Chapter 85: Burning Song Qing

Chapter 85 Burns Song Qing
Song Qingyi wears a plum-red peach skirt, neck and shoulders are hollow, white skin, delicate clavicle looming under the gauze, the skirt is adorned with several bright diamonds, reflecting the dazzling light in the sun.
Murong Xue silently sneered, dressed so beautifully, it was prepared, but unfortunately, Ouyang Shaohao did not look at her, her thoughts were completely in vain: "Song Qingyi, here is the town of Houfu, Snow House, not Wu’an Houfu, what are you doing?
Looking at the empty space behind Murong Xue, the Song and Qing Dynasties flashed a thick loss, frowning: "Murong Xue, Ouyang Shizi?"
"Shizi doesn't want to see you, let's go!" Murong Xue was too lazy to say more with Song Qingyu, and he was unceremoniously ordered to go down.
Song Qing’s beautiful little face was pale and hateful, and Murong Xue said:
Is it what you said to Ouyang Shizi, he would not want to see me?

"Song Qingyi, Ouyang Shaohao is the person I can control? He said that he does not want to see you, that is, he is too lazy to care about you, and has nothing to do with me, your imagination is not too rich..." Murong Xue disdain, cheek The ink on the side flickered with the wind, revealing a little red mark on the neck.
Song Qingyu was so angry that she was seduce that Ouyang Shizi was so close to her, and dared to say that she did not confuse Ouyang Shizi, a hypocritical monk: "Mu Rongxue, don't forget, you are a marriage contractor, even if you commit In Ouyang Shizi, he will not marry you, you will be less daydreaming..."
Murong Xue’s bright face was gloomy, and Song Qing’s mouth was unobstructed. The more he said, the more outrageous he was, the more difficult it was to listen. She was too lazy to spend more time with Song Qingyi:
Song Qingyi, immediately rolled away from the Snow Court, I am not welcome here!

"If I say no?" Song Qingyi looked at Murong Xue provocatively, and the bottom of the fire burned with raging anger!
"Then I have to ask people to ask you to go back!" Murong Xue said a word, his eyes cold and cold.
"You dare!" Song Qing screamed at her, and screamed at the bottom.
"Come to, send the table to the room back to the room." Murong Xue rudely ordered: the tiger does not show up, when she is a sick cat, Song Qingyi Zhang Wei's provocation, she let Song Qingyi look, she dare not dare.
"Yes!" The two rough sergeants came over and set up Song Qingyi, one left and one right, and walked back quickly.
Song Qing’s feet were not touched, and he was angry and anxious. He struggled hard and screamed:
What are you doing? Let me go!

We turned a deaf ear, the rough hand clasped Song Qing’s arm and hugged her forward. No matter how hard she struggled, she couldn’t get rid of her teeth. Impatient, let me know when I am, or else, let my grandmother sell you..."
"Sorry, Miss, the slaves are in the hands of Missy, and the old lady has no right to sell slaves." The rough smacked her face with no expression, and rushed forward.
Song Qing was so angry that he looked up to Murong Xue, and his eyes were angry and he was about to spurt fire...
There were two Houfu squatting around, each holding a soup pot in his hand, and Tingting’s approach to the falling snow pavilion.
Song Qing’s eyes were cold, and he lifted his foot and kicked it to the soup. The soup flew out and flew out to Murong Xue.
Murong Xue was preparing to turn around. Yu Guang saw the soup squirting in the air. The bottom of the brilliance flashed a sneer, grabbed the wooden stick next to him and slammed it to Tang Yu. Tang Yu flew back along the original road and went straight. On the shoulders of Song Qing’s shoulders, the soup of the soup was sprinkled on her half body.
"Ah!" Song Qing's screams pierced the clouds and rang through the clouds.
Murong Xue stared at the gods, and saw that Song Qingyi broke away from the thickening of ours, and madly wiped the neck, the hot soup on the shoulders, the eyes were red, and the pilgrimage, we hysterically shouted: "Hot. , I am dying... Go to the doctor, go to the doctor..."
"Yes is..." Hey, we are awake as if we were dreaming, and we rushed to the outside of the house.
Song Qing screamed at Murong Xue, hating to gnash his teeth: "Murong Xue, you hurt me!"
"It's your own thoughts, you want to use hot soup to burn me. It's a good idea to burn yourself to yourself. No wonder I... If you want to put the crime on me, it doesn't matter, I will burn you again, sit down on the crime. ......" Murong Xue said coldly, walked in front of Otaru, took the hot soup in her hand, turned and looked at Song Qing.
Looking at her cold eyes, Song Qing’s eyelids violently jumped, and Murong Xue’s heart was so hot that she had already seen it. She did not doubt that if she dared to smear Rong Rongxue, Murong Xue would not hesitate to Hot blowing on her!
"Murong Xue, count you!" Song Qingyi hated and threw this sentence, stunned Murong Xue, and unwillingly held his hand, and hurriedly walked to his room:
The soup is very hot and must be cleaned up as soon as possible, and the damage to her skin can be minimized!
Murong Xue hurts her, she will keep in mind, when the right time, she will double back, so that Murong Xue can not survive, can not die!
Song Qingyi walked to the end of Qingshi Road, turned the corner and disappeared!
Murong Xue took back his eyes and inadvertently saw the purse of his waist. The golden brocade was wet with a large piece of hot soup!
She was shocked, hurriedly took the purse off, took out the silk slap, and quickly wiped the soup stains on the top. She had already been very careful. I didn’t expect that the body was still sprinkled with hot soup. Fortunately, the hot soup sprinkled less and sprinkled on it. On the purse, I didn't hurt the skin...
The purse is still given to her by Murong. After she came back from Lushan, she has been busy and forgot to return it to him. I wonder if the amulet in the purse has been wet?
The amulet that the mother left for him is very precious. Don’t do anything good...
Murong Xue quickly opened the purse and took out the thin paper inside. The thin paper was clean, clear and refreshing, and there was no water stain. Just, are the amulets not all plain paper depicted? How is this like parchment?
Murong Xue puzzled and untied the folded neat amulet. I saw that it was a yellowed parchment with black traditional characters on it, black horizontal lines, vertical lines and curved lines criss-crossed on it. Very familiar, seems to have seen it...
Murong Xue stunned her eyebrows and tried to think back. Her mind suddenly flashed a glimmer of light: the half of the picture she had snatched from Qin Yuyan was very similar to this half. Is there any connection between these two pictures...
Murong Xue glanced at him, tightened the parchment in his hand, and ran to the falling snow pavilion...
(End of this chapter)