Chapter 386

The bustling streets are bustling with people coming and going. Shops stand on both sides of the street and small stalls form a line!

A luxury carriage was moving slowly through the crowd without any signs hanging on it. However, the red sandalwood walls, the delicate edges and windows of the carriage made the pedestrians look more.

A breeze blowing, bringing a light fragrance of cake, Murong Xue in the carriage felt a sense of hunger, stretched out his hand to lift the curtain of the car: "no trace, go and buy me a box of plum blossom cake."

Hukouling is a little far away from the capital. She has been in a hurry and has not been able to get back to the capital until now. The breakfast time is too early and the lunch time has not arrived. She is too lazy to have dinner again, so she can simply use some cakes and mats.

"Yes No trace of deep sound should, stop the carriage, stride to the pastry shop not far away to buy pastry.

Murong Xue was bored. He lifted the curtain of the car and looked out. He saw a Shoucai shop in the corner not far away. A well-dressed servant girl came in and went out. He took most of the paper products in the shop

"Oh, the business of this Shoucai shop is very prosperous. Which one died again..."

"Keep your voice down. It's the second master of Wu'an Marquis's funeral..."

"It's the one who calculated his brother, who was caught and killed in the prison."

"Yes, he is Hearing of his sudden death, marquis song asked his servant to take his body back to Wu'an Marquis's house and prepare to bury him in his ancestral tomb... "

"The Duke of song is really open-minded. He is so tolerant to people who want to kill themselves..."

"After all, he is the brother of a mother's compatriots..."

If you don't want to kill the Marquis of Song Dynasty, you can't ignore the death of the Marquis of Song Dynasty

Murong Xue's lips curled up with a smile: Song Qian died suddenly, old lady song lost her beloved son, and he would surely be buried in his ancestral tomb. Song Tianwen was the first to put forward this proposal, which could comply with the wishes of old lady song, make people respect him more, and gain a broad-minded reputation. It's really smart

A man quietly went to the carriage, reached out and took off the hairpin on Murong Xue's bun and ran forward quickly.

Murong Xue suddenly looked back and touched her empty bun. Her face was gloomy in a moment. She cried out, "stop!" Feet light, slender body instantly to more than 10 meters away, toward the man in pursuit of the past

The young man ran forward with a hairpin, and Murong Xue was chasing after him. The distance between them was getting closer and closer

The man's eyes were awe inspiring. He jumped onto the roof, stepped on the tiles, and stepped forward quickly, making a slight "clattering" sound.

Murong Xue gave a cold smile. Her toes were light, and her figure was like a butterfly. She jumped to the roof of the house and ran on the tiles like a flat ground. The distance between the two people was getting closer and closer. The man didn't mean to stop at all. He grasped his hairpin and ran forward vigorously.

Murong Xue laughs coldly. Her slender body suddenly soars into the air and kicks him hard on his back. He kicks the man three or four meters away and falls heavily on a roof. The roof is smashed and the young man falls directly into the room under the tiles

"Bang!" "Pa!" "Crash!"

After the violent noise, the room was silent at first, and then burst out a sad cry: "master, master, how are you, master..."

Murong Xue's eyelids jumped violently: This is Hit someone?

Why are the tiles on this roof so fragile? One person hit it, and then it collapsed. The "master" was not seriously injured, was he?

Murong Xue walked quickly and stood in front of the big hole on the roof and looked down quietly. He saw a pair of Nanmu coffin in the middle of the room. The coffin was lying on the ground. A middle-aged woman in white mourning clothes was squatting in front of the coffin, holding a middle-aged man in a black shroud crying.

The middle-aged man's face was pale and bloodless. His eyes were closed. His peaceful face showed his pain and ferocity before he died. It was song Qian, the Marquis of Wu'an!

There is a fire basin above song Qian's head. Song Qingyan's two brothers kneel down beside the fire pot one after another, holding a string of paper money in their hands, and staring at the young man who broke in without permission

Murong Xue narrowed her cold eyes fiercely: This is Song Qian's Lingtang, how did they come here? Fortunately, the thief accidentally knocked down the roof of his funeral hall and tilted his coffin

"Murong Xue, what are you hiding from? Get out of here." The angry reprimand spreads to the ear, Murong snow follows the prestige to go, sees song Qingyan standing in the spirit hall, fiercely stares at her.

She wore a light colored veil on her small face, which covered most of her face and was exposed in her beautiful eyes. She was burning with fury, as if to devour Murong Xue alive!

Murong Xue turned a blind eye, jumped forward, and fell lightly into the hall of the spirit: she made the trouble, she didn't want to hide

"Murong Xue, you dare to come down!" Song Qingyan snapped furiously and rushed to Murong XueMurong Xue disdained to sneer. She flew up and kicked song Qingyan on her chest. She kicked her three or four meters away and fell heavily on the hard ground. Her whole body seemed to be scattered, and her pain was unbearable.

"Who are you to teach me?" Murong snow looked at her from the top of her eyes and eyebrows.

Song Qingyan was angry and said: "you collapsed the roof and hit the body of my second uncle. What's wrong with me

"Your second uncle's wife and son are all here, and they don't speak, so you'll be the first one?" Murong Xue retorted rudely.

"You Song Qingyan choked and pointed to Murong Xue. She was so angry that she couldn't speak. After a long time, she found her voice: "Auntie, Qingyan is sad. I don't care about you. It's the same for me to seek justice for the second uncle..."

"Are you so kind?" Murong Xue looks at Song Qingyan with a smile. Her cold eyes are as clear as glass. She seems to have an insight into everything in an instant

Song Qingyan only felt a boom, and her heart trembled violently: her face was destroyed by Murong Xue. She hated him. She rushed out of her own accord to teach him a lesson in the name of her second uncle. It's OK for murongxue to see through it, because: "the soul Hall of the second uncle was collapsed by you, and the coffin was knocked down because of you. Shouldn't you Give us an account? "

People's reproachful eyes fell on Murong Xue. The dead were very big. She disturbed song Qian's soul hall. It was really inappropriate

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