Chapter 115: Returning from Wang Hao

Chapter 115 Return of Wang Hao
"Mu Rongjian, you brought Song Qingyu to the Jingwangfu to give the king a charming fragrance. What is it?"
When this was said, it was full of sorrows. A small Wu’an Houfu Qianjin, even dare to count Jingjing, really did not know how to live!
Everyone despised, disdainful eyes fell to Murong Jian, Song Qingyi!
Murong Jian’s face was gloomy, and he stunned Song Qing’s eyes. It’s so stupid that such a small thing can’t be done well!
In the heart of the Song Qing dynasty, Murong Jian is a surprised look: "This ... the lower official does not know ..."
There is still a very light fragrance in the air. The plum red dress also falls on the ground in front of Jing Wang. The count of seduce and seduce cannot be pushed, but he must not admit that he knows the plan of clearing. Otherwise, it is to tell the night of disguise in disguise, they have premeditated.
"You really don't know?" The nighty dust slanted to Murong Jian, the bottom of the flashing Sen cold cold mang, seeing his back cold, all over the body cold: Song Qingyi was brought into Jingwangfu, night Dust naturally won't easily believe his words...
With a glimpse of his eyes, he raised his right hand and swears in a word: "The emperor is on the top, the back is on the ground, and the words that Murong Jian said just now are true. If there is a half-word, I am willing to be thundered, not to die. !"
The night is not easy to fool, if he arbitrarily argues, the night will not only believe him, but also despise him for shirking his responsibilities. If he does not take responsibility, he would rather swear a poisonous oath to make him innocent, even if he still doubts him at night. And it won't be too targeted.
Quietly looking at the night, I saw that the face of the night dust really eased, looking at him with a condescending look, the bottom of the flash flashed a touch of meaning: "Since Murong adults do not know, it is Song Qingyi self-assertion calculation of the king, Come, pull Song Qingqi down and hit a hundred boards!"
Murong Jian was shocked: "Qing Xiao is young, not sensible, offended the prince, but also invited the prince to open the grace!" Qing Yan body is delicate and seriously injured, if she hits a hundred boards, she will certainly be dead.
"Dare to count the king, you must bear the consequences!" The sound of the night and the cold voice reveals a deep killing: "What are you doing? Drag on, execution!"
"Yes!" The guards strode forward and grabbed Song Qingyi's arm from the left and right, and picked her up. There was no pity.
"Wang Ye, please be merciful, Qingxie is only 13 years old, although she made a mistake, but the sin is not dead..." Murong Jian pale, holding the Song Qing 妍 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 宋 宋 宋 宋 宋 宋 宋 宋 宋 宋 宋 宋The old lord of Jingjing sighed heavily.
Looking sideways at Song Qing, I saw her eyes half squatting, the corner of her mouth overflowing with blood, obviously not hurt, his eyes sank, low: "Yi Chen, Song Qingyi has been seriously injured by you, she committed The mistake is to be punished, let them go!"
At night, the dusty eyebrows smashed, hesitated for a moment, and nodded: "Everything listens to the father!"
Looking up to Murong Jian, the voice is cold and cold: "Get out immediately, from now on, you must not step into the Jing Wangfu step!"
Murong Jian’s high-hanging heart was put down for a moment, and he sighed with relief:
Thank you, Jing Wang, thank you Jing Wang...

"You don't have to say anything, just take Song Qing to cure the wound." Jing Lao Wang interrupted his words impatiently: he had guessed that Murong Jian had come to Jing Wangfu with ulterior motives, but he did not expect that Murong Jian’s purpose turned out to be It’s a dust, and it’s also used this way...
The character of Du's children is still not as flattering as it was ten years ago. The descendants of the children also let them teach them bad...
"Thank you, Jing Lao Wang is concerned!" Murong Jian flashed a glimmer of light at the bottom, looking at the wolf-stricken Song Qingyi, sighing heavily: "Qingyi is a girl, the clear white body was seen, how can this be it is good?"
"The guards here, most of the young people are not married, and Murong adults can pick one and do the songs of Song Qingyi." Night Yichen answered casually and listened to Murong Jian:
The first one to see the clear body, but the night is dusty, even if it is responsible, it should be responsible for the night, but he actually pushed the responsibility to the guards, the little ones!
Qing dynasty, but Wu’an Houfu’s money is worth a thousand dollars, so those who are low-lying people can deserve it!
Night scent is really deceiving too much!
Murong Jian ignited the raging anger and tried to succumb for a long while before he retreated. The low voice said: "The prince is misunderstood. The lower official wants to ask the people of the palace to keep secrets. Don't say anything about the clear water."
The night is not responsible for the Qing dynasty, he has no ability, no reason to persecute, can only compromise.
"There is no long tongue in the Jing Wangfu!" The sound of the night and the cold voice reveals a little ridicule.
Murong Jian dared not to speak, dare to hold Song Qingyi, and slowly walked out: "Thank you, Wang Ye, the next official is leaving!"
The failure to clear the plan, the big ugly, but also seriously injured, the next person to see their eyes is not contempt, is ridicule, they can not continue to stay here, must leave as soon as possible!
Song Qingyi was groggy, his eyes were half-squatting, and the night was ridiculous and ridiculous. She dismissed distracted words. She listened in a word, and the chest raged with anger. She snorted and spit out a blood. Fainted.
"Qing dynasty, Qing dynasty..." Murong Jian was shocked, holding Song Qing 妍, flying generally ran outward.
A beautiful young woman is walking in the face of her, our bride's lips are squatting, her hair is high and combed, revealing the beautiful face that is maintained, and the gorgeous Huasheng is in the black hair. Between, the brilliance, the whole person is more graceful and luxurious, cold eyes glanced over the pale face, unconscious, Song Qingyi, disdain:
"There are even more people who use the fragrant incense to calculate the dust, the Murong family is really more than a despicable shame..."
The face of Jing Lao Wang’s face was gloomy and shouted:
What are you talking about?

"Don't I say wrong? Just called Song Qingyi, isn't it because of the calculation of the dust, not being beaten by the dust?" The beautiful young woman raised her eyebrows and looked at Jing Lao Wang, and her eyebrows were full of pride.
She had already come to Jingwangfu. I saw that there was a good show here, so I didn't bother. When the play was over, I came over.
Jing Lao Wang’s face is more gloomy:
Is it not for you to stay in Yunnan? How come you came to Beijing?
Murong Jian, Song Qing’s character is not very good, he is too lazy to talk about them.
"My son wants to be a relative. If I am a mother, it is natural to come to the capital of the capital, to arrange for him, what to do in Yunnan?" The young woman is unceremoniously asking: Jing Lao Wang does not agree with her to come to Beijing, she After a few days of departure, I rushed to catch up and finally arrived at Jingwang House today.
Jing Lao Wang disdain: "Mu Rongxue is going to remarriage with your son, not a married person!"
(End of this chapter)