The Evil Prince and his Precious Wife: The Sly Lady

"I'm here to teach you." Song Qingyan said one word, her eyes burst into strong hatred.

Murong Xue turned a blind eye and said casually: "It's that simple?"

"It's that simple!" Song Qingyan lifted her chin slightly, her eyes full of arrogance.

"Unfortunately, the fierce dog that you have tried your best to ran to bite you." Murong Xue smiled and sternly swept the bites, scratches, and scratches on Song Qingyan's body that he could not bear to see. Covert mocking.

Song Qingyan's eyes lit up with raging anger: "Murong Xue, you are less proud, besides the fierce dog, I have other weapons." When the wrist turned, white beans-sized round beads flew out, fiercely. Shot at Murong Xue.

That's ... burst!

Murong Xue's eyes flicked, and the silver needle in his hand flew out, hitting the white ball hard, only listening to 'bang!A burst of noise, the bead exploded, the ground shook and the dust flew.

Song Qingyan was also staggered and backed away for a few steps before she stood firm. Her chest hurt fiercely. She raised her head little by little and stared fiercely at Murong Xue: she blocked her burst of pearls, but Murong Xue was a little bit. Ability, she will see, how many Murongxue can stop her burst of beads!

When the wrist turned, Song Qingyan's hand burst like an arrow off the string, and he hit the Murong Xue one by one.

Murongxue showed no signs of weakness. In his hand, dozens and dozens of silver needles shot outward. The bursting beads and the silver needle collided frequently in the mid-air, bursting out a fierce sound, and the thick smoke filled the mid-air ...

Song Qingyan learned martial arts at the beginning, but she didn't have much energy. The movement of throwing the bead gradually slowed down. Murongxue shot the silver needle at a consistent speed, faint, and accelerated. The place where the bead exploded was getting closer and closer to Song Qingyan , Getting closer and closer, seeing that it was about to blow up to her range.

Song Qingyan gritted her teeth and thought that Murong Xue was so powerful, it was really abominable!

She can't learn from Murongxue today, so she can only leave here first, wait for her to practice martial arts, and then kill Murongxue!

Song Qingyan gave Murong Xue a vicious look, his figure turned, and his slim body fell into the soil instantly ...

This is ... Escape!

Murong Xue's eyes flicked, his feet lightened, and he rose into the air. In an instant, he came to Song Qingyan and waved his sword into the land where she disappeared: "Ah!" A dull, miserable cry came from the soil, the sword The land underneath swelled, and in the blink of an eye it was calm again!

Song Qingyan is gone!

Murongxue raised his eyebrows and slowly pulled out his long sword. He saw blood stains on the sword, apparently stabbing Song Qingyan. However, I wonder where Song Qingyan stabbed. Was she seriously injured or slightly injured?

"Song Qingyan just used Fusang's escape technique!" Ouyang Shaochen walked slowly.

"Well!" Murong Xue nodded: Fusang's unique escape technique, Song Qingyan, a Qingyan Houfu Qianjin, had learned it. It seems that she had a great relationship with Fuso people: "When did Song Qingyan get out of prison?" "

"A month ago!" Said Wu Shen, who came afterwards.

Murongxue's eyes narrowed slightly: "How did she come out?" The deliberate murder of the royal princess was a death sentence. The people of Shuntian House never dared to let her go.

"Wu'an Hou Song Tian asked to do some work in Suncheon ..." Wu Qian said softly.

Murong Xueliu raised his eyebrows slightly: "Princess Qiqi did not object?"

Wuhen lightly coughed: "After Song Qingyan entered the jail, Princess Qiqi never mentioned her again. It is estimated that she had forgotten her outside Jiuxiao Yun ..."

Murong Xue: "..."

All right, Princess Qiqi's child's heart and nature, forgiveness and enmity turned and forgot, and the people in Shuntian House saw her for a long time, and thought she didn't care about it, she accepted the benefits and let Song Qingyan ...

"Song Qingyan now lives in Wu'an Hou Mansion?"

"Yes." No trace nodded.

"She and Song Tian asked about the relationship?" Murong Xue asked softly.

Wu Shen said in a deep voice: "Song Tianwen asked her to take her back to Wu'an Hou Mansion, and she never asked again. Song Qingyan lived honestly in her small courtyard and rarely came out. The relationship with Song Tianwen is relatively weak ..."

Murong Xue nodded his understanding: Song Qingyan was locked in the prison for several months and came out for a month. Where did she learn the art of escape?

There are also hibiscus ninjas. A few months ago, they came here to slaughter Dongli. Now, Dongli has returned to Xiliang and became the emperor. Why do the hibiscus ninjas stay here?

What is Song Qingyan's relationship with them ...

At this time, Song Qingyan, dragging her scarred body, limped back into a dark and secret room, and greeted her with a loud slap: "Slap!"

Song Qingyan was knocked to the ground, his ears were buzzing, a bright red five-finger mountain appeared on his cheeks, and he was swollen high, his mouth was full of strong iron embroidery, and an angry question sounded in the dark room: "Who let you go Did you provoke Murong Xue? Forgot what I told you? "

He taught her the Fusong martial arts, and temporarily could not be exposed to the Qingyan people, especially Murongxue, Ouyang Shaochen could see, but the fool in front of him, even ran away to count Murongxue ...

Song Qingyan endured the pain, and knelt to the ground hurriedly: "Master is angry, the disciple and Murong Xue are in conflict, seeing her so proud, she couldn't hold back for a while ..."

"Is it? Isn't it because you are jealous of Murong Xue?" The man was hidden in the darkness, staring down at Song Qingyan, his dark eyes flashing unabashedly with mockery: Song Qingyan and Murong Xue's grievances, he knew it clearly Chu ...

"Of course not. Murong Xue hurt his disciples' relatives. The disciples would like to swallow her alive, how could they be jealous of her!" Song Qingyan said one word, the sound of her teeth clenching her teeth.

The man glanced at her and sneered contemptuously: "Are you jealous of Murong Xue and not interested in being a teacher? However, you must remember that you can no longer expose your martial arts in front of others. Secret gangster! "

In the last sentence, the man aggravated his voice, and Song Qingyan's weak body shook violently, whispering, "The disciple wrote down."

"That's good!" The man's complexion eased a little, and the gloomy atmosphere of his body dissipated for the most part.

Song Qingyan let out a long sigh of relief. The man's momentum was too strong and gloomy. Every time he saw him, she would be overwhelmed by breathlessness. Such a person is definitely more powerful than Murong Xue ...

When thinking of Murong Xue, Song Qingyan flashed a bit of viciousness and looked up at the man: "Master, do you really fear Murong Xue?"

The man shook his head: "It's not a fear, but she is very smart and very powerful. For the time being, the teacher is not ready to be an enemy to her. When you see her in the future, try to get around ..."

Now Murong Xue must know that Song Qingyan has practiced Fusang martial arts. When he sees her, he will arrest her and force her to ask her. He doesn't want his business to be destroyed by Song Qingyan.