Chapter 387

Murong Xue sneered: Song Tianwen, song Qian has become enemies, song Qingyan and Wu Huihui, song Qingyan mother and son must also have estrangement, she rushed out in such a hurry, take the initiative to serve as a gunshot, she naturally want to make it!

She told herself, didn't she? I will give her an account!

Murong Xue pointed to the young man who was arrested by the boys: "I will run here and make trouble, all thanks to him..."

"Girl, it was you who kicked me that I fell onto the hall, collapsed the roof and tilted the coffin, disturbing the second master of Song Dynasty..." The man explained anxiously, his eyes were anxious to cry.

Murong Xue was not moved. He looked at him with a smile and said, "there are so many places in the capital city. You don't run here, you don't run there, but you run to the roof of the Lingtang in the Song Dynasty. What a coincidence..."

The young man's eyes flashed unnaturally: "the little one is in a hurry and will come here..."

Murong snow waved his hand and interrupted him: "if you lie, don't say it. I won't believe it if you say it. Tell me directly. Who let you lead me here?"

When she found out that this was song Qian's Lingtang, she knew that she had been calculated.

She recognized the disaster she had made, but she would not take all the troubles she had made by herself

The young man's eyes quickly flashed a trace of something, and then disappeared without a trace. He said humbly: "the girl is joking. The little one likes the girl's hairpin, so he goes up and steals it. When she finds out and chases him, he naturally turns around and runs. What's not attracted..."

Murong Xue sneered: "people are coming and going in the street. Normal thieves will pick one person at random. I am sitting in a carriage. My hairpin is not easy to steal. If you are not careful, you may be caught..."

The young man said with a smile: "the girl's hairpin is exquisite and valuable. The little one likes to steal valuables. After selling it, she will get more money..."

"Is it? But no matter how expensive the hairpin is, it can't compare with your own life. When I chased you, I had to catch up with it several times. A normal thief should not throw away the hairpin in exchange for his own safety? But you keep the hairpin tightly in front of you, just like holding it and going to finish something important... " Murong snow squinted at the young man, the corners of his mouth picked slightly, not smiling.

The young man's eyes flashed unnaturally and said in a hurry: "that's because Because... "

Looking at his anxious face, song Qingyan's eyes congealed and said haughtily, "Murong Xue, whatever the reason, it's a fact that you've disturbed my second uncle's spirit hall. You should stop talking nonsense and give me a quick explanation..."

Murong Xue's cold eyes were like a sharp arrow, and fiercely shot at Song Qingyan: "I interrogate this thief to explain to miss song. Why does Miss Song interrupt? Do you know that by interrupting, you are helping the thief speak. Are you familiar with him? "

Song Qingyan's face turned white and said in a quick voice, "don't be so bloody. I don't know him at all..."

"Then why did you interrupt me?" Murong Xue was not polite and pressed step by step.

"Where am I?" Song Qingyan's eyes flashed unnaturally: she just doesn't like Murong Xue, and she wants to put the matter on Murong Xue

"If you don't have you, just keep your mouth shut. If I hear you interrupt again, don't blame me for being rude..." Murong Xue gave a rude reprimand.

Song Qingyan's pretty face turned red in an instant. She was gnashing her teeth and roaring, "Murong Xue, this is song's mansion. You can't go wild..."

"Shut up, don't quarrel. This is the soul Hall of the second brother, not the place where you quarrel." Song Tianwen strides in with a little anger in his sharp eyes.

Song Qingyan ran to the front in a hurry, crying and complaining: "Dad, look at the good things Murong Xue has done. Poor second uncle, it's hard to be peaceful when you die..."

Song Tianwen followed her direction and saw the coffin and the body of song Qian who had fallen to the ground. A strange look flashed at the bottom of his eyes. Suddenly, a stream of unidentified objects sprang up from his chest and blocked his chest tightly. He opened his mouth and tried to breathe, but he could not breathe a breath.

"Dad, what's the matter with you?" Song Qingyan finds something wrong with him and reaches out to help him.

Song Tianwen pushed her away. His face turned purple. He held on to his clothes and beat his chest hard, but he couldn't open the unknown object. He was more and more miserable. He was black in front of him, and his tall body fell upright

"Dad Song Qingyan screamed and threw herself in front of song Tianwen. His eyes were wide open, his face was slightly distorted, his heart stopped beating, his blood stopped flowing and his breath was gone

"Dad Song Qingyan's sad cry pierced the clouds and resounded through the sky.

The guests looked at each other, and there was a deep shock and disbelief at the bottom of their eyes: the Duke of song died so inexplicably, which is also incredible

"Murong Xue, my father was so angry with you that he was so angry..." Song Qingyan hate to stare at Murong snow, eyes burning fury, hate to eat her alive.

Murongxue:.... "Song Qian was poisoned by song Tianwen himself. Song Qian's coffin was destroyed. Song Tianwen's schadenfreude was almost the same. How could he be angry to death?

"Dad Wake up Dad... " Song Qingyan was holding the body of song Tianwen, crying bitterly. Hearing the mourning guests, she was slightly sad: the Marquis of Song Dynasty was still seriously injured, but when he saw his brother's coffin destroyed, he became angry and lost his life. What a pity. The second master of song had just passed away, and he had not been settled down. The Duke of song passed away again. The Marquis of Wu'an is really a disaster in every way

People's reproachful eyes fell on Murong Xue. If she hadn't damaged the coffin of the second master of Song Dynasty, the Marquis of song would not have died of anger

Murong Xue's eyes sank. He walked slowly to song Tianwen and squatted down to touch his wrist.

"What are you doing?" Song Qingyan angrily drinks, mercilessly opens Murong Snow's hand.

Murong Xue said coldly, "I'll see if the Duke of song has any help!"

"Don't be so kind. My father was angry with you. He was angry with you..." Song Qingyan glares at Murong Xue with hatred and furiously drinks.

"Shut up." Murong Xue sharply interrupted song Qingyan's words: "if I were you and saw my father suddenly fell down, I would immediately send for a doctor to see if he was still alive. Instead of holding his arm and crying and calling him dead, he would not be angry with me, but by your stupid daughter Crying to death. "

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