Chapter 332: Poisoning

Chapter 332 Poisoning
The man who reached for the board after grabbing it and forced her out...
Looking at the handsome face of the man, the horrified gaze, Murong Xue stunned and stunned: "Song Qingyi, how are you?"
At the end of the Song and Qing Dynasties, there was a flustered flash, and it instantly returned to normal. The smile was full of joy: "Snow cousin, we met again, it is so clever!"
"It's really clever, where am I, where are you, I want a bowl of stew, the hot steam exudes the breath in your little fingernails..." Murong Xue raised his eyebrows at Song Qingyi, his eyes were light. ridicule.
Song Qing’s heart was shocked. He quickly lowered his sleeves and covered his entire hand. He laughed unnaturally:
What is Xue’s cousin saying, I don’t understand.

"Yes? Then I will understand more clearly. What are you putting in my stew bowl?" Murong Xue suddenly raised his voice as cold as ice, and heard Song Qing’s body tremble, his eyes flashing unnaturally. Flash: "The cousin is laughing, your bowl is not made by me, I can put something..."
"Then how do you explain that the strange taste in the bowl of stew is exactly the same as the one left in your little fingernails?" Murong Xue looked at her coldly and pressed hard.
Song Qing’s eyes flashed and he clung to his little finger:
This taste is not a weird taste, but a rich aroma of various foods. The taste is really not very good, but there are so many stalls here. In my hand, in the cousin bowl, it is inevitable that this taste is inevitable... The cousin should not be too much heart..."
"So, Miss Song thinks that the weird taste is just a rich aroma. Is there any problem with this bowl of stew?" Murong Xue looked at Song Qingyi for a moment.
"Nature is no problem!" Song Qing Xiaoxiao nodded.
"If this is the case, then please Miss Song to drink this bowl of stewed..." Murong Xue said coldly, grabbing Song Qingyi to the small table, and handcuffed her to the long bench.
The fragrant simmering stew is close at hand, the heat is overflowing, and people are coveted. Song Qingyu sees the eyelids jumping and jumping, unnaturally laughing: "This bowl of stew is a cousin, I will not eat..."
"I invite you to eat!" Murong Xue looked at Song Qingyi, a word.
Song Qing’s eyes turned and turned:
That... I don’t like to eat stew...

"Then you will only drink the soup." Murong Xue pressed mercilessly.
"Oh, I don't like to drink soup..." Song Qingyi shook his head and laughed unnaturally.
"How can you prove the innocence of Song's cousin without drinking soup?" Murong Xue took a look at Song Qingyi, picked up the small spoon, and slowly picked up the bowl of stewed simmered one by one, leaving only a small bowl of soup, slow delivery It’s time for Song Qing’s mouth.
"Song Cousin is not always convinced that the quirky taste is the aroma of the food? Then drink this bowl of soup, as long as Song Cousin will drink the soup without a drop, I believe the cousin..."
Hot soup, with a touch of parsley aroma straight to the tip of the nose, a good smell of coveted, Song Qing Lou bottom but a touch of panic, awkward waved to the porcelain bowl: "I said not like soup, you did not listen Is it?"
Do not want to drink soup, can not be her!
Murong Xue glanced at him, sideways avoiding Song Qing’s claws, and reached out to pinch Song Qing’s mouth, pouring the soup into it without any politeness...
The hot soup flowed into the throat, and the faint aroma filled the nose and mouth. Song Qing was full of horror, waving his hands, struggling with desperation, kicking...
Murong Xue sees if she is innocent, pinching her mouth, and swearing soup: the material in the soup is Song Qing’s, so let her enjoy enjoying her own ‘labor results’...
The soup bowl bottomed out, Murong Xue loosened Song Qingyi, and slowly stood aside.
"Cough and cough..." Song Qingyu coughed fiercely, tears were about to cough up, and his hand reached into his throat and forced to dig it. He seemed to want to spit out the soup he had just drunk, but helpless, the soup had passed the stomach. Flowing into the intestines, she spent a long time and couldn’t make a little bit of it...
Suddenly a burning pain in his face, Song Qing’s delicate face was seen by the human eye, and it was covered with dark brown spots, horizontally and vertically, extremely embarrassing.
She rubbed her cheeks, fell to the ground and rolled back and forth, smashing one small table after another, screaming through the clouds, screaming through the clouds: "Ah... help... help!"
Murong Xue sneered at her lips. It turned out that Song Qingyi gave her a disfigured medicine. It was also ruined so badly.
"Qing 妍!" The hoarse call suddenly sounded, and Murong Xue followed the sound. I saw a man coming over with the help of two guards. He wore a dark blue robes and held one in his hand. Only a cane, walking limping, wearing a soft hat on his head, wearing a mask on his face, only revealing his eyes, nose, mouth.
Looking at the little face, Song Qing, who was in pain and mourning, he glanced and screamed: "What is going on?"
Song Qingyi saw the man, his eyes lit up, and he screamed: "Hey... is Murong Xue... It’s Murong Xue who killed me..."
father? This disabled man is Song Tian asked?
Murong Xue looked at the disabled man with amazement. He saw his body slightly curved, but he did not lose his height. His eyes were faint but sharp, his voice was hoarse, but he was not harsh. He really should be a young man.
The fire on the Dragon Boat Festival, he burned it lightly. Now it seems that his skin, his legs are burnt out, and the scorpion is also smouldering...
"Murong girl, Qing Yu said, but really?" Song Tian asked Li Wen asked, sharp eyes like a sharp arrow, shot to Murong Xue.
Murong Xue did not care, long way: "The soup in the bowl is indeed what I poured it for her. However, the material in the soup is under your daughter. She is poisoned and disfigured. It is entirely her own self-sacrifice.

"You are nonsense..." Song Qingyi slammed her words, and the raging anger of the bottom of the smoldering, I wished to let her live.
"This thing, the guests here are clearly seen, can I talk nonsense?" Murong Xue looked at her coldly, and the eyebrows were scornful.
"The guests on the stalls are familiar with you, they are naturally facing you..." Song Qingyi blamed the blame, a pretty red face.
Murong Xue smiled coldly and looked at her with a condescending look: "Song Qingyi, people are doing, the sky is watching, I am innocent, even if the Shuntianfu adults come, I am not afraid, I have time, some are patience, etc. They find out The truth, however, the poison you found seems to be very poisonous. The longer the delay, the deeper the poison will be. When the poison is in the lungs, your face will be completely destroyed. Can't recover..."
(End of this chapter)