"Father, please spare my eldest sister. What happened yesterday was also an accident for my eldest sister. She only wanted to honor her father with a filial heart, but she didn't expect Sima Lingyun to be so ambitious." In the study, they burst into tears. Mo Yufeng hurried to the door. After entering, She knelt down beside Mo Xuemin and began to plead with her eyes.
Mo Yufeng was Mo Huawen's only son, and he thought about Mo Xuemin's biological brother. He thought that if Mo Xuemin really became Sima Lingyun's concubine, Mo Yufeng would never be able to hold his head high in front of others in his life, and even his career would be ruined. will be affected. No matter how angry Mo Huawen is this time, he doesn't want to send Mo Xuemin to the Zhenguo Marquis' Mansion.
Now the matter has come to an end. Everyone knows that Mo Xuemin was almost raped by Sima Lingyun. Fortunately, Mo Xuemin's reaction was quite strong, which invisibly wiped away the rumored secret relationship in the palace. The bad thing was that Mo Xuemin was forced to stay at Zhenguohou's mansion last night. Thinking of the attitude of Zhenguohou's wife in the morning, as if she treated Mo Xuemin as a concubine, Mo Huawen's chest felt tight and painful.
He would not like people like Sima Lingyun no matter what!
No matter whether it was Mo Xueqiong or Mo Xuemin, he would never let them enter the gate of Zhenguo Hou Mansion again.
There was a stern look in the usually calm eyes. Mo Mansion was not without a chance. The two daughters had a crush on Sima Lingyun one after another. From various signs, Sima Lingyun actually dared to miss Tong'er. In Mo Huawen's heart His anger surged up in waves, and he had no intention of dealing with Mo Xuemin's matter at this time.
"Come here, take the eldest lady back to your own courtyard. She is not allowed to come out again without my order. If anyone dares to let her go privately again, she will be killed with a cane!" Mo Huawen was still furious.
The two guards guarding the door came in, saluted to Mo Xuemin, and made a gesture of invitation. After all, Mo Xuemin was an eldest lady who had been in a boudoir for a long time, and it was impossible for her to let her foreign man touch her. Bringing them over is just a nominal guardianship, and you can't just come up and drag people away like solving a case outside.
Seeing that Mo Huawen didn't mention Sima Lingyun's matter again, Mo Xuemin was secretly happy, knowing that the matter was settled, and it didn't matter if she was locked up by her father. When Sima Lingyun's matter was over, and the wind noise outside gradually died down, she would still have a chance. With her flowery appearance, she didn't believe that You Yuecheng wouldn't be tempted.
When she becomes You Yuecheng's crown prince wife, she won't be afraid of her father anymore.
I made up my mind not to cry anymore this time. I cried with my sleeves covered and bowed to Mo Huawen. With a delicate and pitiful look and a pale face, I looked aggrieved and sad but sensible and didn't say much. Giving Mo Huawen a frail and sad figure, he followed the guard and left the study, supporting Mo Xiu's hand.
"Father" Mo Yufeng stood up and wanted to say something, but Mo Huawen waved his hand coldly to stop him.
"Go to the study room and read more. Don't run out if you have nothing to do. In a while, it will be the big exam. The ten years of hard work will be the gold list. Don't get involved in some completely irrelevant things."
"Yes!" Mo Yufeng didn't dare to say anything. He bowed to Mo Huawen and retreated.
"Uncle, uncle." He walked out of the study in an orderly manner. He had already seen the valet waiting outside with a nervous look on his face. When he saw Mo Yufeng coming out, he hurriedly ran over and shouted in a low voice.
Mo Yufeng looked behind him carefully and saw that there was no movement in the study. He took the boy's hand and trotted out of Mo Huawen's yard. When he got outside the yard, he asked anxiously: "What did the red-sleeved girl say? Did you say you would pick me up tonight?"
