Chapter 697: You are so shouting

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This method of harming people is called the spirit of the soul. The former Song Taihao is dismissive.
At first she was also a naive girl, curious about everything, and once inadvertently found a secret in her mother's room, and she saw the booklet. There are other things in the dark space, such as the little man made of cloth, some yellow paper, white plates painted with cinnabar, and even the bottom of Buna's...
She doesn't know what her mother is doing with these things.
Just as she read the book after the book was written, the mother came in.
Song Taixuan still remembers that when her mother found the booklet in her hand, her face suddenly became sullen, and she was scared on the spot. A slap in the face of her, her mother's gnashing teeth, various warnings, she has not forgotten until now, whenever she recalls this, her face seems to be still burning pain.
Because of this, the original is just curious to flip through, but the slap in the face of the girl's Song Taixuan remembered the content of the soul-stricken, clear for more than ten years.
Since being moved to this palace, Song Taihao has no hope for the future. What is glory and prosperity has gone with the wind, leaving only a sly name, to fulfill the filial piety of the new emperor Nan Gongqing, but it is her youth and hope.
Even the Song family has fallen, and Song Taixuan still has any hopes. In desperation, she thought of revenge.
Therefore, she finally remembered the spirit of the soul, clearly as if I saw it yesterday.
Originally, she just had the mentality of trying it out. After all, this kind of thing, when I heard the name, I knew that the deep-spoken women were arrogant and arrogant, and they could not be elegant. But even if it didn't work, let's vent it. Song Taihao finally made the first time after paying ten fingers.
And tonight, it is the thirteenth time of Song Taihao.
Already familiar with the process, even if there is a pattern on the yellow paper with memory in mind, Song Taihao just glanced at it habitually and began to write.
The white nib has been dyed red by blood, and Song Taihao slowly draws on the paper.
She did not know what the painting was. She only used memory and occasionally looked at the template for the first painting on yellow paper. She had already painted very smoothly. The twisted lines are entwined, like a silk thread of fate, intertwined, complicated and dazzling.
The yellow paper is printed with a pattern, and slowly, the air also has a smell. I didn’t dare to move when I pruned, and my heart picked up an uproar. Although she has seen Song Taihao painting many times, she still sees the heartbeat, as if the patterns are magical, she must her soul away.
Suddenly shuddered, pruning back to God, slammed his thigh hard, and the pain made her recover calm.
Finally painted, Song Taihao put down the pen, and a circular pattern has been drawn on the yellow paper in front of him. It is composed of lines around, and in the middle is the birth of Nangong Hong, which is not wrong at all.
A cool breeze suddenly blew in, and Song turned his head and looked alert.
Quietly outside the window, nothing, a crescent moon hangs in the sky. The night sky is dim, the autumn is cool, and the shadows printed on the ground are blurred.
"Pruning, go to close the window." Song Taihao out of the channel.
"Yes, it’s too embarrassing." The pruning got up and went to the window, and the probe looked out.
Suddenly, she saw a flower in front of her eyes, as if she had seen something, and passed away. But she can see again, there is nothing, even a little voice can not hear, only the cool breeze blowing on the face, more and more black and sultry.
Quickly close the window, pruning and closing the window in the east, and then returning to Song Tai.
A scorching smell came, and the pruning saw that Song Tai was burning his hair.
The bundle of long hair, it took her a lot of effort to collect a little who was in charge of cleaning in the room of the 12th King, and spent her twelve silver. The difficulty of cleaning out such a bunch of hair from a pile of garbage can be imagined.
The young children's hair is as thin as silk, and when it touches the candle, it burns up and turns into a dregs smaller than the rice grains. Song Taihao is like a baby, carefully collecting these black slags, placing them on the yellow paper that just painted the spell, and then igniting the yellow paper.
The fluttering flames burned yellow paper, a little bit of ashes, and baked a faint trace of the tabletop.
The pruning had already prepared the tea, and quickly went over. Song Taizhen grabbed the black ash from the yellow paper on the table, put it in the mouth, then took a sip of water and swallowed it.
The tea flowed out along the corner of the mouth, and the bitter and stinky taste made her swallow the eyes straight, but she was like a desperate, coughing and swallowing, and her mouth was still ambiguous.
at the same time……
In the distant place, in a temple, sleeping on a large bed suddenly a small body suddenly trembled, and then moved.
The maiden watched by the side of the palace looked at the heart, and the eyes that had already slept and cried suddenly and suddenly, and almost screamed out. She hurriedly licked her mouth, not revealing a little bit of voice, and her face changed dramatically.
