Chapter 377: Lingtang shock (2)

Chapter 377 Seclusion of the Hall (2)
Murong Xue sneered and sneered: Song Tian asked, Song Qian has turned against the enemy, Song Qingyi and Wu Huihui, Song Qingyan mother and son must have a gap, she rushed out so eagerly, take the initiative to give others a gun, they naturally have to complete!
Is she telling herself? Give her a confession!
Murong Xuesu's little hand pointed to the young man who was arrested by the younger sisters: "I will come here, and I will blame him for all the troubles."
"Girl, you kicked me, I will drop to the mourning hall, collapse the roof, smash the coffin, and disturb the Song dynasty..." The man explained in a hurry, his eyes were anxious. Cried out.
Murong Xue was unmoved, and looked at him like a smile: "There are so many places in the capital, you don't run here, you don't run there, but you ran to the roof of the Song Hall of Song Dynasty. It's a coincidence..."
The young man’s eyes flashed unnaturally:
Small is flustered and will come here...

Murong Xue waved his hand and interrupted his words: "If you lie, you should not say it, and I will not believe it. Just say it, who told you to lead me here?"
When she discovered that this was Song Qian Lingtang, she knew that she had been counted.
She blamed her for her guilt, but others counted the troubles that made her come out, she would not take it all on her own...
The young man flashed a glimpse of what was flashing, and disappeared in an instant. Humility said: "The girl said, laughing, the small is fancy the girl's hair, she will steal it, be discovered by the girl, catch up, The little nature is turning and running, what can't be cited..."
Murong Xue sneered: "The people on the street come and go, the normal thief will pick someone down. I am sitting in the carriage. My hair is not easy to steal. If you are not careful, you will be caught...

The young man smiled: "The girl's hair is delicate, expensive, and she likes to steal valuables when she is small. After selling it, the silver is changed..."
"Is it? It can be less expensive than it is. It is not as good as your own life. When I chase you, I have to catch up several times. Normal thieves should not throw away the hairpins in exchange for their own peace." Nothing? But you are holding the hair in front of you, just like holding it, to do something important..." Murong Xue squinting at the young man, his mouth slightly picking, like laughing .
The young man’s eyes flashed unnaturally and hurriedly said:
That’s because... because...

Looking at his anxious face, Song Qing’s eyes condensed, and proudly said: "Mu Rongxue, no matter what the reason, you have messed up my uncle's mourning hall is a fact, you talk nonsense, let me confess..."
Murong Xue’s cold eyes were like arrows, and he shot sharply at Song Qingyi:
I interrogated the thief just to give the Song girl a confession. Why did the Song girl fight? You know, you are helping the thief. Speak, are you familiar with him?"
Song Qing’s face was white, and he hurriedly said:
You don’t want to squirt blood, I don’t know him at all...

"Why are you interrupting me?" Murong Xue was unceremonious and pressed hard.
"Where do I have?" Song Qing's eyes flashed unnaturally: she just saw that Murong Xue was not pleasing to the eye and wanted to push things to Murong Xue...
"If you don't, just give me a tight mouth. If you let me hear you interrupt, don't blame me, you are welcome..." Murong Xue reluctantly reprimanded.
Song Qing’s pretty face, instantly rising red, gnashing his teeth: "Murong Xue, here is the Song Dynasty, it is not possible for you to scatter wild..."
"Stay in the mouth, don't quarrel, here is the second brother's mourning hall, not the place where you quarrel." Song Tian asked to walk in, and there was a little anger in the sharp eyes.
Song Qing hurriedly rushed forward, crying and crying: "Hey, look at the good things that Murong Xue did, poor second uncle, no peace when you die..."
Song Tian asked her to follow her direction, saw the coffin dumped, and the Song Qian body that fell to the ground. The bottom of the scorpion flashed a strange look, and suddenly an unidentified object was found in the chest, and the chest was tightly blocked. Open your mouth and try to breathe, but you can't breathe a sigh of breath.
"Hey, what's wrong with you?" Song Qingyi found out that he was not right and reached out to help him.
Song Tian asked her to push her away. His face turned into a purple sauce. He clung to his clothes and beat his chest, but he couldn’t open the unidentified things. He became more and more uncomfortable and more and more uncomfortable. The tall body fell straight down...
"Hey!" Song Qing screamed and slammed into the face of Song Tianqian. He saw his eyes wide and his face was slightly distorted. His heart did not jump, his blood did not flow, and his breath did not...
"Hey!" Song Qing's miserable crying penetrated the clouds and resounded through the clouds.
The guests looked at each other with a sigh of shock and incredulity: Song Houye died so inexplicably, which is incredible...
"Murong Xue, I was mad at you, and you were mad at you..." Song Qingyi hated and glared at Murong Xue, and the raging anger of the bottom of the dynasty, I wished to let her live.
Murong Xue: "..."
Song Qian was poisoned by Song Tianwen himself. Song Qian’s coffin was destroyed. Song Tian asked for gloating and disaster. How could he be mad?
"Hey... you wake up... oh..." Song Qingyi held the body of Song Tian’s body, and the crying sorrow was miserable. The sad crying heard the guests who came to mourn the slightest sadness: Song Houye was seriously injured and looked When the younger brother’s coffin was destroyed, he was angry and sorrowful, and he lost his life. It’s really pitiful. Song Er’s father has just passed away, and he hasn’t been buried yet. Song Hou’s death has passed away. Wu’an Houfu is really a disaster.
The eyes of everyone blaming fell to Murong Xue. If she did not damage the coffin of Song Er’s master, Song Houye would not be mad.
Murong Xue sank and sank slowly, and walked slowly to Song Tianqian, kneeling down and reaching for his wrist.
"What are you doing?" Song Qing sighed with anger and opened the hand of Murong Xue without mercy.
Murong Xue said coldly: "I have a look at Song Houye still have to save!"
"You are less likely to be a good-hearted person, but I am mad at you, but you are mad at you..." Song Qingyi hated the Murong Xue and screamed.
"Stop." Murong Xue slammed Song Qingyi's words: "If I were you, I saw that my father suddenly fell to the ground, and immediately asked someone to ask the doctor to diagnose the pulse, to see if he still saved. Instead of holding his arm, crying and crying called him to die, even if Song Houye is really dead, then he is not mad at me, but is crying by your stupid daughter."
Happy New Year! At the end of the last chapter, I have a minor repair. If I read the text before 7:00, I can go and see...
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