The Evil Prince and his Precious Wife: The Sly Lady

Murongxue sneered: Song Tian asked, Song Qian has turned against each other, Song Qingyan and Wu Huihui, Song Qingyan and mother and son must also have a gap, she rushed out so eagerly, took the initiative to be a gun to others, she naturally wants to complete!

Does she want to explain to herself?Give her an explanation!

Murong Xuesu's little white finger pointed to the young man who was caught by the little guys: "I will come here and get into trouble, all thanks to him ..."

"Girl, it was you who kicked me, that I would fall to the hall of worship, smashed the roof, crooked the coffin, and disturbed Master Song Er ..." The man explained anxiously, his eyes anxious. Cry out.

Murong Xue was unmoved and looked at him with a smile: "There are so many places in the capital, you don't run here, there you don't run there, but you just ran to the roof of the palace of the Song Dynasty. What a coincidence ..."

The young man's eyes flickered unnaturally: "Small ones are frightened, they will run here ..."

Murongxue interrupted his words with a wave of hand: "If you lie, don't say it. I won't believe it when you say it. Just say, who asked you to lead me here?"

When she discovered that this was Song Qianlingtang, she knew that she was counted.

She admits that she is in trouble, but others will count on the trouble that made her break out.

The young man's eyes quickly flashed a trace of something, and disappeared instantly, humblely said: "The girl laughed, the small one was fancy with the girl's hairpin, and then came forward to steal it, was found, chased by the girl, The little one naturally turned around and ran, what could not be cited ... "

Murong Xue sneered: "People come and go on the street, normal thieves will pick individuals to start, I am sitting in the carriage, my hairpin is not easy to steal, if you are not careful, there is danger of being caught ... "

The young man chuckled: "The girl's hairpins are exquisite and precious. Small ones like to steal valuables. After they are sold, they exchange more silver ..."

"Really? But hairpins are not as valuable as their own lives. When I was chasing you, I had to catch up with them several times. Normal thieves should not throw hairpins away in exchange for their own safety. Is it okay? But you are holding the hairpin tightly in front of you, just like holding it and doing something important ... "Murong Xue looked at the young man, his mouth slightly picking up, smiling like a smile .

The young man's eyes flashed unnaturally, anxiously said: "That's because ... because ..."

Looking at his anxious face, Song Qingyan's eyes condensed, and proudly said: "Murong Xue, no matter what the reason is, it is a fact that you have disturbed my second uncle's hall, so you don't have to talk nonsense.

Murong Xue's cold eyes were like arrows, and he shot at Song Qingyan: "I questioned this thief just to explain to Song, why did Song want to interrupt? You know, your interruption is helping this thief Talk, do you know him well? "

Song Qingyan looked pale and said anxiously: "You don't want to spur people, I don't know him at all ..."

"Then why are you interrupting me?" Murongxue was unkind and pressed hard.

"Where am I?" Song Qingyan's eyes flashed unnaturally: she just looked at Murong Xue's discomfort and wanted to push things to Murong Xue ...

"Shut up your mouth without you, if you let me hear you interject again, don't blame me for being unkind ..." Murongxue reprimanded unkindly.

Song Qingyan had a pretty face, instantly rose to red, gritted her teeth and roared: "Murong Xue, this is Song Mansion, it's your turn to spread wild ..."

"Shut up, don't quarrel, this is the second brother's hall, not where you quarreled." Song Tianwen walked in, striking with a little anger in the sharp eyes.

Song Qingyan hurried forward, crying and crying: "Dad, look at the good things Murong Xue did, poor second uncle, you can't be peaceful when you die ..."

Song Tianwen followed her direction and saw the dumped coffin and the body of Song Qian who fell to the ground. A strange look flashed at the bottom of his eyes. An unidentified object suddenly appeared in his chest and his chest was tightly blocked. Open your mouth and breathe hard, but you can't breathe in.

"Dad, what's wrong with you?" Song Qingyan found out that he was not right and reached out to help him.

Song Tianwen pushed her away hard, he turned into a purple sauce, clenched his clothes tightly, beat his chest hard, but could not open the unknown, he became more and more uncomfortable, more and more uncomfortable, the eyes were black , The tall body fell straight down ...

"Dad!" Song Qingyan screamed and rushed in front of Song Tianwen, only to see his eyes wide open, his face slightly twisted, his heart stopped, the blood stopped flowing, and his breathing was gone ...

"Dad!" Song Qingyan's miserable cry penetrated the clouds and resounded through the clouds.

The guests looked at each other with a deep shock and disbelief in their eyes: Song Hou died just so inexplicably, which is also incredible ...

"Murongxue, my dad was mad at you, mad at you ..." Song Qingyan stared at Murongxue with hate, and his eyes were burning with fury, hoping to swallow her alive.

Murong Xue: "..."

Song Qian was personally poisoned by Song Tianwen. Song Qian ’s coffin was destroyed. Song Tian asked that the schadenfreude is almost the same. How could he be mad?

"Dad ... you wake up ... daddy ..." Song Qingyan held Song Tianwen's body, crying miserably, and sad crying, the guests who came to express condolences were slightly sad: Lord Hou Song was seriously injured, see When the younger brother's coffin was destroyed, he was angered and lost his life. It was really pitiful. Lord Song Er had just passed away, and he had not yet settled into the earth. Song Hou died again.

The eyes of everyone's blame fell on Murong Xue. If she did not damage the coffin of Mr. Song Er, Mr. Song Hou would not be angry ...

Murongxue's eyes sank, and he slowly walked to Song Tianwen, squatted down, and reached out to touch his wrist.

"What are you doing?" Song Qingyan snorted and opened Murong Xue's hand mercilessly.

Murongxue coldly said: "I see if Lord Hou Song is still saved!"

"You haven't come to fake good intentions, but my dad was mad at you, you were mad at you ..." Song Qingyan stared at Murong Xue bitterly and snarled sharply.

"Shut up." Murong Xue interrupted Song Qingyan's words sharply: "If I were you and saw that my father suddenly fell down, he would immediately ask someone to ask the doctor to check his veins to see if he had any help. Instead of holding his arm, crying and crying to call him dead, even if Lord Hou is really dead, then he was not mad at me, but was crying to death by your stupid daughter. "