Chapter 88

Song Qingyan is wearing a plum red peach blossom skirt. Her neck and shoulders are hollowed out. Her skin is white and her clavicle is indistinct under the light gauze. Her skirt is decorated with several bright diamonds, which reflect the dazzling light in the sun.

Murong Xue sneered silently. She dressed up so beautifully. She was prepared. Unfortunately, Ouyang Shaochen didn't even look at her. Her thoughts were completely in vain: "Song Qingyan, this is the Luoxue Pavilion of the Marquis of Zhenguo, not the Marquis of Wu'an. What are you clamoring for?"

Looking at Murong Xue's empty back, song Qingyan's eyes twinkled with deep loss, frowning and saying, "Murong Xue, where is the son of Ouyang?"

"You don't want to see you, you go!" Murong snow is lazy and song Qingyan to say more, not polite under the guest order.

Song Qingyan's beautiful face turned pale in an instant, and she glared at Murong Xue with hatred: "did you say something to Ouyang Shizi that he didn't want to see me?"

"Song Qingyan, is Ouyang Shaochen someone I can control? He said he didn't want to see you, but he was too lazy to pay attention to you. It had nothing to do with me. Your imagination should not be too rich... " Murong snow disdains to hum, the ink on the cheek is floating with the wind, showing the red mark on the neck.

Song Qingyan is so angry that she seduces Ouyang Shizi to be so close to her. She dares to say that she has not bewitched Ouyang's son. She is a hypocritical Slut: "Murong Xue, don't forget that you are a person who has a marriage contract. Even if you commit yourself to Ouyang's son, he will not marry you. You should not daydream..."

Murong Xue was bright and her face was gloomy for a moment. Song Qingyan's mouth was open. The more she said it, the more she said it, the worse it was. She didn't want to waste more words with song Qingyan: "Song Qingyan, get out of the falling snow Pavilion immediately. You are not welcome here!"

"What if I say no?" Song Qingyan provocatively looks at Murong snow, eyes burning with fury!

"Then I'll have to ask you back!" Murong Xue's eyes were cold as ice.

"Dare you Song Qingyan glared at her fiercely, and her eyes were angry.

"Somebody, take Miss Biao back to your room." Murong Xue made an order: the tiger is not powerful. When she is a sick cat and song Qingyan is arrogant and defiant, she will let song Qingyan see if she dare.

"Yes Two coarse envoys came, one left and one right set up song Qingyan and walked back quickly.

Song Qingyan, unconcerned with her feet, was angry and anxious. She struggled with her strength and fiercely rebuked, "what are you doing? Let me down

The mammy turned a deaf ear to song Qingyan. Their rough hands tightly grasped song Qingyan's arm and walked on with her. No matter how hard she struggled, she couldn't get rid of it. They gnashed their teeth and said, "you two dog slaves, dare to commit crimes below. You are impatient. Let me down quickly. I'll let my grandmother sell you..."

"I'm sorry, Miss Biao. The deed of sale is in the hands of the eldest lady, and the old lady has no right to sell them." The coarse makes Mammy's face expressionless to interrupt her words, the pace does not stop to rush forward.

Song Qingyan chokes and stares up at Murong Xue. Her eyes are angry and she is about to burst out fire

Passing by two servant girls of Hou's house, each holding a soup cup, curling Tingting to the falling snow Pavilion.

Song Qingyan's eyes are cold, and she kicks her foot on the soup cup. The soup cup flies out in an instant and smashes it to Murong Xue.

Murong Xue was about to turn around. Yu Guang saw the soup cup flying by. He flashed a sneer at the bottom of his eyes. He grabbed the wooden stick beside him and hit the soup cup lightly. The soup cup flew back along the original road and hit song Qingyan's shoulder directly. The boiling soup immediately sprinkled on her half body.

"Ah Song Qingyan's shrill screams pierced the clouds and resounded through the sky.

Murong Xue gazed intently, and saw that song Qingyan broke free from the grip of the rude envoys. She wiped her neck and the hot soup on her shoulders. Her eyes were red. She screamed hysterically at the maids and mammies: "hot, it's too hot Go and ask for a doctor, go and ask a doctor quickly... "

"Yes, yes..." The servant girls and mammy woke up like a dream and promised to rush to the outside of the mansion in a hurry.

Song Qingyan glared at Murong Xue and gnawed her teeth: "Murong Xue, you hurt me again!"

"It's your own evil mind. You want to use hot soup to scald me. It's self defeating to scald yourself. No wonder I It doesn't matter if you want to put the charges on me. I'll scald you again, and I'll settle the charges... " Murong Xue said coldly, leisurely went to the little maid, took the cup of hot soup in her hand, and turned to look at Song Qingyan.

Looking at her cold eyes, song Qingyan's eyelids jump violently. She has seen Murong Xue's ruthlessness for a long time. She has no doubt. If she dares to slander Murong Xue again, murongxue will not hesitate to pour this cup of hot on her body!

"You, Murong snow Song Qingyan threw down this sentence and glared at Murong Xue fiercely. She reluctantly held the servant girl's hand and rushed to her room:

the soup is very hot. It must be cleaned up as soon as possible to minimize the damage to her skin!

Murong snow to her harm, she will bear in mind, when the right time, she will double back, let murongxue can not survive, can not die!

Song Qingyan walked to the end of Qingshi Road, turned the corner and disappeared!Murong snow took back his eyes, inadvertently, saw the purse on his waist. The golden brocade was wet by hot soup!

Surprised, she quickly took off the purse, took out the silk handkerchief and quickly wiped the soup stains on it. She had been very careful just now. Unexpectedly, she still spilled hot soup on her body. Fortunately, the hot soup was sprinkled on the purse again, which did not hurt the skin

The purse was still given to her by Murong Ye. After she came back from Yushan, she was busy and forgot to return it to him. I wonder if the amulet in the purse has been wet?

The amulet left by his mother is very precious. Don't let anything happen

Murong Xue quickly opened the purse and took out the tissue paper inside. The tissue paper was clean, clean and fresh without water stains. It was just that the amulets were not all depicted in ordinary paper? How does this look like parchment?

Murong Xue opened the neatly folded amulet. It was a piece of yellow parchment with black traditional characters, black horizontal lines, vertical lines and curved curves crisscross on it. It was very familiar. It seemed that he had seen it somewhere

Murong Xue frowned and tried to think about it. Suddenly, a flash of light flashed in her mind: the half picture she snatched from Qin YuYan's hand is very similar to this one. Is there any connection between these two pictures

Murong Xue's eyes are awe inspiring. He clutches the parchment in his hand and runs towards the falling snow Pavilion

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