Chapter 1017: Left to visit (1)

Chapter 1017 Left to Visit (1)
Luo Yan’s face was white and almost forgot. Many of the people and contacts he used in his hands were taken from Luo Tai’s teacher after the death of Luo Tai’s teacher. If he is the suspect of the dead Luo Tai division. 'The matter is exposed, those people, the network has eight or nine will have problems...
"Luoyunxi, your father's real cause of death has not been ascertained, and there is doubt about this aspect, and it needs to be kept secret."
Murong Xue disdain and laughed: "Luo Yanxiang, do you think this thing can live in sorrow?" Luo Taishi died seven years, want to find out his real cause of death, need to use Dali Temple, a considerable part of the Criminal Department, and the Criminal Ministry is Responsible for major cases, it will not be easily sent out. Once it is dispatched, it will attract the attention of many people. Coupled with the strict review of the three divisions, it will also attract the attention of the Manchu and the military, and investigate the truth about the death of the Luotai division. It may be carried out quietly, but it will be raging, and Luo Qixiang is the suspect of the death of Luo Taishi, and he simply can’t hold it...
The face of Luo Xiaoxiang changed paler in a moment, and the hand under the sleeves was tightly gripped. It was his carelessness and neglected this matter...
I have been paying attention to the emperor of Luo Yixiang, and found out his strangeness. Li Lili quickly flashed a trace of something, and said: "What happened to Luo Yan? But the body is not comfortable?"
Luo Yan bent his mouth and bent his mouth, trying to hold a smile: "Thank you for your concern, the minister is innocent..."
"That's good……"
The emperor and Luo Yuxiang's guest set, Murong Xue heard some impatience, tonight, she found the truth of the death of Luo Taishi, beaten the murder of his Luo Yanxiang, also considered a rich collection, too lazy to re-emerge with the emperor, Luo Yixiang and the snake, Murong Xue coldly said: "The method of the emperor is very good, just start the investigation according to the meaning of the emperor, I still have things, take a step, leave." In the speech, Murong Xue both feet light, slender body In the blink of an eye, I went outside the door and swept away from the palace...
Looking at her figure that was fast away, the emperor looked gloomy. He hadn't spoken yet. She left. This Luoyun River is more and more arrogant...
And Luo Xiaoxiang on the hard ground, looking at the direction of Murong Xue disappeared, the sharp scorpion chilling shot: Luoyun Creek!
Murong Xue, who has already flew far away, did not know the emperor's anger and the resentment of Luo Yixiang. After flying out of the palace, she went directly to the small courtyard.
The small courtyard is brightly lit, Ouyang Shaohao is sitting on the lounge chair under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, holding a wine glass, the jug boasting and drinking, seeing Murong Xue descending from the sky, he gently picks his eyebrows: "Come back.

"Yeah." Murong Xue nodded, Shi Shiran went to Ouyang Shaohao, and smiled at the curved eyebrows, seeing Ouyang Shaoyan's mouth bent: "So happy, but what happy event?"
"Happy event? It is OK!" Now she is Luoyun Creek, and Luo Yunxi’s Qiu Jialuo has fallen into mold. For her, it is also a happy event.
Thinking of the miserable appearance of Luo Xixiang being beaten by her, and the situation that Luo Qixiang will face in the future, Murong Xue’s mood is inexplicable, and the dark eyes are full of smiles, and the surplus is full of insults. Beautiful and beautiful.
Ouyang Shaohao’s heart is like being hit by a soft soft heart. The heart of the lake rises, I don’t know if I put down the jug, the wine glass, and the hand-to-hand Murong Xue, who is close at hand, pulls into her arms, thin lip print On her sakura red lips, twirling and kissing, faint ink bamboo fragrant, mixed with the aroma of sweet-scented osmanthus wine into the lips, Murong Xue suddenly returned to God, forcefully pushed Ouyang Shaohao: "How much wine did you drink? ?"
"Half pot." Ouyang Shaoqi said lowly, including Murong Xue's lips in her mouth, depicting her lips in a thin shape, and the warm breath mixed with a touch of wine on the cheeks of Murong Xue. Some of her smoked was dizzy: "Ouyang Shizi, you drank more than half a pot of bars."
(End of this chapter)