The Most Spoiled Medical Concubine

Xiao Yu knew that she was upset. After all, the little guy was very likable. At that time, she thought, maybe she could encourage her master to take her back. If no one supported her, she would put it beside her. Maybe she could be a daughter-in-law in the future.

But now, all the fantasies are broken, little Mu Yan is dead, and the little guy who is shouting to drink noodle soup can't speak any more, leaving them only sadness and guilt.

It's really guilt. Song Qingqing thinks that if she goes to Yun's house and takes the little guy with her, she may be able to escape. But in this world, no one has eyes. She can't see that she will be killed later. After all, who will kill such a lovely little girl?

She held her little cold hands, as if to hear her first words: "sister, grandmother said that there was a poison outside, and she would not let me go out."

Poor little guy, just because of the grandmother's advice, Leng is guarding the dead body for a few days.

However, she died after all! Song Qing stretched out his hand and hugged her tightly. Regardless of her blood, he yelled: "Mu Yan!"

"Master!" Xiao Yu looked at her and her tears fell.

In fact, Song Qing's heart is like a mirror. She doesn't understand why the murderer killed Xiao Muyan. The purpose is to warn her to leave Beining and stop meddling. Can she go? Since she has decided to intervene in the affairs here, she will never give up.

Because there was so much noise in the back garden that many people in the whole Xuanyuan villa rushed over. The women in the inner house were stopped outside by Cheng Yu, and only a few elders came in.

One of them is the elder. Seeing song Qingqing's terrible appearance, he shivers all over subconsciously. At this time, he knows that the woman in front of him is angry, so he should not touch her eyebrows to avoid being hated by her.

Four elders had to go forward to comfort: "Qing Qing, Xiao Mu Yan is dead. Don't be sad any more. I will thoroughly investigate this matter and let the murderer pay for her life."

Song Qingqing whispered: "Xiao Muyan died for me. I have to catch the murderer myself and let him live as if he were dead." As if to warn themselves, as if to warn others, her fierce and murderous eyes made everyone present tremble.

This woman, is really not provoking, in the end who dares to kill her favorite little girl?

Song Qingqing's eyes suddenly sank. She suddenly remembered something. Regardless of her blood, she carefully put Xiaomu Yan away. Then she turned around and quickly pushed the people away and ran outside.

"Master!" Xiao Yu followed her anxiously.

Looking at the back of the master and servant who left, the elder's heart suddenly jumped wildly, and he followed without hesitation.

Song Qingqing came to the courtyard of Xuanyuan Wendong. There were several guards outside. When they first saw her, they were startled. After a moment, several sharp swords stood in front of her.

"We are resting. No one is allowed to disturb us!" A fierce voice with warning.

Song Qingqing didn't pay attention to the guard at all. He walked forward and saw that the sword was going to stab her. Her hands trembled and several anesthetic needles hit her repeatedly. All of them fell to the ground and couldn't move.

With a murderous voice immediately rang in their ears: "who dares to stop this palace, let him go to see the king of hell now."

It is reasonable to say that the guards were also killed and fought, but I don't know why, this apparently weak looking woman in front of them gave them a terrible illusion that she was a hell Shura.

After she passed by, several people were already in cold sweat. They all looked at each other and felt lucky for the rest of their lives.

Song Qingqing comes to the door of Xuanyuan Wendong quickly. Looking at the closed door, he pushes his hand in without hesitation.

The room is very quiet. She listens, vaguely hearing the long breathing sound of Xuanyuan Wendong, as if she really fell asleep.

She came to the edge of his bed and saw him lying there quietly, his eyes closed tightly, and there was no sign of waking up.

Song Qing twisted his eyebrows and raised his hand to check his wound. However, he was surprised that something was wrong. He raised his eyes and asked, "what do you want to do?"

She said quietly: "check the wound for you."

Xuanyuan Wendong disdained to sip the lip, and clenched her wrist with one hand to stop: "haven't you just checked? Why check? And what's the matter with your blood? "

Song has the final say, and his wrist is thrown away. "I am a healer," he said, "when I examine the wound, what I say is the best way to do that. You have to cooperate with a patient."

Xuanyuan Wendong's face darkened, and his killing intention flashed away.

Since there's no way to stop it, it's up to her.

He subconsciously closed his eyes, vaguely felt that her fingers had untied his outer shirt, and then was untiing his inner shirt.

I don't know why, his body suddenly had an abnormal reaction. Even though he couldn't hide it, he already heard a voice in his head mocking him: "fool, you won't be attracted to this vicious woman, will you? Do you really think she came to examine your wound because she cared about you? She suspects you're a murderer. "

Xuanyuan Wendong tightened his eyebrows and asked with consciousness: "did you do it right?"

"I don't have the time to kill a little girl," the man said with his shoulders in his arms

Next to a condensation voice immediately rang out: "I do, I want to let her get out of Beining, also want to let her taste the pain of cone heart."

Xuanyuan haofengdun's hands and feet are cold. Why do these two people hide in his mind and manipulate his consciousness? Does he have any other way to drive them away? He's really fed up.

When he was silent, the black figure suddenly reached out and pushed him away, and then his consciousness was slowly occupied by him.

A voice of scorn rang in Song Qingqing's ear: "empress Jinxi, you haven't moved for so long. Are you crazy about my body?"

Song Qingqing suddenly changed color, quickly took back his hand, subconsciously retreated a step: "Xuanyuan Wendong, what are you talking about?"

Xuanyuan Wendong innocent pick eyebrow: "I have no nonsense ah, the fact is not placed in front of you? Untie my clothes. I've been staring at them for a long time. It's no good if I don't misunderstand them. Or, are you lonely because your husband is not around for a long time? "

"Pa!" Song Qingqing raised his hand, slapped him on the cheek and beat back what he didn't say.

Xuanyuan Wendong glared at a pair of blood red eyes and roared: "smelly woman, you dare to hit me!"