Chapter 160： Master, do you still remember the sound exchange in the inn?

The surrounding guests listened, and many people have already revealed the sorrowful color, and their eyes swayed between the leaves, the Nangong Temple and Song Qiutong.

Someone whispered: "It’s a scum..."

"Nangong Gongzi is still not angry?"

"The original Song girl was forced to helplessly, only... Hey, this is no stranger to her... She is a daughter's house, what can I do in front of the two sons who are in the limelight?"

The black man learned the love, cold and could not be prevented from being asked by the sky, but fortunately he avoided the urgency, the injury is not heavy, and was not entangled, but the cloak still broke a hole, blood spatter, he snorted, dare not Slowly, I can't hide from the late Liu Ning, but I still haven't let go of the leaves.

"Ye Gongzi, the day before, Song girl did not dare to admit, I am afraid she is worried about hurting you and the Nangong son. But the sky has eyes, the mirror is high, you are not a little shy, not planning to be in everyone Do you bow your head and plead guilty?!"

The leaves are ecstatic, but they are also ridiculous. They say, "Ye is guilty."

"You are not guilty, is it still the sin of Song girl alone? Although she did not resist, but I think it is only because of your coercion, do you still want to say that she is actively recruiting you? Instead of you forced her? ”

At this time, Nangong, who had never spoken, suddenly turned back and looked down at Song Qiutong’s eyes and reached out to help her.

Song Qiutong thought that he reached out and wanted to confirm the sand on the wrist. When she woke up this morning, she found that the cinnabar on her wrist was gone, and her heart was very flustered. However, the more the case was darker, the explanation was unclear. She thought that it would soon be a candle with the Nangong Temple. At this time, this cinnabar will disappear by itself, so it is better not to say anything in the past two days, so as not to increase the misunderstanding.

Unexpectedly, someone would splash her dirty water...

I thought that I was indeed saved by the forgetfulness of the leaves. I used to be the servant of Ye Yexi, and then I thought of my cinnabar, and the red dragonfly on my leg was clearly pointed out. It was a hundred words. The lieutenant, I don’t know what to do.

In the midst of chaos, she lifted the wet scorpion and looked at the scorpion. I saw those people looking at her in a thin and pitiful manner. They whispered in whispers, and they talked a lot, and they saw the leaves lingering and standing, and the face was pointed by thousands of people. The guests spit.

The black man was still running around by Liu Zongshi's Liu Teng, and he couldn't help but scream: "Leaves forget! You and I have been complaining for a long time. Today I will expose you. You are a hypocrite! You are confidant." Miss Lord, forcing a good girl, why is it poisonous!"

Song Qiutong’s glimpse, almost suddenly realized how to do it himself. It’s impossible to wash the charges. Listening to the tone of the black man, the person seems to be deeply enemies with Ye Yexiu, trying every means to destroy Ye Ye. The gentleman’s reputation as a gentleman.

She can't afford the sin of forgiveness, but if she follows the words of the black man and says that she is forced by Ye Forget, then at least...

She almost hysterically shouted: "It is him who harms me!"

Nangong’s hand suddenly froze, standing in the same place and staring at her. It seems that the unmarried wife was really tarnished by her father’s right arm. The whole person was shocked.

Song Qiutong hides his face and weeps sobbing and says: "Yes, Ye Gongzi bullied me, he...he forced me... I never promised..."

Nangong glared at her, the candlelight was bright and dark, his eyes suddenly and suddenly, and he was half-squatting. He put down the hand to pull Song Qiutong, his voice was hoarse, and the fire was splashing: "Do you know what you are talking about?"

Seeing his anger, Song Qiutong’s heart is even more embarrassed, crying: “The son, can’t live... I’m afraid that the son can’t let me, so...have been...had never said...I’m more afraid...more afraid When he comes out, he will let Ye Gongzi and the son of the sinister, he will be reused by the head. If you have a gap, where can the Confucianism door have a half-point?" She said, squatting down, long sleeves, slender shoulders I couldn’t help but tremble, and it’s sad and sighing.

"Qiu Tong really doesn't know what to do... I don't even dare to ask the head to be the master. I am humiliated and can only hide it myself... Gongzi, Qiu Tong has something to do with you, but... but it is true to you..."

Nangong was pale, and retreated. He shook his head and repeated in his mouth: "Do you know... Do you know what you are talking about?"

Song Qiutong's blue silk is covered with fragrant shoulders, and the light in the shadows is like a satin-like glare, which makes her whole person pitiful. She mourns and sighs: "It is not good for Qiu Tong, and I shouldn't be squatting, but I am lonely, I... ..."

Nangong 驷 suddenly violently drunk, interrupted her words: "Do you know what you said!!"

"I..." Song Qiutong was violently shaken by him, and looked up on his face. The clouds and flowers were damp, the delicate face was full of tears, and his lips could not tremble. "I..."

"Do you actually do this kind of thing? You, actually dare... you can actually do this kind of thing!"

When everyone listened to Nangong’s words, they frowned and exchanged their eyes. What's more, they couldn't help but whisper: "I have heard that Confucianism is respected by men and women are mean, but I didn't expect such a thing." The Nangong blame is not a leaf forget, but a plain-scarred Song girl, it is really chilling."

"Yeah, he really is very good."

When Chu Ningning heard Song Qiutong’s own admittance, he had already recovered Liu Teng. At this time, seeing Nangong’s reaction, he was somewhat awkward.

