The bustling streets are bustling with people coming and going, and there are many shops and stalls on both sides of the street!
A luxurious carriage was slowly moving forward among the crowd. There was no sign hanging on the carriage, but the walls of the carriage made of rosewood, as well as the delicate edges and windows of the carriage made passers-by take a few extra glances.
A gust of wind blew by, bringing with it a faint scent of pastries, and Murong Xue in the carriage felt a sense of hunger in her stomach, and stretched out her hand to open the car curtain: "Wuhen, go and buy me a box of plum cakes."
Hukou Ridge is a bit far from the capital, so she hurried back to the capital until now, the time for breakfast has passed, and the time for lunch has not arrived, so she is too lazy to have dinner, so she can simply use some pastries as a cushion .
"Yes!" Wuhen replied in a deep voice, stopped the carriage, and strode to the pastry shop not far away to buy pastries.
Murong Xue was so bored, she lifted the curtain of the car and looked out, only to see a birthday shop in the corner not far away, a well-dressed servant girl, the servants came in and out, and put the paper products in the shop. took half of it...
"Oh, the business of this birthday shop is very prosperous, which one is dead again..."
"Keep your voice down, it's the second master of the Marquis of Wu'an's mansion who is doing the funeral..."
"It was the one who plotted against my brother, who was caught in the incident and died suddenly in the prison..."
"That's right, it's him... Lord Song Hou heard about his sudden death, so he asked his servant to transport his body back to the Marquis of Wu'an's mansion, and planned to bury him in the ancestral grave..."
"Song Hou Ye is really open-minded, he is so tolerant to a person who wants to put himself to death..."
"After all, he is a brother of the same mother..."
"That's also Song Houye's generosity, regardless of past suspicions. Otherwise, Song Houye can ignore Song Qian's funeral just because Song Qian designed the high platform to collapse and want to smash Song Houye to death..."
The chattering discussions spread into her ears, and the corner of Murong Xue's mouth curled up into a slight smile: Song Qian died suddenly, Mrs. Song lost her beloved son, and Song Qian will definitely be buried in the ancestral grave. Song Tianwen first proposed it, so it will be fine. Mrs. Song's wishes can make the clansmen respect him more, and gain a good reputation for being broad-minded. It's really clever...
A man quietly walked to the carriage, reached out and took off the hairpin from Murong Xue's bun, and ran forward quickly.
Murong Xue suddenly came back to her senses, touched the empty bun, her bright little face instantly darkened, and she shouted angrily: "Stop!" With light feet, her slender body was more than ten meters away in an instant, and she chased after the man...
The young man ran forward with a hairpin, and Murong Xue followed closely behind, the distance between the two was getting closer and closer...
The man's eyes froze, he jumped onto the roof, stepped on the tiles, and walked forward quickly, making a slight "cracking" sound.
Murong Xue smiled coldly, tapped her toes, her slender figure was like a butterfly, she leaped lightly onto the roof, as if covering flat ground, she sprinted on the tiles, the distance between the two was getting closer and closer, the man didn't even notice it at all. The meaning of stopping, grasping the hairpin, struggling to run forward.
Murong Xue sneered coldly, her slender body suddenly flew into the air, kicked the man hard on the back, kicked the man three or four meters away, and fell heavily on a roof, only to hear a "crash", The roof was smashed and the young man fell straight into the room under the tiles...
"Bang!" "Crack!" "Clatter!"
After the loud noise, there was silence in the room at first, and then a miserable cry broke out: "Master, master, how are you, master..."
Murong Xue's eyelids twitched violently: Is this... hitting someone
Why are the tiles on this roof so fragile? If one person hit it, it collapsed. The 'Master' was not seriously injured, right
Murong Xue quickly walked a few steps, stood in front of the big hole in the roof, and looked down quietly, and saw a pair of nanmu coffins in the middle of the room, the coffin was lying on its side on the ground, and a middle-aged woman in white mourning clothes was squatting in front of the coffin , holding a middle-aged man in a black shroud and crying bitterly.
The middle-aged man's face was pale and bloodless, his eyes were tightly closed, under his serene face, the pain and ferocity before his death could be faintly seen, it was Song Qian from Marquis of Wu'an!
There was a big brazier above Song Qian's head, and Song Qingyan's two brothers knelt beside the brazier one after the other, holding strings of paper money in their hands, and glared fiercely at the trespassing young man...
Murong Xue's cold eyes narrowed sharply: This is... Song Qian's mourning hall, why did they come here? Fortunately, the thief smashed down the roof of his mourning hall and crooked his coffin...
"Murong Xue, what are you hiding, get out of here quickly." An angry reprimand came to her ears, Murong Xue followed the sound and saw Song Qingyan standing in the mourning hall, glaring at her viciously.
She wore a light-colored veil on her small face, covering most of her face, revealing her beautiful eyes, burning with raging anger, as if she wanted to swallow Murong Xue alive!
Murong Xue turned a blind eye, jumped forward, and fell lightly into the mourning hall: She caused the disaster, she never thought of hiding...
"Murongxue, you really dare to come down!" Song Qingyan yelled angrily, and rushed towards Murongxue viciously...
Murong Xue sneered disdainfully, kicked Song Qingyan on the chest, kicked her three or four meters away, and fell heavily on the hard ground. Her whole body seemed to be falling apart, and the pain was unbearable.
"What kind of onion are you, you deserve to teach me a lesson!" Murong Xue looked down at her, mocking her from the corners of her eyes and brows.
Song Qingyan was furious, and said viciously: "You collapsed the roof and hit my second uncle's body, what's wrong with me teaching you a lesson?"
"Your second uncle's wife and son are here, and they haven't spoken, so it's your turn to come out?" Murong Xue retorted unceremoniously.
"You!" Song Qingyan choked, pointing at Murong Xue, she was so angry that she couldn't speak, and it took a while to find her voice: "Second Aunt, Qingyan is sad, so I don't care about you, I will seek justice for Second Uncle Same... ”
"Are you so kind?" Murong Xue looked at Song Qingyan with a half-smile, her cold eyes were as clear as glass, as if she had seen everything instantly...
Song Qingyan only felt a bang, and her heart trembled violently: her face was ruined by Murong Xue, she hated Murong Xue to death, she rushed out on her own initiative, just wanting to take advantage of the matter of her second uncle to be justifiably ruthless Teach Murong Xue a lesson, it doesn't matter if Murong Xue sees it through, because: "You brought down Second Uncle's mourning hall, and the coffin was knocked down because of you, shouldn't you give us an explanation?"
Everyone's blaming eyes fell on Murong Xue. The dead are the most important. It is really inappropriate for her to disturb Song Qian's mourning hall...