Chapter 376: Lingtang shock (1)

Chapter 376 Lingtang shock (1)
The bustling streets are bustling with people coming and going, and there are shops on both sides of the street.
A luxury carriage slowly walked in the crowd. There were no signs hanging on the car, but the walls of the rosewood, as well as the exquisite car rims, the windows made the pedestrians look a lot more.
A breeze blew through, bringing a touch of pastries, and a sense of hunger in the car's Murong snow belly, reaching out and picking up the curtain: "No trace, go buy it for me."
Hukouling is a little far from the capital. She rushed to the city. Until now, she rushed back to Beijing. The breakfast time was over and the lunch time was not there. She was too lazy to use the dinner again. Simply use some cake mats. .
"Yes!" There is no trace of silence, stop the carriage, and stride to the pastry shop not far away to buy cakes.
Murong Xue was bored, picking up the curtains and looking out. I saw a cornerboard in a corner not far away, a brightly-knit clam, a small squat into and out of the shop, and a paper-like product placed in the shop. Take away more than half...
"Hey, this Shou shop is very prosperous, and which one is dead..."
"You are a little whispered, the second lord of Wu'an Houfu is doing funeral..."
"It’s the calculation of my brother, the incident was caught, and it was violent in the prison..."
"Yes, it is him... Song Hou heard that he was violent, and let Xiao Xiao transport his body back to Wu'an Houfu, ready to bury him into the grave."
"Song Houye is really open-minded. It is so tolerant to a person who wants to put himself to death..."
"After all, is a brother of a mother compatriot..."
"That is also Song Houye generous, regardless of the former suspicion, otherwise, only by Song Qian design high platform collapse, want to kill Song Houye, Song Houye can ignore Song Qian's funeral ..."
The mouth-to-mouth argument was introduced into the ear, and Murong Xue’s mouth curled up with a smile: Song Qian’s violent, Song’s wife lost her son, and Song Qian’s burial into the grave. Song Tian’s first question was raised. Mrs. Song’s intentions can make the people respect him more, and they can also have a broad-minded reputation. It’s really smart...
A man walked silently to the front of the carriage, reached for the hairpin on the hair of Murong Xue, and ran forward quickly.
Murong Xue suddenly returned to God, touched the empty hair, bright face suddenly gloomy, screamed: "Stop!" The feet are light, the slender body instantly reached more than ten meters, chasing the man toward the man... ...
The young man rushed forward with his hairpins, and Murong Xue chased after him. The distance between the two people was getting closer and closer, getting closer...
The man glanced at him and flew to the roof, stepping on the tiles, and hurried forward, stepping out a slight ‘哗啦啦’ sound.
Murong Xue smiled coldly, his toes were light, and his figure was like a butterfly. He fluttered to the roof with a fluttering glimpse. As if it was flat, he ran fast on the tiles. The distance between the two people was getting closer and closer, and the men did not have anything. The meaning of stopping, grasping the hair, and struggling to move forward.
Murong Xue smiled coldly, his slender body vacated, and flew up a foot. He reached the man's back and pulled the man out three or four meters away. He fell heavily on a roof and only heard the sound of '哗啦'. The roof was smashed and the young man fell straight into the room under the tiles...
"Hey!" "Hey!" "Hey!"
After the violent sound, the room was silent first, and then a terrible cry burst: "Master, Master, how are you, ah..."
Murong Xue’s eyelids jumped violently: This is...who is it?
How is the tile on this roof so fragile? When a man squats up, he collapses. The ‘master’ is not seriously injured.
Murong Xue walked a few steps, standing in front of the big hole in the roof, quietly looking down, I saw a pair of nanmu coffins in the middle of the room, the coffin fell to the ground, a middle-aged woman wearing white mourning clothes in front of the coffin , holding a middle-aged man in a black shroud crying.
The middle-aged man was pale and bloodless, his eyes were closed, and his serene face revealed the pain and embarrassment before his death. It was Wu An Houfu Song Qian!
There was a big fire basin above Song Qian’s head. Song Qingyan’s two brothers squatted beside the brazier, holding a string of paper money in his hand, screaming at the arrogant young man...
Murong Xue’s cold eyes slammed up: This is... Song Qian’s mourning hall, how did they come here? The thief also collapsed the roof of his mourning hall and smashed his coffin...
"Murong Xue, hide what to hide, get down quickly." Angry reprimands came into the ears, Murong Xue followed the sound, and saw Song Qingyi standing in the hall, screaming at her.
She wore a light veil on her small face, covering most of her face, and she was exposed to the glamour of the outside, burning like a raging fire, like to squander Murong Xuesheng!
Murong Xue turned a blind eye and jumped into the hall. The evil was her, she didn’t think about hiding...
"Murong Xue, you really dare to come down!" Song Qing screamed and screamed, and the sinful Chao Muring snow rushed over...
Murong Xue dismissed and smirked, flew up a foot, and reached the chest of Song Qingyi. She took her three or four meters away and fell heavily on the hard ground. The whole body was like a scattered frame, and the pain was unbearable.
"Which onion you are, it is also worthy of teaching me!" Murong Xue looked at her at a high level, and his eyebrows were all mocking.
Song Qing’s anger and anger, the evil road:
You collapsed the roof and found the body of my uncle. I taught you what is wrong?

"Your second uncle's wife, son is here, people have not spoken, the wheel got you out?" Murong Xue reluctantly rebutted.
"You!" Song Qingyi stunned, pointing at Murong Xue, so angry that he couldn't speak, and it took half a mile to find his voice: "Two 婶, Qingyan is sad, don't care about you, I am fair to the second uncle. The same is true..."
"Do you have such kindness?" Murong Xue looked at Song Qingyi with a smile and a smile. The cold eyes were as clear as the glass, as if he had an instant insight into everything...
Song Qingxuan only felt a bang, and her heart trembled fiercely: her face was destroyed by Murong Xue. She hated Murong Xue. She took the initiative to rush out, just want to use the uncle's business, the name is justified. Lesson Murong Xue, Murong Xue sees it anyway, because: "The uncle's mourning hall was collapsed by you, and the coffin is also because you will be stumbled. Shouldn't you give us a confession?"
The eyes of everyone blamed fell on Murong Xue, the deceased was big, she disturbed Song Qian’s mourning hall, it was really inappropriate...
(End of this chapter)