Murong Xue sneered, "Song Tianwen, Song Qian has turned against each other, Song Qingyan and Wu Huihui, Song Qingyan's mother and son must also have a estrangement, she rushed out in such a hurry, and took the initiative to be a spearman for others, so she naturally wants to fulfill it!"
Does she want to confess to herself? Just give her an explanation!
Murong Xue Subai pointed at the young man who was arrested by the servants: "I will come here and cause trouble, all thanks to him..."
"Girl, you kicked me so that I fell onto the mourning hall, smashed the roof, smashed the coffin, and disturbed Master Song..." The man hurriedly explained, his eyes were so anxious that he was about to cry Out.
Murong Xue was unmoved, and looked at him with a half-smile and said: "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 mourning hall in the Song Mansion, what a coincidence..."
The young man's eyes flickered unnaturally: "The little one came here because he was in a panic..."
Murong Xue interrupted him with a wave of her hand: "If you're lying, don't tell me, I won't believe you, just tell me, who told you to lure me here?"
When she found out that this was Song Qian's mourning hall, she knew that she had been tricked.
She admits to the troubles she caused, but she won't take all the troubles that others plotted for her to cause on herself...
A flash of something flashed in the young man's eyes, and it disappeared in an instant. He said humbly: "Young lady was joking, the little one came up to steal it because she took a fancy to the girl's hairpin, and was discovered and chased by the young lady. The little one naturally turns around and runs away, so there is nothing that can't be seduced..."
Murong Xue sneered: "There are people coming and going on the street, normal thieves would just pick someone at random, I'm sitting in a carriage, my hairpin is not easy to steal, if you're not careful, you're in danger of being caught..."
The young man chuckled: "Girl's hairpins are exquisite and expensive, and the little ones like to steal valuables. After selling them, they get a lot of money..."
"Really? But no matter how valuable the hairpin is, it is not as valuable as my own life. When I chased you, I had to catch up with you several times. A normal thief should throw away the hairpin in exchange for my own safety." Are you all right? But you are holding the hairpin tightly in front of your body, as if you are holding it to accomplish something important..." Murong Xue squinted at the young man, the corners of her mouth twitched slightly, a half-smile.
The young man's eyes flickered unnaturally, and he said hastily: "That's because... because..."
Looking at his anxious face, Song Qingyan focused her gaze, and said proudly: "Murongxue, no matter what the reason is, it is a fact that you disturbed my second uncle's mourning hall. Stop talking nonsense and tell me quickly..."
Murong Xue's cold eyes were like sharp arrows, and she shot at Song Qingyan: "I interrogated this thief to explain to Miss Song, why did Miss Song interrupt? You know, you are helping this thief by interrupting me." Tell me, are you familiar with him?"
Song Qingyan's face turned pale, and she said anxiously: "Don't spout blood, I don't know him at all..."
"Then why did you interrupt me?" Murong Xue was unceremonious, pressing her every step of the way.
"Where am I?" Song Qingyan's eyes flickered unnaturally: she just disliked Murong Xue and wanted to push the matter to Murong Xue...
"If you don't have you, just keep your mouth shut. If I hear you interrupt again, don't blame me for being rude..." Murong Xue scolded unceremoniously.
Song Qingyan's pretty face turned red in an instant, and she roared through gritted teeth, "Murongxue, this is the Song Mansion, it's not your turn to act wild..."
"Shut up, stop arguing, this is the mourning hall of the second brother, not a place for you to quarrel." Song Tianwen strode in, with a little bit of anger flashing in his sharp eyes.
Song Qingyan hurried forward, crying and complaining: "Father, look at the good deeds Murong Xue has done, poor second uncle, there will be no peace when he dies..."
Song Tianwen followed her direction and saw the overturned coffin and Song Qian's corpse on the ground. A strange look flashed in his eyes, and an unknown object suddenly rose from his chest, tightly blocking his chest. He opened his mouth wide and tried to breathe, but couldn't take in a breath.
"Father, what's wrong with you?" Song Qingyan realized that something was wrong with him, and reached out to help him.
Song Tianwen pushed her away fiercely, his complexion turned sour purple, he grabbed his clothes tightly and beat his chest fiercely, but he couldn't open the unknown object, he felt more and more uncomfortable, his eyes went black , the tall body fell down straight...
"Father!" Song Qingyan screamed, and threw herself in front of Song Tianwen, only to see that his eyes were wide open, his face was slightly distorted, his heart stopped beating, his blood stopped flowing, and he couldn't breathe...
"Father!" Song Qingyan's miserable cry pierced through the clouds and resounded through the sky.
The guests looked at each other with shock and disbelief flashing in their eyes: Lord Song died so inexplicably, it's too incredible...
"Murongxue, my father is so mad at you, so mad at you..." Song Qingyan glared at Murongxue hatefully, with raging rage burning in her eyes, wishing to swallow her alive.
Murong Xue: "..."
Song Qian was poisoned to death by Song Tianwen himself, Song Qian's coffin was destroyed, Song Tianwen was just gloating, how could he be pissed off
"Father...you wake up...Dad..." Song Qingyan hugged Song Tianwen's body, crying miserably, and the mournful cries made the guests who came to express their condolences slightly sad: Song Hou was seriously injured, and seeing his younger brother's coffin It was destroyed, and he lost his life in a moment of anger. It's really pitiful. The second master of Song Dynasty just passed away, and he has not yet been buried in the ground. Master Song has passed away again. Marquis of Wu'an Mansion, misfortunes never come singly...
The reproachful eyes of everyone fell on Murong Xue. If she hadn't damaged Master Song's coffin, Lord Song Hou would not have been pissed off...
Murong Xue's eyes sank, she walked slowly in front of Song Tianwen, squatted down, and reached out to touch his wrist.
"What are you doing?" Song Qingyan yelled angrily, and opened Murong Xue's hand mercilessly.
Murong Xue said coldly: "I'll see if Master Song is still alive!"
"Stop pretending to be kind, my father was pissed to death by you, he was pissed off by you..." Song Qingyan glared at Murong Xue bitterly, and yelled angrily.
"Shut up." Murong Xue sternly interrupted Song Qingyan: "If I were you, seeing my father suddenly collapsed, I would immediately call for a doctor to check his pulse and see if he is still alive. , instead of hugging his arm, crying and calling him dead, even if Lord Song Hou really died, then he was not mad at me, but cried to death by your extremely stupid daughter."