Chapter 348: Adoptive shock (2)

Chapter 348 Adoption Sudden Change (2)
However, will some people let him choose the heirs unimpeded?
Murong Xue raised his eyebrows and looked at Song Qian. He saw that he was standing not far away, his face was blue and his eyes were low, and he didn’t know what he was thinking...
Song Qingyan's two brothers stood on his side, looking at the crowds, and carefully selected the heirs of Song Tian. The bottom of the screams were full of anger and unwillingness: they were the relatives of the uncle, why did the uncle give up them, and the princes Pass to outsiders...
Mrs. Song’s wife sat on the bamboo chair next to her and looked at Xiao Shen’s smile. The tribes, children, and shrewd eyes were slightly raised: Wu’an Houfu was in the fifth generation, and Tianwen was already the fourth generation. Is it going to fall into the hands of outsiders...
Song Tianwen walked slowly among the people in a row, and looked at a famous child without any traces. The sword brows slightly picked up, which seemed to be not satisfied with the children...
Suddenly, his picky eyes stopped on a three-year-old boy, only to see his white, fat, dark-skinned, small-faced, grin, grin, revealing a small white mouth The machine is smart, and the appearance of the cute and fascinating, seeing people's hearts are changed.
Song Tian asked a little boy: "It is him, and Ben has succeeded him."
The little boy’s parents groaned and screamed at the bottom of the singer’s ecstasy:
Thank you, Hou Ye, thank you, Hou Ye.

The smile on the faces of other ethnic groups is a stiff, bright envy, sorrow, heartache and disappointment!
Song Tian asked to turn a blind eye, walked to the little boy, carefully took him, smiled slightly pinching his chubby little face: "This child has a relationship with the prince!"
"Yes, yes, he can be loved by Hou, and he has a relationship with Hou Ye..." The children's parents repeatedly complimented and smiled at the invisible.
The little boy was lying in Song Tian’s arms, staring at his two big eyes, looking at him curiously, not at all recognizing, the dark eyes clearly reflected Song Tian’s figure, and saw Song Tian’s mood was good, holding the child. Stride to the high platform...
Murong Xue blinked his eyes and quietly looked at Song Qian. He saw that he was still standing quietly on the high platform. His eyes were low and he didn’t know what he was thinking...
"Song Tian asked to hold the little boy and walked to the high platform, and announced that he was the next Wu'an Hou. Song Qian did not even take the shot. It is really resistant to the temper..."
"Wu'an Houfuli three steps and one post, five steps and one whistle, the alert is extremely strict, Song Qian's every move is in the surveillance of the guards, he did not dare to act rashly..." Ouyang Shaohao said faintly, the voice cleared.
"Really?" Murong Xue glanced at him, and looked around with no traces. He saw that the guards who were famous for wearing long swords stood in all directions. The sharp eyes were intentional and unintentional, looking to Song Qian...
Song Tianwen is really prepared for Song Qian!
Song Tianwen, who is a Wu Anhou, knows very well about his own younger brother. He knows that he has ambitions for Wu’an, and he will disregard the position of the squad, and then he will lay down this heavy defense to shock him.
In the eyes of the public, if Song Qiang dares to shoot, he will be seen. Can you get rid of Song Tian’s question, and his heart is so hot that he will know the people who are troubled. He not only can’t get the heart of Wu’an Hou, but also Will be accused, resentful...
Under the golden sunshine, Song Tian asked the little boy to walk up the steps, step by step to the high platform, standing in the center of the high platform, slowly turning over, sharp eyes swept a famous person under the high platform, proudly "From now on, this little boy is the son of Song Tianwen. It is the nephew of Wu'an Houfu. After a hundred years of the prince, one of Wu'anhou will be by him..."
‘Boom! A huge sound suddenly came, shaking the ground and trembled...
"What happened?" The crowd is not clear, so look around...
Murong Xue glanced at him and looked up at Song Qian. He saw a sly smile in his mouth, condensed the palm of his success, and shot it on the high platform built by the stone...
The sturdy high platform slammed down, the smog filled, the dust was flying, and the high platform became a ruin in the blink of an eye...
Hey, hey, Xiao Yan, the guards, and the tribes were all stunned by this sudden change. After a long while, they reacted, and they shouted through the clouds and rang through the clouds: "Not good, not good... Gaotai collapsed, Hou The lord was left inside..."
Mrs. Song’s face was gloomy and screamed:
What are you doing? You are not going to move the gravel away and rescue Hou’s!

"Yes is!" The people awake as if they were dreaming, and they promised again and again, and hurriedly walked to the high platform and quickly removed a piece of stone...
"Son... son..." The boy’s parents also walked over quickly, helping the stone with anxious eyes...
Hou Fu, 嬷嬷, 小厮, the guards add up to a hundred people, to move back and forth to move the stone, the momentum is extremely turbulent, the people can not get in the hands, stand in the place where they are not in the way, three or five in groups, whisper "This is a high platform for many years. It has been very strong. How do you collapse?"
"Isn't that child a blessing, not a life of Houye?"
"I want to say that it should be that the Song ancestors did not agree with Song Houye to pass the children and collapse the high platform to show punishment..."
"But the child is also surnamed Song. I can't write two Song characters. The child is also a descendant of the Song ancestors..."
"He is surnamed Song, and he is not a grandson of his own life. The Song ancestors in the temple, all of them are capable people, the most important blood heritage..."
"Small voice, a little whisper, this is in front of the Song dynasty, you are so unscrupulous about the ancestors of the dying, you are not afraid of ancestors angry, punish you..."
The clan people are stunned and look at each other, not talking...
Murong Xue’s mouth curled up with a sneer, and raised his eyebrows to look at Song Qian. He saw that he was standing not far away, and commanded a famous person in an orderly manner. In anxious eyes, there was a sinister sensation that was not easy to detect...
It is no wonder that he was quiet and motionless. He was originally recruited here, standing on the side of the high platform, and with the double cover of himself and Gaotai, he slammed the high platform without mercy, and the move was fast, ambiguous, and accurate. Their eyesight, as well as their position, did not seem to have seen him.
The high platform was built of stone and was extremely strong. Song Qian definitely played several palms before he collapsed the high platform, avoiding all the eyes and ears, and alive his brother to live on the high platform in front of the ancestral hall. He really has Smart enough, but also full of enthusiasm...
"Find Hou Ye, find Hou Ye..." The shouts of people's joy came into the ears.
Murong Xue looked sideways and saw the people moving a few large gravel, carefully lifting Song Tianwen out of the gravel...
(End of this chapter)