Song Qingyan choked, pointing at Murong Xue, so annoyed that he could not find his voice for a long time: "Second Aunt, Qing Yan is sad, I can't ignore you, I will treat the second uncle justice Same thing ... "

"You have such kindness?" Murong Xue looked at Song Qingyan with a smile, her cold eyes were as clear as glass, as if she had insight into everything in an instant ...

Song Qingyan only felt a bang, and her tremor trembling violently: her face was destroyed by Murong Xue, she hated Murong Xue, she rushed out, just wanting to take advantage of the second uncle, justified It ’s okay to teach Murong Xue, Murong Xue sees through, because: "The uncle ’s hall was collapsed by you, and the coffin was knocked down because of you. Should n’t you give us an explanation?"

The eyes of everyone's reproach fell on Murongxue, the dead was the big one, she disturbed Song Qian's Lingtang, it was really inappropriate ...