"Uncle, Miss Hongxiu sent a message saying that it is Uncle Yuming Yongyu who will be picked up tonight. I can only say sorry to him." The boy wiped his sweat and said.
Not yourself? Mo Yufeng was stunned, and instantly turned green and roared: "Why, isn't it said that whoever gives more hair tangles will be hers tonight? Why did she change her mind again? This bitch..."
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"Uncle, it is said that Uncle Jade gave us many times more tangles than we gave, so..." The young man's unfinished words did not make Mo Yufeng's anger dissipate. Instead, he almost jumped up, thinking of Hongxiu Mingming that day. Lying in his arms, he said that she would be his tonight. Unexpectedly, he would change his mind so early in the morning, and his heart was filled with hatred.
That bitch, she wants to do her own good and let herself go, but it's not that cheap!
Thinking of his anger, he had already forgotten about Mo Huawen's monitoring, and got angry with the boy! Drive him out and he won't suffer the loss of being dumb today! Isn't she just a prostitute in a brothel? She really treats herself as a dish.
He stormed out of the door angrily, and Mo Huawen sat in the study for a long time before calming down his anger.
"Sir, the second master of the Fuguo Palace wants to see you." A servant came over to report.
Mo Huawen was stunned for a moment, then relieved, with a faint smile on his face, and nodded to indicate that please come in.
As expected, he is a high-ranking official in charge of the Criminal Department. His acuity over the years is not a little bit better than that of Jing Zhaoyin, who has just been appointed as Jing Zhaoyin. He has no clue about what happened yesterday. There are some things he really wants to talk to him about. The two of them have not interacted in the past. , in order to avoid being noticed. Now that the relationship between the two governments has eased, their relationship is not so obvious anymore.
Luo Bin was sending New Year's gifts to Mo Xuetong on behalf of Mrs. Luo of the Fuguo Palace, so she only talked to Mo Huawen in the study for a while before leaving.
After Luo Bin left, Mo Huawen sat quietly in the study for a long time before going to Mo Xuetong's Qingwei Garden.
In Qingwei Garden, Mo Xuetong just got up. She was pillowing her head on a cushion and hiding her bandaged hands in her sleeves. There were only confidants in the room, but she didn't have to worry about anyone discovering her abnormality. The injury on her hand was not serious. The medicine was good, and after a night of recovery, the pain was not very bad, but he must have been frightened. He looked a little haggard, and his almost transparent face looked pale.
Fortunately, she is still "sick in bed". What happened last night has not been spread. It is only said that she is ill in the palace. The two aunts in charge of the palace sent people over early in the morning to ask about the cold and warmth, and also sent some tonics. Things came over, and what Mo Xuetong didn't expect the most was that Mo Xueyan and Lan Xinru came over.
"Third sister, when Aunt Lan heard that you were sick, she got up early today and went to the kitchen to cook some millet porridge. It smelled so delicious. My grandmother and I didn't have it yet. I heard that the millet was still blue. The ones my aunt brought from the south are more glutinous and fragrant than the ones here, and there are only half a bag in total." Mo Xueyan pointed at Lan Xinru, who was sitting quietly aside, and smiled.
"Miss Lan, thank you very much, but I already ate it when I got up early, and I can't eat it now. I might as well give it to the second sister. Judging from the second sister's appearance, she must have been craving for it for a long time!" Mo Xuetong's white and tender pupils His face was a little pale, and he weakly leaned on the pillow and said.
Because Mo Xueyan and Lan Xinru came in, she put her hand under the quilt. She couldn't let others know about her injured hand. It was impossible to stretch out her hand to drink porridge in front of them. She had indeed eaten it long ago. There were still bowls and utensils that had just been finished on the table, and Mo Lan was cleaning them up gently.
"It's a pity that Third Sister doesn't eat. Do you want some more? You're not in good health, but you need to eat more. Look, Aunt Lan got up early to make porridge for you today, and even burned two bubbles on her hands. ." Seeing that Mo Xuetong had finished eating, Mo Xueyan rolled her eyes, took Lan Xinru's hand and showed her.