In his memory, although Nangong Temple is occasionally arrogant and arrogant, but still good in character, it is not such a person who is unclear. If this matter is true and correct, it should be pursued, but it should be pursued, not Song Qiutong.

But at the moment, the anger of Nangong is actually all in Song Qiutong... How can this be?

Among the guests, only Mei Hanxue, one of them sat in the room while drinking, while screaming. If Xue Meng is here at this time, he will find that Mei Hanxue and Fang Cai’s own glimpses, and they are completely two appearances. He is now in a general posture with the romantic seeds in the Taohuayuan, with the eyes in the spring and the gestures. Very awkward.

Song Qiutong was still crying, and pushed all the ugly things to the leaf. The leaf was forgotten by her identification. It was a word that couldn’t be said, only eyes wide open and squatting on this one. The woman who was photographed from Xuanyuan Pavilion.

"It is Qiutong who is weak and has no courage before Ye Gongzi is light and thin. He is self-deprecating to prove innocence. The body of Qiu Tong duckweed, all the benefits, is given by the son, now... now knowing that there is something wrong... I... The son is falling..."

After listening to her wailing, Nangong驷 raised her head and closed her eyes.

The original warm and warm light, now shining on his face, but the shadow of black swells, his eyelashes shaking, seems to be pressing what he is trying.

The two palms became fists, and there was no flesh and blood. His throat was tumbling and rolling, just like the waves in his heart. He was patient, his cheekbones were cold, his foreheads were violent, he was patient, his bones trembled, his blood was burning.

He endured, and finally couldn't help it. He screamed and screamed, and the sword slammed the case in front of Song Qiutong a few times! The cup is a mess!

"Song Qiutong, do you know... my life, the most hateful, the most hateful, the most intolerable, is to lie!!" He said with a sigh of relief, "Leaves forget!!"

"……Little Lord."

"Leave the past, you give me over!"

"..."

Looking back, my eyes are red and wet: "Come on!!"

The leaves have forgotten to go, and the people who watched the drama felt that the sword of Nangong’s next moment would have to be poked straight into the chest of the leaves, and the animals of the virtual and the snakes would be directly smashed, and the heart would be pulled to the ground. I was holding my breath and staring at all of this in my eyes.

Nangong sighed and stared at the leaves for a moment, and hoarsely said: "...you, solved the tuning."

"Transformation?" Everyone stunned and looked at each other. "What is this about transliteration?"

"Yeah, hey, but it’s strange, what does this leaf have to do with the tuning? Is his original voice terrible, will it scare others? Or is there anything he can’t see in his original voice?"

The leaves are reminiscing, but they are coveted: "There is no master, you can't solve it."

Nangong stunned and stared at him: "What do you say?"

"Ye Mou has been using the sound-changing technique since the age of thirteen, and has used this voice for ten years. The sound-changing technique has gone deep into the spiritual core." Ye forgets the news, calmly, "again I can't recover the original voice."

"..." Nangong 驷 stepped back, yelled, and after half a squat, looked up at the man who sat on the high face and muttered, "Father?"

Nangong Liu finally spoke: "Hey, this is a pity, but... It’s true that the change of voice is a voluntary decision. Now it’s unexpected. You don’t have to think about it."

"but……"

Nangong Liu walked down the high platform and stood behind the clumps of guards. He held his hand and said: "For the father, you know that you have a friendship with the leaves. I am grateful to him for his loyalty in these years. But it is a matter of gratitude. One thing, he... confession Song Qiutong, ignoring the human genius, deceiving the lord, is a crime of death."

I didn’t think that Nangong Liu actually said this, Nangong said: "Father!!"

Nangong Liu waved his hand, and a blue light flashed. Nangong was immediately shrouded in a **** enchantment. He was first stunned and then groaned in anger, but the enchantment was the rule of the Confucianism passed down from generation to generation. "The enchantment", because the Confucianism Gate once happened to take the position of the uncle, so the son of the head signed a **** deed with his father at an early age. This enchantment is the father’s special purpose to detain his son. Even if the Nangong 驷 force is stronger, it will not be able to break free.

When he shouted in the enchantment, he was even sealed and could not be passed outside...

Nowadays, it is better to admit that Ye Yexi and Song Qiutong have been confessed, and it is better to shake off other secrets of Confucianism. Nan Gongliu came to the black man and bowed his hands and said, "I don't know if Mr. and Ye Yexi have anything to do with the festival, but thanks to Mr. today, the district is really unfortunate."

The black man faintly said: "The Nangong head is polite."

"Come, come and forget the leaves! Go to -"

"Slow."

The black man suddenly stopped, and Nangong Liuton was uneasy, but his face still smiled and said: "What advice does Mr.?"

"I was thinking, the lang just said two things about the sound-changing technique. Why do you have to rush to imprison Ye Gongzi?"

"Cough, this is the private matter of my Confucianism, it is inconvenient to elaborate here..."

The black man smiled and said: "The head of the prince is in order to face the face of Confucianism. It is really clear what is called abandoning the car. Poor Ye girl was born and died for more than ten years, and now you are trying to preserve your own dignity. Make her innocent."

As soon as this statement came out, the others had not yet reacted, but the face of Nangong Liu suddenly changed.

Under the seat, Mei Han Xue smiled and sipped a pot of wine, took a drink, and let go.

The face of Nangong Liu looked a little sallow under the candlelight, and he smiled and asked: "What leaf girl... sir you..."

The black man’s eyes were stunned, and the voice echoed clearly and loudly in the hall, with a word and a word.

"Leaves forget, it is not a man at all."