Chapter 475: Comb

Chapter 475 Comb
"Do you have a good idea?" Night Yi Chen raised his eyebrows and looked at Xu Tianyou.
"There is no way to talk about it, and there are still some subtotals for carving." Xu Tianyou smiled slightly and was unpredictable.
Shuntianfu prison, dark and damp, bursts of scent around the tip of the nose, smoked people want to vomit, Song Qingyi lying on the dirty grass, eyes closed, small face pale white bloodless, body horizontal, vertical cloth Full of scars, I don’t know if I die or live...
Murong Rou stood in front of the iron bar, crying and suffocating: "Qing dynasty, you wake up, clear, my mother came to see you..."
Song Qing’s eyes were closed and there was no reaction at all...
Murong softly grieves, tears like broken beads, flowing down the cheeks, most of her screams are crying in her sorrow: "Clear, mother is sorry for you, clear..."
"What's the use of crying now?" Song Tian asked with a cane to come forward. He looked at Murongrou's anger and was about to spurt out the fire: "A good daughter, you are half-dead, you are still in jail, you are crying now." Sad again, she can’t recover as ever...

Murong Rou’s face was gloomy and gloomy, and Song Tian asked:
The things between our mother and daughter are not enough to ask you...

"When you have an anecdote, this prince will not bother to ask, but Qing is also the daughter of Ben Hou. You are harming the blasphemy, it is harming the prince..." Song Tian asked her coldly and interrupted her words.
Murong soft eyes sharp: "You are blaming our mother and daughter for being tired of you?"
"It's not a clean and tiring affair. You are tired of the prince and the Qing dynasty. You dare to say that you are poisoning in the hot springs. Isn't it that you instructed the Qing dynasty? Do you dare to say that the cold poison is not for you? You dare to say filth The words of Murong Xue are not what you taught to Qing..." Song Tian asked Li Wen, and his voice was louder than one.
Murong softly lost, his eyes flashed unnaturally: "I didn't mean to be deliberate..."
"I know, you want to make a clear calculation of Murong Xue, I want to climb a high official, find a powerful wife for your brother. It is true that people go to the heights, but why don't you think about it, Murong Xueyu is So good to deal with? You played with her so many times, which one won?"
Song Tian asked Gu Rongrou to look at the condescending, full of ridicule: "Fighting and defeating is a good character, but you have to think about it, what will happen after the failure, reckless calculations, that is, the end of the Qing Up..."
Murong has a faint gaze: "I just want to help my brother and make him a good person..."
"Your brother is already in his thirties. He is a person who has been in the officialdom for more than ten years. He has a plan, a brain, what he wants, he will not fight for himself, but will you help me?"
Song Tian asked unceremonious reprimand: "You are a deserted woman who was taken away, and An Shou has stayed in the town of Houfu. It will be fine after the second half of life. Why are you still coming out to stir up the three, and now, my daughter. Your life will be ruined by you, are you satisfied?"
"Song Tian asked, when you are born, you are the eldest son who is high on the top. You don't understand the pain of being oppressed by us." Murong softly screamed Song Tian and screamed.
Song Tian asked disdain: "Mu Rongrou, all the time, you are bullying others, who dares to oppress you? That year's Murong Yue, the wind and the ages, a righteousness, after the successor, did not treat your mother and child three and a half points Today, Murong Yu is only fourteen years old and has never done anything bad for you..."
"Song Tian asked, less to say so just and sorrow. At the beginning, when we were just married, you didn't have to smash Murong with me." Murong soft squinted at Song Tianwen, and the eyebrows were scornful: "Now, it is a fire." Burning, your brain is burnt, or burned, and even help Murong to talk to one..."
"Stop." Song Tian asked Li Sheng to interrupt his words, and there was a raging anger at the bottom!
Murong softly said that if he is innocent, he said: "I almost forgot, there is a saying that things are not right, high hangs, Song Houye has already parted ways with me, my glory, my humiliation and Song Houye There is a slight relationship between them. Therefore, Song Houye is indifferent to my pursuit of name. If I am still Mrs. Song, Song Houye must support me very much. For the sake of fame and fortune, Murong Xue..."
"Shut up, Benhou and you, there is nothing to say, you Murong's family things, Benhou is not interested in asking questions, but you remember clearly, don't use the Qing dynasty to calculate people, otherwise, this is absolutely absolute Can't you!" Song Tian asked for a screaming anger, and the bottom of the was burning with anger.
Murong soft disdain: "I know, but Song Houye, the most urgent task, still think about it, how to save the Qing dynasty, she is seriously injured, if she stays in this dirty prison, her life is worrying. ......"
"Qingyi is the one you came in, you can find a way to save her..." Song Tian asked her to return to her.
Murong soft frowned slightly: "The Qing dynasty is off the palace, the seven or seven princess, I am a house woman, how can I think of saving her..."
Song Tian asked slightly Emei: "Mu Rongxue and Ouyang Shaohao have a good relationship. It is better to go to Murong Xue..."
"Forget it, the clear calculation is Murong Xue, to Murong Xue that must report the temper, not let people torture the dead in the prison is very good, but also ask her to release people..." Murong soft did not want to, One refused.
"What should I do?" Song Tian asked to look at the lying in the prison, Song Qingyi, who was unclear, and frowned. "It seems that Qingyan can't stand for a long time. Murong Xue there, it doesn't work at all?" Lieutenant, the seven or seven princesses, they can't think...
Murong was indulged for a moment, and there was a glimmer of light in his eyes: "It is not impossible to ask Murong Xue to let people go."
Song Tian asked a glimpse: "What do you mean?"
Murong soft smiled, mysterious, and surprised.
Evacuate toward the clouds, the mist subsides, and a little golden light shines through the clouds and spills over the earth.
Night Yi dust wears a purple robes and slowly walks into the room of Qinghui Garden.
Murong Xue was chilly. After coming out of other hospitals, he did not return to the town of Houfu, nor did he return to Xiaoyao Wangfu. Instead, he came directly here.
There was no curtain hanging between the inner and outer chambers of the room. Ouyang Shaolu clearly saw that Murong Xue wore a snow-blue dress and sat in front of the dressing table, slowly picking the jewelry.
Ouyang Shaohao stood behind her, holding a wooden comb, gently combing her hair, the natural movement, the natural appearance, the eyes of the night dust slightly tingling.
Murong Xue’s hair was black and smooth, and it was turned up and down in the hands of Ouyang Shaohao. Soon it was combed into a delicate hair...
(End of this chapter)