Mo Xuetong closed her eyes subconsciously, hearing Feng Juoran's roar in her ears. She was lifted halfway down her body and fell into a solid embrace. In her ears, she heard Feng Juoran's urgent voice: "Tong'er!" A feeling of dizziness surged over her. Qiang opened his eyes and followed Feng Jueran's back to see two people holding the four people behind him.
"I'm fine, be careful." She suppressed the sweet feeling in her chest and gasped, grabbing his lapel and saying urgently. There were four men in black behind her. Even if Feng Jueran had two of his subordinates, there were still two more , the raised hand fell down weakly, and his eyes went dark!
Picking up Mo Xuetong's slender body, Feng Juoran had long since lost his usual laziness. His narrow phoenix eyes stared coldly, with an unstoppable sharpness and intimidation in his eyes. However, he still looked like his usual lazy and easy-to-talk person, and said in a fierce voice. :
"Move quickly and kill them all!"
Feng Yue responded, and his attack became sharp in an instant. He secretly glanced at his master's bloodthirsty eyes and knew that Miss Mo San was different in his master's heart. She might be hurt now, and she might be looking for a gas pump! No matter how long they dared, two or three of them defeated the two opponents. On the other side, two men in black were also killed by the sword.
"Put on palace boots for them!" Feng Juoran exuded cold indifference. He hugged Mo Xuetong and took two steps back. He carefully straightened the skirt of her skirt to prevent her plain skirt from being stained with blood.
"Yes!" Two people came out from the other side. They quickly and skillfully replaced the boots in their hands with the ordinary flat boots of the man in black!
Feng Jue Ranji hugged Mo Xuetong and ran away.
In an elegant private room on the third floor of Xiangman Building.
Mo Xuemin and Mo Xiu sat on the chair on the left. Sitting on the chair on the right was You Yuecheng, the prince of the Ming Dynasty. There was a whole table of dishes on the table, all of which were Xiangmanlou's best signature dishes. The signature dish on this table is what an ordinary family has lived for one or two years. You Yuecheng ordered it casually and with great ease. This made Mo Xuemin more sure of her mind. She gritted her teeth and raised her head with tears in her eyes. At first, the beautiful face looked like a flower, pitiful and fragile.
"Your Majesty, please help me. If there is really no way, why would I ask for help so shamelessly late at night? My mother is in custody and I don't know whether she is alive or dead. My eldest brother is impulsive. If I let him think of a way, I will only do it." I bumped into my father and my third sister, and my third sister was left alone in Yuncheng. Even if I had too much resentment, I didn’t dare to say anything. But now, she has already killed her little brother, how can she still kill her mother? Is it possible to come here?"
Mo Xuemin knelt down in front of You Yuecheng, pulling on the lapel of his clothes and begging. Mo Xiu also knelt down behind him, reaching out eagerly to pull her up, trying to help her up: "Miss, please don't cry first, aunt." He's not dead yet. Although the young master is gone, my aunt... is still taken care of by someone!" As she spoke of her urgent sadness, she started to cry.
"Your Majesty... It's not that I don't understand the face of my daughter, or that I'm shameless. It's because my mother was dying. After the child was gone, she was locked up in the garden by her father. There was only one woman guarding the door. My wife, no one is helping her to take care of herself. I went to visit her, but she was blocked from the door. I beg the Crown Prince... I beg the Crown Prince, for the sake of the Yu family, please help me." Mo Xuemin cried so hard. , combined with ink embroidery, makes people feel even more pitiful.
Under the light, the beauty is as beautiful as jade, so pitiful! How can it not make people feel distressed when there is such grievance
You Yuecheng frowned, his eyes dark and dark. He put down the wine glass in his hand and pulled up Mo Xuemin who was kneeling in front of him. His hand was very strong and Mo Xuemin couldn't stop it. Mo Xuemin was pulled up and couldn't stand. Shaking steadily, Xu stepped on the corner of her skirt, and subconsciously grabbed You Yuecheng's big palm that had not been retracted to steady herself.
When he stood firm, he realized that he was holding You Yuecheng's hand tightly. He quickly shook his hand off and took two steps back with a blushing face.
"The third young lady of your family is so vicious, why don't you tell your father that Lord Mo is not that easy to fool?" You Yuecheng retracted his hand and asked coldly, and a beautiful picture appeared in his mind. With a somewhat weak face, I didn't expect that behind such a face, there was a heart of snakes and scorpions. Not only did he harm the younger brother in his aunt's belly, but he also flattered Mo Huawen that his aunt had harmed the child in her belly.
How can there be such a vicious mother in this world? How could Mr. Mo, who has always been clear and clear, believe such words? You Yuecheng has always thought that Mo Huawen is clear and clear, but now he doubts whether Mo Huawen is too weak in the back house. Oh, what did he think about a femme fatale who pretended to be his legitimate daughter, so blatantly harmed the concubine in the backyard, and finally punished his aunt who had a miscarriage
"Father now only listens to the words of the third sister Jin. If we dare to speak out, I am afraid that we will end up like my mother and be banned in the backyard forever. It's not that I dare not speak out because I am afraid of such an outcome. It's just that I don't know whether my mother is alive or dead now. I still don't know. If you want to try to save her, how dare you put yourself in danger and make your father and us angry together? That mother really has no future." Mo Xuemin wiped her tears with a handkerchief and cried again, tears streaming down her face. Falling down, looking miserable, sad and angry, but unable to do anything.
