The Princess Consort Has A Lethal Destiny

Master Dong's face was dark and uncomfortable.

In this group of people, there is still a work, and they went directly to the autopsy.

At this time, Dong Xiyun also got the news and couldn't help being a little nervous, pulling the veil with both hands, absent-minded.

"The brash man of the Xie family..." Actually came to investigate the case in person? !

Their family has never reported the crime, and Dad is too stupid to stop him!

"Miss, Miss Xie seems to be here too." The maid who came in later said to Dong Xiyun again.

When Dong Xiyun heard this, he said angrily: "What is she doing!? She is a little girl who hasn't been out of the pavilion. She is going to investigate the case with a group of big men with her brother and prince. She is still shameless!?"

After speaking, Dong Xiyun tried to restrain himself.

Don't panic, don't panic.

What about the investigation?

The younger sister hanged herself, this is what happened, and there is nothing wrong with it!

As for... As for the things in the stomach, it is even more difficult to find out, she is useless with poison!

After Dong Xiyun calmed down, she changed into plain clothes and went to her sister.

Entering the house, I really heard the words: "There are no other fatal wounds on Miss Dong's body, and there is only one strangle mark on her neck. Judging from the shape, she really hanged herself and died. What poison is there..."

When Dong Xiyun heard this, his face loosened, and he stepped in. The tears came as soon as he said, and he said to Xie Qiao: "Thank you girl...my sister, my sister can't come back again...I really don't Understand, why does she want to do this!"

With that, he pounced at Xie Qiao slightly, seeming to ask for a hug.

Xie Qiao took a strong step and suddenly withdrew.

The moment he saw her, his face changed.

Dong Xiyun's head seemed to have a big mouth of blood, the ghostly resentment was soaring, his eyes were murderous, and he looked mad, his arms were kept around him, and Dong Xiyun's neck was strangled.

is her.

Dong's family...Second Miss.

Xie Qiao sighed, somewhat sentimental.

Not long ago, she was a charming little girl, with a good-looking face, a nice voice, and Jiaojiao Ruoruo's cuteness, but now she has become a terrifying ghost.

She had her feet off the ground, her expression resentful, and she didn't see what she looked like before she was born.

Xie Qiao felt his heart palpitations, and couldn't help feeling a little tight in his breath, and couldn't help but press his chest.

Behind him, he was suddenly supported by the prince.

Zhao Xuanjing saw that Xie Qiao's face was particularly ugly. For a moment, his anger rose, and he coldly scolded Dong Xiyun: "Get away! Zhou Weizong! Throw her ten steps away!"

As soon as Zhou Weizong heard the prince's tone, he knew that the situation was urgent.

I didn't show any face when I quickly started.

Tugged and threw it out, Dong Xiyun fell hard, but Master Dong hurried to catch up and asked someone to help her daughter up, and then he dared not speak.

"How about it, is it better? Is it angry or smoked?" Zhao Xuanjing was also a little anxious.

Xie Qiao's body has already recovered a lot, and suddenly became weak, all because of Dong Xiyun!

Xie Qiao twisted his brows a few times. After the discomfort in his heart passed, he said helplessly: "It's the... breath by her side that makes me uncomfortable."

Because there are other people from Sixing Temple, Xie Qiao can't directly call it a ghost.

But both Zhao Xuanjing and Xie Pinggang understood.

"But... who?" Xie Pinggang asked intentionally.

Xie Qiao nodded.

Xie Pinggang looked at the corpse lying on the bed and couldn't imagine what it was like for such a delicate little girl to become a ghost.

"You are too courageous." Xie Pinggang seemed to be disgusted, but a little helpless, "It's better to go to the hall with you and the hall to rest, and leave it to me here."

Xie Qiao shook his head.

Dong Yiyun only died today, and the resentment is already so severe. If...the first seven, and still can't figure it out, I am afraid this obsession will become deeper and deeper, and it will really become a resentment.