Sure enough, there were two obvious burns on the tip of Lan Xinru's white index finger.
"Xueyan, it's not a big deal. It's just a matter of accidently boiling it. It doesn't matter. But the third lady is not in good health. Drinking more millet porridge in the morning is good for the body. I originally wanted to come here early. Unexpectedly, I hurt my hand while doing it, and I came too late to catch up with the third lady for her early meal. However, it’s good to have something to eat after a meal. Drinking something is good for your health." Lan Xinru tried her best to break away from Mo Xueyan’s hand. Hands, with a gentle and regretful smile on his face, which is very popular.
We haven’t seen each other for only two days, but Lan Xinru is getting smarter and smarter!
Sure enough, just after she finished speaking, she heard someone outside the door say: "What meal did you miss? Tong'er hasn't had breakfast yet? Is she still not well?" It was not too early at this time, let alone Mo Xue. Hitomi didn't wake up very late today. Normally, most people would have already finished their breakfast.
Hearing the sounds of people outside, Lan Xinru stood up shyly, bowed shyly to Mo Huawen who came in, and called out: "Hello, cousin!" This time, the call was normal. I don't know if it was because of the incest. Got the old lady’s advice.
"Why did Miss Lan come to Tong'er so early today?" After Mo Huawen received Mo Xueyan's salute, he bowed his hands politely to Lan Xinru and let Mo Xueyan stay and talk while he came to Mo Xueyan. Tong sat down at the big armchair in front of Tong's bed. Mo Lan had already cleared away the dishes on the table, and Mo Yu served tea in an orderly manner.
"I heard that the third lady went to a banquet in the palace last night and fell ill when she came back. So I went to the kitchen to cook some millet porridge early in the morning. Unexpectedly, I came here late because my hands were burnt. The third lady had already finished eating, and I was still following him just now. The third lady said that after dinner, she should be more careful and eat a little bit. My cousin happened to be there too, so I would like to give my sister a favor and use some together." Lan Xinru stood up with a sweet smile and put the food box aside. Mentioned the table.
Opening the lid of the food box, there was a large bowl of fine porcelain inlaid with gold flowers, filled with a bowl of fine rice porridge. As soon as I opened it, the aroma of the fine rice porridge wafted out, which was really good at whetting one's appetite.
"It smells so good!" Mo Xueyan raised her nose and said coquettishly, and then said to Mo Huawen: "Uncle, Yan'er wants it too."
The two drank together, making Mo Huawen unable to say anything about not wanting to drink, so he could only nodded.
After he agreed, Lan Xinru enthusiastically served him a bowl of porridge and put it in front of him. Her carefully manicured fingers were white and slender, resting on the small blue celadon bowl, which made her skin look even more like snow. , slender and delicate, put the bowl in front of Mo Huawen, blushed and said shyly: "Cousin, you can try it too. If it doesn't taste good, I will definitely improve it next time."
After saying that, he looked back and put the side dishes to go with the porridge in the food box. He did everything by himself. Coupled with the hint of arousal in the corners of his eyes and brows, those who didn't know it thought it was his wife who was preparing food for her husband. Her attentiveness was irresistible.
Mo Huawen had already eaten. He had something else on his mind and had no appetite. He raised his eyes and looked at Lan Xinru. His eyebrows wrinkled slightly. He picked up the chopsticks and moved the side dishes a few times. Putting down his chopsticks, he said to Mo Xuetong: "How is Tong'er feeling now? Do you want to ask a doctor to come and take a look? The banquet in the palace ended not too late yesterday. Why did you get up so early today?"
He had already opened his mouth to talk to Mo Xuetong about business, but Lan Xinru opened her mouth and was too embarrassed to interrupt. Her charming eyes fell on Mo Xuetong's face, and she couldn't hide the impatience in her eyes. (To be continued)