The hibiscus flower looks like water, and the beauty looks like jade! Tears a little, moist and delicate...
"We don't dare to say anything now. We only hope that the third sister will get married quickly so that the backyard of the Mo Mansion can be quieter. We have nothing else to ask for. But the third sister has just come to the capital, and her reputation in the capital is not obvious. Where would a good family come to ask for marriage, so I asked the prince for help. The prince's family is noble, and everyone he knows has good conduct and a strict family tradition. Although the third sister is a little narrow-minded, she is not completely bad. If the prince Being able to introduce a good family can solve our urgent need."
Mo Xuemin raised her tearful eyes and looked at Youyue Chengdao pleadingly.
"She has treated you like this, and you still speak for her?" You Yuecheng said displeasedly. Such a sly-hearted woman is not completely bad. Who is the real bad one? At this time, he said to Mo Xue Tong didn't like her at all. At that time, she thought she was also a smart and lovely woman, but now that she thought about it, she just felt sick.
How come there is such an extremely vicious woman in this world! This vicious woman, if someone marries her back home, her family will not be at peace. The Miss Mo in front of her is also too kind-hearted. At this time, she still wants to help her choose a good family to marry. What should he say? , this kind of vicious woman is only worthy of those dissolute and evil young men, that is the perfect match. Suddenly, a person came to mind, her eyes flashed, and there was a sneer on her lips. It was not that there was no one at all, there was Personally it is very suitable.
"She must be my sister after all. My mother died early, and she lived in Yuncheng for a while, and failed to educate her. In fact, it is our Mo Mansion that owes her. We only hope that she will marry a good man in the future. The hatred in her heart The idea has subsided, and from now on, we sisters will be together and beautiful, and we will never dare to think about anything else." Mo Xuemin looked like a good sister who thought about Mo Xuetong, wiped her tears and raised her head to look at You Yuecheng pleadingly.
"Could you please help your sister find a good family?"
A good family? What kind of good family does such a woman deserve? You Yuecheng sneered. The better he felt towards Mo Xuemin, the worse he felt towards Mo Xuetong. He only felt that only a gentle woman like Mo Xuemin should be generous and kind. She was in such a situation and still thinking about herself. The sisterly love is really pitiable, and Mo Xuemin's eyes couldn't help but become a little gentler.
I already have an idea in my mind, that’s all, just do your best for this poor woman! He helped Miss Mo San, who was "still saved," choose a "good" family!
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In a larger and more spacious box next to theirs, Feng Juoran smiled and put down a painting that was blocking Mo Xuetong's eyes. Small hole.
Behind him, Mo Xuetong covered her chest and coughed twice.
"Tong'er, how are you? Still hurting?" Feng Juoran put down the pendant in his hand, turned around and asked, poured her a cup of hot tea, blew it carefully, and put it in front of her.
I just let people see it, the injury is not serious.
"It doesn't hurt much now." Mo Xuetong touched her right shoulder and said with a bitter smile. The man in Mo's dying palm hit her right shoulder. Fortunately, she was unable to fight back before dying. Those two handles The sword was not only sharp, but it was also smeared with blood-sealing poison. Although the man used all his strength in the last palm, it was still the last thing left, otherwise her life would really be in danger this time.
"Why did you do it just now? I didn't know how many steps to run away. I have already passed by." Feng Jue's red lips were enchanting and beautiful, but they were tightly closed. The corners of his eyes and eyebrows were full of displeasure. How could he be so happy? Seeing Mo Xue Tong was hit hard, and at that moment his heart almost jumped out of his chest. Without caring about anything else, he turned around and pounced on her. Now that he thought about it, this girl really didn't know the heights of the world, how could she dare to stab someone with a sword.
"I'm not afraid!" Mo Xuetong picked up the teacup at hand and took a sip. There was a faint bitter smile on her lips. She was not afraid. When she wanted to destroy the entire Sima family in her previous life, she was no longer For that cowardly and timid Mo Xuetong, the road to revenge has never been a smooth road. Blood debt must be paid with blood. If she is afraid of this and that now, there is no need to talk about revenge.
The light shone on her beautiful little face. At this moment, there was no childishness at all, only alienation and indifference, as well as the loneliness and sadness that came from her bones. Her beautiful glazed eyes fell on the dark night sky in front of the window, inexplicably like herself in the previous life. Like the thick dark night sinking into.
She thought that was the underworld of Jiuyou, and thought she could only bring this hatred into Jiuyou. She didn't expect that there would be a chance to be reborn in this life. How could she still be as timid and incompetent as before! If she was still the same as in the previous life, she would still be swallowed with her bones and blood in the end. Looking at Mo Xuemin, who was pretending to be kind and gentle in the room next to her, she knew that as long as she didn't die, they would never stop.
He killed the child in Aunt Fang's belly. He made Aunt Fang's life worse than death. He made the eldest sister Mo Xuemin come out and beg others to help her find a good marriage. I don't know what kind of "good" marriage it is. Catching Mo Xuemin's eyes made her beg and kneel to You Yuecheng at all costs.
"Your Highness, is there anyone you know who is notorious in You Yuecheng? He is unbearable and has no wife?" Mo Xuetong's face was surprisingly peaceful, and the candlelight danced on her beautiful and unparalleled face, which was very light and cold. , there is no sadness or joy, but it is even more heartbreaking. What kind of suffering makes a girl who is barely thirteen years old have such deep introversion! (To be continued)