Chapter 341: Meet the enemy

Chapter 341: Matching Enemies
Song Qian was only thinking about letting his son inherit the position, and he did not care what Wu’an Houfu would look like in his son’s hands!
He is the current Wu Anhou, shouldering the great responsibility of the rise and fall of Wu'an Houfu. He does not want to be the sinner of Wu'an Houfu. Therefore, he will never hand Wu'an Houfu to the two defeated families...
Looking at the back of Song Tian’s gradual departure, Song Qian’s sharp eyes slammed in the cold: Wu’an’s position was exchanged for his elders’ lives, and Song Tian’s question was to give the title to others. It is selfish!
He is the son of his father and the grandson of his grandfather. He has the responsibility to guard the position of Wu Anhou, and to pass it back and forth among the descendants of these ties, and never let it fall to the outsiders...
Murong Xue sat in the elegant room, through the open bamboo door, looking at Song Tian’s eyes, and then looking at the face of Song Qian’s iron blue, gently picking his eyebrows:
The two brothers, turned against each other’s hatred. ""
"The hereditary position has a great temptation to make the biological brothers turn against each other." Ouyang Shaohao said faintly, a familiar look.
Murong Xue smiled: "The eyes of the two brothers are not only because of the Hou, but also because some people are behind the scenes..."
Ouyang Shaoyan’s mouth was slightly curved. The men who dared to discuss the hereditary title in person were naturally instructed:
Do you think that the mastermind behind them is not Song Qian?

"Of course not!" Murong Xue shook his head, his eyes were faint. Song Qian and Song Tianwen were born brothers. The relationship was not bad. If Song Qian wanted Song Tian to ask his son, he could face face to face, or, maybe, look for Mrs. Song. , safe and fast...
Looking for a few men in the Linjianglou hall where people come and go, talking about the hereditary title, but also specifically pointed out that the eldest son is disabled, there is no child, obviously forced to ask Song Tian, ​​mocking Song Tianwen, before this, Song Qian will never do this, Only Song Tian’s enemies will be so hot...
Song Tianwen is a smooth person. He rarely sinned in the court. So far, his enemies have only two: Mu Rongrou and Murong Jian.
Murong is afraid of the rumors of the capital, has been shrinking in the town of Houfu, not to come out, the suspect who counted Song Tian asked, there is only one Murong Jian.
Yesterday, Song Tian asked to use his own network in the DPRK to stir up the promotion of Murong Jian. Today, Murong Jian is looking for someone to attack the defects of Song Tianwen, poke the heart of Song Tian’s question, and indirectly intervene in the candidate of Wu’an heir, and stir up Song Tian’s question. Angry and angry...
Hehe, these two people are all sly characters. You come and go, don’t give each other, hold the weaknesses of the other side, and you will not be merciless. The hatred between them is big...
There is also Song Qian, he and Song Tianwen also turned their backs and became hatred. There must be a fierce battle between the two brothers...
The excitement of the capital is one, and then one, she will not be bored...
Murong Xue was infinitely good, put down the bamboo chopsticks, and smiled at the Ouyang Shaohao: "I am full, the food in Linjianglou is really delicious!"
Looking at her gleaming eyes, Ouyang Shaohao’s obsidian-like eyes flashed a touch of incomprehensible laughter:
Would you like to pack some snacks and bring them back?

"No, the cakes in Linjiang Tower are ready to be baked. The taste is the most delicious. After the packaging is brought back, the cakes are cold, and the taste is not so delicious..." Murong Xue said with a slight smile, stood up and opened. The door is elegant.
A purple figure suddenly came into view, and Murong’s smile disappeared without a trace. The beautiful Liu Mei gently licked: It’s really narrow.
The wrist turned over and was about to close the door of the room. The purple figure saw her: "Snow."
There was a little joy in the indifferent voice, Murong Xue did not hear it, and the unpleasant frowning, not salty and not light: "Jing dynasty."
"You also come to eat!" Nighty dust came forward, faintly looking at her, the dark eyes of the dark eyes flashed.
"Yeah!" Murong Xue nodded casually, a look that he did not want to talk to him.
The night dust seems to have not been seen, whispered: "Are you eating?"
"Already used..." Murong Xue nodded without saltiness.
The night is not worthy of the mood, faintly said: "I am eating in Lanxiang, you have something to do..."
"Snow, it's not early, let's go." Ouyang Shaohao interrupted his words unceremoniously, and Shiran went forward and took Murong Xue's waist.
At night, I noticed that there was a Ouyang Shaolu in Ya's room. His hand like jade was lightly placed on the small waist of her fiery Liu Liu, as if she was sworn in her sovereignty.
The night smog looked particularly glaring, the handsome face was slightly gloomy, and the sharp eyes swept across the cup plate on the table. The cold road: "Ouyang Shizi... Come with Xue?"
"Well, we have already used the meal, ready to go back, trouble Jing Wang Ye let a hand." Ouyang Shaohao said faintly, no wind and no waves in the voice without any emotion.
Night Yichen felt that Ouyang Shaohao was showing off to him and let him know that Murong Xue had a close relationship with him.
There was a haze in the sharp eyelids, and it disappeared in no time. Looking up to Murong Xue: "Xue, my father has something to say to you, when will you meet him?"
"When I have time, I will go to Jingwangfu to see Jing Wang." Murong Xue casually returned to him, and the cold voice was permeated.
The night breeze brows and squats, and then stretches out again, gently nodded: "Good!" The deep eyes of the eyes reveal the look that others can't understand.
"Farewell." Ouyang Shaohao said faintly, taking Murong Xue, the road went straight to the night and Shi Shiran went out.
After walking out of the Linjiang Building, Murong Xue could still feel the night's gaze to see her gaze, and Liu Mei slightly picked it.
"The relationship between you and the night of the dust has improved." Ouyang Shaoxiao smiled slightly at Murong Xue, Qingyue voice like a string, beautiful and moving.
Murong Xue heard the eyelids jump and jumped, unnatural smile: "Is there?"
"Of course, you have seen him before, and they are not false. Today, not only did he respond to his words, but his attitude towards him was much better." Ouyang Shaohao said lowly, looking at Murong Xue There is a dangerous light in the obsidian-eyed eyes: "Is there something happening between you that I don't know? Ah?"
"No!" Murong Xue did not want to, and denied it.
"Then how did your attitude towards him change so much?" Ouyang Shaohao said low and low, step by step.
Murong Xue frowned slightly: "I just didn't talk to him badly. Is this called change?"
(End of this chapter)