It was not until she rushed to the temple that she shook her voice and shouted: "Not good, the twelve princes are sick again!"
But for a moment, the news has already been passed to the Queen Mother's ear in the main hall. She refused to wash and wear, and hurriedly put on a fox and squatted to the partial hall. Seeing Nangong Hong, who was already full of houses, she couldn’t stop her heart.
"Don't worry after the mother, they are already ready, just wait for tonight..."
Aside, when I woke up, it was Su Yi’s soft words, which reminded her of the planned plan. She murmured and folded her hands together: "Amitabha, Bodhisattva bless, this must be caught!"
The same is a muttering voice, the Queen Mother is full of worries, but Song Taihao is full of faces, only vicious.
"The soul starts... Come back, the slave of the other is the slave of the world, and listen to the call..." The voice of the sinister echoes in the dimly lit temple, and the pruning becomes more and more cold.
Just like there are countless ghosts drilled out of hell, around him. These ghosts can't be seen or touched, but they are filled with coldness. A cold wind swept over, the pruning swayed, and she clearly closed the window, how could there be wind?
Suddenly, the loud bang, the closed temple door was knocked out from the outside, and slammed into countless banned troops.
"Bold Song Taihao, even using this sinister and sinister sorcerer to murder the twelve princes, now the evidence is conclusive, and it is not a slap in the face!" The forbidden army led the squad, and dozens of banned troops surrounded the main hall took out the knives at the same time. The woman in the middle.
It’s like a blue sky, and the pruning can’t be prevented. When you look at the people in front of you, you suddenly have a big voice:
Your Majesty!

Worse, it’s gone, she’s dead!
No one looked at her at all, and everyone including Nangong Qing was staring at Song Taihao.
The residue of a mouth will stain the black lips, and the face of the skull will be a little surprised, and there will be fear in the curtains that it is too late to cover up. The filigree jade finger that was not taken back on the table was covered with blood and streaky holes, which was shocking.
Song Taihao stared straight at Nangong Qing, and for a long time did not speak, the whole person was like petrochemical, and there was no movement at all.
The entire hall, dead and dead...
The line of sight was transferred from the horrible gloomy woman to the table. Nan Gongqing looked at the yellow paper, the candle, the embroidery needle... Especially when the bowl was covered with blood and water, the face was heavy and iron blue!
"Song Taihao..."
Nangong Qing gnawed his teeth and said with a word and an anger: "Why are you not thin, why do you want to do this??"
The eyes gradually became clear, as if they were waking up from the curse. Song Taihao turned his head in a difficult way. From the surrounding banned army, he saw the Xiao Chunzi and saw Nangong Qing.
Why do you want to do this!
why why……
She has long wanted to ask why, but who is going to answer her? Song Taihao suppressed more than a year of anger and resentment, and finally squirted like a volcano at this moment, screaming and screaming: "Nan Gongqing, you ask me why? Why? Hahahaha... You actually asked me why?"
"Revenge, don't you understand, I am taking revenge!"
The sharp and high-pitched voice is incomparably clear at this moment, echoing in the empty palace of the moon. The candlelight swayed, and shadows were cast on the wall. No one spoke, it was extremely weird and terrifying.
The pruning knows that he is finished, and he trembles on the ground. The song cursed by Song Tai complains: "Namiya Qing, you hurt me, I am so embarrassed to say that I am not thin? You still have to shame?"
"I watched you grow up from a young age, I am waiting for you not thin! Now the emperor is gone, Nangong Qing you are like me, I am in the cold palace, let me kill myself, is this your filial piety?" Nangong Chenmou has nothing to do with me. You have been close to me for a few days and said a few words, so I suspect that I am also with Nangongchen all the way? Tell you, I am too embarrassed, too embarrassing! But it’s so bad for you, Nangong Qing, are you worthy of me?"
If the situation is mad, Song Taihao's sharp and high-pitched voice is undisguised. With his raised eyes and his waving arms, he almost shocked everyone. This woman, I am afraid it is really crazy!
The question of Nangong Qingxintou was completely answered.
It turned out that this woman has never been concerned about his kindness! I only felt that he had harmed her, and that he had squandered all his anger and anger, and used this sinister spell to murder a small child.
"Song Taihao, do you really think that you are not guilty?"
Nangong Qing suddenly opened his mouth and revealed a majesty. He said: "You said that you have nothing to do with Nangongchen? You are innocent? Then I ask you, what is hidden inside the secret room in the back garden of the Song family? !"
"You mean shouting?!"