Chapter 1602: Who is the real murderer (1)

Chapter 1602 Who is the real murderer (1)
"Really!" Murong Xue rarely joined the hurricane, the teahouse assassination incident, she suspected several people, but did not expect that the behind-the-scenes dispatcher turned out to be the national deputy.
"The deputy commander of the country is really embarrassed." If he and Shizi did not find out that the deputy was wrong, he followed him and estimated that they did not know the truth of the assassination until now. It’s really deep enough...
Murong Xue smiled and said: "The old fox, this has always been the case." If he is not hidden, he will not betray the Queen of the State for so long, has not been discovered...
"It’s just pitiful, cold and cold, and he almost gave him a black pot." The hurricane was full of emotion.
Murong Xue heard the words, sinking his eyes, and the behind-the-scenes master who killed her and the ensigns of the state’s guards was the deputy commander of the country. The coldness was innocent, poisoning the queen, sending people to assassinate her and the ensign. I have nothing to do with him, and she has always suspected the wrong person...
The hoof of the hoarding hoof suddenly sounded, and Murong Xue returned to God. I saw a horse riding a car and ran straight to her...
Murong Xue glanced at him and quickly slammed. The horse and the board ran past her clothes and brought a gust of wind...
The hurricane's face sank instantly, and when the carriage was slammed, it was necessary to blame it, but when the carriage stopped, a middle-aged man of forty years old jumped out of the car and hurried to Murong Xue. Running side by side: "I'm sorry, sorry, little girl... The horse ran too fast, didn't hold it for a while... You're fine..."
The middle-aged man’s eyes and apologies are obviously not really pulling the fast horse, not deliberately arbitrarily.
The face of the hurricane eased and looked at the middle-aged man who did not speak.
Murong Xue smiled and smiled: "I am fine, uncle don't have to worry."
Murong Xue was clean and clean under the whole body. It was clear and refreshing. There was no trace of being hit. The middle-aged man put down his heart: "That's good, then it's good..." Middle-aged man smiled Said, suddenly thought of something, turned and took a pot of flowers from the board, handed to Murong Xue: "Little girl, this pot of flowers for you, it is a sin..."
Murong Xue: "...no need." The carriage didn't hit her, but it used to be a sin.
The middle-aged man shook his head in disapproval. Although his carriage didn't hit people, but the carriage rushed toward her, she must have been shocked. This flower, gave people a crush: "Little girl, accept, accept it... ..."
The middle-aged man couldn’t help but say that he had given the pot of flowers to Murong Xue.
Murong Xue: "... really no need..."
Seeing that Murong Xue wants to return the flowers to him, the middle-aged man’s face is bitter:
Little girl, you don’t accept this flower, the uncle’s sleep is difficult...
His carriage surprised people, not to pay for the gift. , my heart is not practical...
Looking at the bitter face of the middle-aged man, Murong Xue: "..." Ok, okay, the uncle sent her potted flowers for peace of mind, she took it, this flower is not a valuable variety, the uncle sent a pot, also No big loss...
"Thank you for your uncle." Murong Xue said with a slight smile. He took the flower pot and saw that only one flower was planted in the pot, but the flower plant had four branches at a height of four centimeters. The branches are all thin and tender, the flowers are pink and white, the flowers are small, but very dense, a string of strings, it is beautiful.
Such a beautiful flower, Murong Xue, whether in modern times or in ancient times, has never seen it. In my heart, I couldn’t help but ask: "Uncle, what is this flower?"
(End of this chapter)