He reached out and grabbed the person behind the board, and pulled her out forcefully...
Looking at the man's handsome face and terrified eyes, Murong Xue's cold eyes narrowed sharply: "Song Qingyan, why is it you?"
A trace of panic flashed in Song Qingyan's eyes, and she returned to normal in an instant, and said with a smile: "Cousin Xue'er, we met again, what a coincidence!"
"It's really a coincidence that wherever I am, you will be there. I want a bowl of wonton stew, and the hot steam exudes the smell of your little fingernails..." Murong Xue raised her eyebrows and looked at Song Qingyan, the corners of her eyes and brows were full of mockery .
Song Qingyan was startled, quickly lowered her sleeves, covered her hands, and laughed a few times unnaturally: "I don't understand what Cousin Xueer is talking about."
"Really? Then I'll make it clearer. What did you put in my wonton stew bowl?" Murong Xue's suddenly raised voice was as cold as ice, Song Qingyan's body trembled, and her eyes flickered unnaturally. She flashed: "Cousin was joking, I didn't make your bowl of wonton stew, what can I put in..."
"Then how do you explain that the weird smell in that bowl of wonton stew is exactly the same as the smell left in your little fingernails?" Murong Xue looked at her coldly, pressing her step by step.
Song Qingyan's eyes flickered, she held her little finger tightly and said: "This smell is not a weird smell, but a rich aroma condensed from various food aromas... The smell is indeed not very pleasant, but there are so many small stalls here. In my hand, in my cousin's bowl, it is inevitable to be contaminated with this smell... Cousin, don't worry too much... "
"So, Ms. Song thinks that the strange smell is just a strong aroma, and there is nothing wrong with this bowl of wonton stew?" Murong Xue looked at Song Qingyan without blinking.
"Of course it's okay!" Song Qingyan nodded with a smile.
"In that case, please ask Miss Song to drink this bowl of wonton stew..." Murong Xue said coldly, grabbed Song Qingyan to the small table, and pushed her onto the long stool with her hands.
The delicious wonton stew is close at hand, the steam is overflowing, making people salivate, but Song Qingyan's eyelids twitched, and she smiled unnaturally: "This bowl of wonton stew belongs to my cousin, so I won't eat it..."
"I invite you to eat!" Murong Xue looked at Song Qingyan, slamming every word.
Song Qingyan rolled her eyes: "Well... I don't like eating wonton stew..."
"Then you can just drink soup." Murong Xue pressed on step by step without mercy.
"Hehe, I don't like soup either..." Song Qingyan shook her head and smiled unnaturally.
"How can you prove Cousin Song's innocence if you don't drink soup?" Murong Xue glanced at Song Qingyan, picked up a small spoon, and slowly picked out the won stew in the bowl one by one, leaving only a small bowl of soup, and passed it slowly It came to Song Qingyan's mouth.
"Didn't Cousin Song always believe that the strange smell is the aroma of the food? Then drink this bowl of soup. As long as Cousin Song drinks all the soup, I will believe what she said..."
The hot soup, with a faint aroma of coriander, rushed straight to the tip of the nose. It smelled so good that it made people salivate, but a look of panic appeared in Song Qingyan's eyes, and she waved her hand viciously at the porcelain bowl: "I said I don't like soup, didn't you hear me?" Are you there?"
If you don't want to drink soup, you can't help her!
Murong Xue's eyes froze, she turned sideways to avoid Song Qingyan's claws, stretched out her hand to pinch Song Qingyan's mouth, and poured the soup into it unceremoniously...
The hot soup flowed into her throat, and the faint aroma filled her nose and mouth. Song Qingyan was terrified, waving her hands, struggling desperately, kicking...
Murong Xue turned a blind eye, pinched her mouth, and poured the soup viciously: Song Qingyan put the ingredients in the soup, so let her enjoy her 'fruits of labor'...
When the soup bowl bottomed out, Murong Xue let go of Song Qingyan, and slowly stood aside.
"Cough, cough, cough..." Song Qingyan coughed violently, tears were about to come out, she reached into her throat, digging vigorously, as if she wanted to spit out the soup she just drank, but the soup had already passed through her stomach After entering the intestinal tract, she picked it up for a long time, but she couldn't get out a single drop...
There was a sudden burst of burning pain on her face, and Song Qingyan's delicate face was covered with dark brown spots at a speed visible to the human eye, horizontally and vertically, which was extremely ferocious.
She covered her cheeks with her hands, fell to the ground and rolled back and forth, knocking one small table after another, her miserable scream pierced through the clouds, and resounded through the sky: "Ah... help... help..."
Murong Xue curled her lips into a sneer, it turned out that Song Qingyan gave her the medicine to disfigure her face, and she was so horribly destroyed, she was really cruel...
"Qingyan!" A hoarse voice suddenly sounded, and Murong Xue looked around, only to see a man walking over supported by two guards. He was wearing a dark blue brocade robe and leaned on a With only a cane, he walks with a limp, wears a soft hat on his head, and wears a mask on his face, only showing his eyes, nose, and mouth.
Looking at Song Qingyan, who had a grim face and howled in pain, his eyes froze, and he shouted angrily, "What's going on?"
Song Qingyan's eyes lit up when she saw the man, and she complained sharply: "Father... it's Murong Xue... it's Murong Xue who hurt me..."
father? Is this disabled man Song Tianwen
Murong Xue looked at the disabled man in surprise, and saw that his body was slightly bent but still tall, his eyes were quiet but sharp, his voice was hoarse but still serious, he should indeed be a young man.
The fire on the Dragon Boat Festival burned him badly. Now it seems that his skin and legs were burned, and his voice was hoarse...
"Ms. Murong, what Qingyan said is true?" Song Tianwen questioned sharply, his sharp eyes shot at Murong Xue like sharp arrows.
Murong Xue didn't take it seriously, and said leisurely: "It is true that I poured the soup in the bowl for her, but the ingredients in the soup were made by your daughter. She was poisoned and disfigured, and it was entirely her own fault..."
"You're talking nonsense..." Song Qingyan interrupted her sharply, with raging anger burning in her eyes, wishing to swallow her alive.
"The guests here can see this matter clearly, how can I talk nonsense?" Murong Xue gave her a cold look, the corners of her eyes and brows were full of ridicule.
"The customers at the stall are all familiar with you, so they naturally all turn to you..." Song Qingyan blamed indiscriminately, her pretty face flushed with anger.
Murong Xue smiled coldly, looked down at her and said: "Song Qingyan, people are doing it, and the sky is watching. I have a clear conscience. Even if Master Shuntianfu comes, I am not afraid. I have time and patience to wait for them to find out." The truth, however, the poison you found seems to be very poisonous, the longer you wait, the deeper the poison will be, and when the poison enters your lungs, your face will be completely destroyed Can't recover..."