Chapter 342

He grabbed the man behind the board and pulled her out

Looking at that person's delicate face and frightened eyes, Murong Snow's cold eyes suddenly narrowed: "Song Qingyan, how are you?"

Song Qingyan's eyes flashed a little flustered, and instantly recovered as usual. She said with a smile: "cousin Xueer, we met again. What a coincidence!"

"It's really a coincidence that you are where I am. I want a bowl of wonton stew. The hot steam is full of the smell of your fingernails..." Murong snow picks eyebrow to look at Song Qingyan, canthus and eyebrows are full of light mockery.

Song Qingyan was surprised. She quickly lowered her sleeve and covered her whole hand. She laughed unnaturally: "what is cousin xue'er saying? I don't understand."

"Is it? Then I'll make it clearer. What did you put in my wonton stew bowl Murong Xue suddenly raised her voice as cold as ice. Hearing song Qingyan's body trembled, her eyes flashed unnaturally: "cousin, you are joking. I didn't make your bowl of wonton stew. What can I put in..."

, as like as two peas, how do you explain the strange smell in that bowl of stew? It's the same as the taste in your fingernails. Murong snow looked at her coldly, pressing step by step.

Song Qingyan's eyes flashed, and she clenched her little hand and pointed out: "it's not a strange taste, is it? It's a rich aroma formed by the aroma of all kinds of food The taste is not very good. However, there are so many stalls here. It is inevitable that I can get this kind of smell on my hands and in my cousin's bowl Don't be too thoughtful, cousin... "

"In this way, Miss Song thinks that the strange taste is just a strong aroma, and there is no problem with this bowl of wonton stew?" Murong snow looks at Song Qingyan for a moment.

"No problem, of course." Song Qingyan smiles and nods.

"In this case, please ask Miss Song to drink this bowl of wonton stew..." Murong Xue said coldly, holding song Qingyan to the small table, shaking her hand and pressing her to the bench.

The delicious wonton stew is just around the corner. The heat is overflowing and people are salivating. However, song Qingyan's eyelids jump and she laughs unnaturally: "this bowl of Wong stew belongs to my cousin, so I won't eat it..."

"I'll treat you to it!" Murong Xue looks at Song Qingyan, every word.

Song Qingyan turned her eyes: "that I don't like wonton stew... "

"Then you'll just have soup." Murong snow mercilessly press step by step.

"Ha ha, I don't like soup either..." Song Qingyan shakes her head and laughs unnaturally.

"How can we prove the innocence of cousin song without drinking soup?" Murong Xue glanced at Song Qingyan, picked up the spoon and slowly picked out the wonton stew in the bowl one by one, leaving only a small half bowl of soup, which was slowly handed over to song Qingyan's mouth.

"Didn't cousin song always believe that the strange taste was the aroma of the food? Then drink this bowl of soup. As long as cousin song drinks all the soup left, I will believe my cousin's words... "

The hot soup, with a faint aroma of coriander, ran straight to the tip of her nose. The pleasant smell made people salivate. However, song Qingyan's eyes showed a touch of panic. She waved her hand to the porcelain bowl: "I said I didn't like soup, didn't you hear it?"

If you don't want soup, you can't help her!

Murong Xue's eyes are awe inspiring. He sidesteps away from Song Qingyan's claws, reaches out and pinches song Qingyan's mouth, and pours the soup into it

Song Yan's throat is full of hot and frightened

Murong Xue turned a blind eye, pinched her mouth and poured the soup fiercely: the ingredients in the soup were put by song Qingyan, so let her enjoy her "fruits of labor"

Soup bowl bottom, Murong Xuesong open, song Qingyan, slowly stood to one side.

"Cough, cough..." Song Qingyan coughed violently, and her tears were almost coughing. She put her hand into her throat and dug hard, as if she wanted to spit out the soup she had just drunk. However, the soup had passed through her stomach and flowed into the intestinal tract. She pinched it for a long time, but she couldn't pick out any drops

Suddenly, there was a burning pain on her face. Song Qingyan's delicate face was covered with dark brown spots at a speed that could be seen by human eyes. It was extremely ferocious to see the black brown spots on her face.

She covered her cheek with her hand and tumbled to and fro on the ground, bumping one small table after another. Her shrill scream pierced through the clouds and resounded: "ah Help Help... "

Murong Xue sneered. It turns out that what song Qingyan gave her was disfigurement medicine, and it was so ferocious that she was really cruel

"Qingyan!" The hoarse call suddenly sounded. Murong Xue followed the reputation and saw a man walking with the help of two bodyguards. He was wearing a dark blue robe and walking with a crutch in his hand. He was limping, wearing a soft hat on his head and a mask on his face. He only showed his eyes, nose and mouth.

Looking at the ferocious face of song Qingyan, he looked at him in a fierce voice: "what's going on?"

When song Qingyan saw the man, her eyes brightened and she filed a complaint: "Dad It's murongxue It was Murong Xue who hurt me... "Dad? Is this disabled man song Tianwen?

Murong Xue looked at the disabled man in surprise. He was slightly bent, but tall. His eyes were quiet but sharp. His voice was hoarse, but he was stern. He should be a young man indeed.

The fire on the Dragon Boat Festival burned him badly. Now it seems that his skin and legs were burned and his voice was smoked dumb

"Miss Murong, what Qingyan said is true?" Song Tianwen asked in a sharp voice, his sharp eyes like a sharp arrow, shot at Murong Xue.

Murong Xue didn't care. He said leisurely, "the soup in the bowl is indeed what I poured for her. However, the material in the soup was from your daughter. She was poisoned and disfigured. She was completely responsible for her own fault and made her own fault..."

"You're talking nonsense..." Song Qingyan sharply interrupted her words, eyes burning fury, would like to eat her alive.

"All the guests here can see this clearly. Can I talk nonsense?" Murong snow looked at her coldly, and her eyes and eyebrows were full of light mockery.

"All the guests on the stall are familiar with you, and they naturally turn to you..." Song Qingyan is disorderly accusing, a pretty face is red.

Murong Xue gave a cold smile and looked down at her and said, "Song Qingyan, people are doing it. The sky is watching. I have a clear conscience. Even if the Lord Shun Tianfu comes, I will not be afraid. I have plenty of time and patience to wait for them to find out the truth. However, the poison you find seems to be very poisonous. The longer the delay, the deeper the poison will be. When the poison gets into your heart, you will find out Your face will be completely destroyed and will never be recovered again... "

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