In the dead of night, the moonlight is like water, and the lights in Qingwei Garden are still on.
Mo Xuetong was leaning on the couch, watching Mo Lan pack her clothes for tomorrow's trip under the lamp.
The room was very quiet, except for the sudden sound of lights dancing, which was very soft, but broke the tranquility.
"Miss, are we really going to Baoen Temple tomorrow? Aunt Fang went to the master specifically to tell her, she must have bad intentions." Mo Lan couldn't help it anymore and looked up at Mo Xuetong and asked.
"Eldest sister has chosen such a good name. It would be unfilial for me not to go. Even my father agreed, so how could I not go." Mo Xuetong's long fingers unconsciously touched the couch twice, and she couldn't help but think. Let’s go back to what happened during this period.
Since entering the city, Mo Xuemin has fallen into her hands again and again. How could Mo Xuemin and Aunt Fang be reconciled? She didn't know when Mo Xuemin hooked up with Sima Lingyun in her previous life, but now , but she could see clearly that Sima Lingyun and Mo Xuemin had already conspired.
The reason why Sima Lingyun has a close relationship with the Mo Mansion is because Mo Xuemin once fell off her horse while traveling with the ladies and the young master, and it was Sima Lingyun who saved her. In her previous life, Mo Xuemin fell in love with the Duke of Ming Dynasty. The crown prince, You Yuecheng, although Aunt Fang was later rehabilitated, the Duke of Ming Dynasty looked down on her as a fake legitimate daughter, so You Yuecheng finally married her, but Mo Xuemin was worried about becoming an old girl. .
So she turned around and chose Sima Lingyun again
She is not sure about this yet, but one thing is certain, Mo Xuetong is sure that Sima Lingyun and Mo Xuemin are definitely in the same group.
Mo Xuemin brought Sima Lingyun to her garden today, which was the first step. It seems that tomorrow Baoen Temple will be their second step. Where will they interfere? Killing himself directly would ruin his reputation just like in his previous life and force him to marry Sima Lingyun.
In the previous life, because of her disfigured appearance, she was locked in the back garden with low self-esteem and knew nothing about the outside world. That time, she fell into the lotus pond. Sima Lingyun passed by and rescued her, and then she had to marry him. And because he was gentle and kind, he didn't mind that his appearance was completely ruined, so he followed her wholeheartedly.
In this life, what will Aunt Fang and the others do
She was still too weak. Although the few maids around her were clever, if there was any danger, how could a few weak women stop it? When Mo Xuemin and Sima Lingyun poured poisonous wine on themselves, Xu's mother and Mo Yu Ye desperately tried to stop him, but the result was that he only gained two more lives.
She had to find helpers to deal with Mo Xuemin, who was ruthless and capable.
But the problem is that she is a stay-at-home woman. Although she can calculate the opportunity, she has no help at all. Even last time, she still begged Bai Yihao to take action, but she can't beg him again and again. That person is too dangerous... Staring at the dark night outside the window, I couldn't help thinking, my eyebrows furrowed slightly, and I felt worried for a while.
Seeing her like this, Mo Lan knew that she was thinking, so she didn't ask any more questions, and quietly arranged her clothes.
Helper, she needed help. She made two unconscious strokes with her fingers on the couch, and suddenly her eyes focused on the book next to her.
His heart was shocked, his bright eyes were trembling, and he suddenly turned over and sat up.
"Miss, do you want to drink tea?" Mo Lan put down the clothes in his hands and came over to pour her a cup of tea. Mo Xuetong did not take it. She held Mo Lan back and asked urgently: "What did you bring last time?" Where are all the Xixian books?"
Most of those books were for casual reading, and they were not precious ancient books, so they were not in Mo Xuetong's room, but were casually thrown aside by Mo Lan and the others.
"Those boxes of books, I remember that Mo He had people throw them in the east wing. Miss, do you want to read them?" Mo Lan frowned and thought for a while.
"Go and help me look for it. Find the Da Qin Guang Ji and bring it to me quickly."
"Yes." Although Mo Lan didn't know what Mo Xuetong meant, seeing how eager she was, he hurriedly responded and turned around to go out.
She suddenly remembered something. Those idle books from her previous life had all become dowry with her. They went to the Zhenguo Hou Mansion with her. Because they were not noticed, they were piled up in the wing at will. Once, Sima Lingyun rarely came to her room. I came to sit for a while, and when I was bored, I picked up a book and flipped through it, and a piece of paper fell out. After Sima Lingyun picked it up and read it, he immediately stood up in shock and knocked over the tea cup on the table.
Mo Xuetong was doing needlework. She raised her head and wanted to ask him, but all she saw was his ecstatic figure and loud laughter.
Mo Xuetong picked up the book on the ground, looked at the cover, and remembered that it was a casual book of her mother's, "Da Qin Guang Ji".
Sima Lingyun disappeared for a few days. When he came back, there were two secret guards with extremely high skills. Until Mo Xuetong's death, the two secret guards had been following Sima Lingyun, plotting against Sima Lingyun. During the days of assassinating Duke Fu, these two secret guards were very helpful.
It is absolutely impossible for the Zhenguo Hou Mansion to raise such a secret guard!
Coupled with Sima Lingyun's abnormality, it can only mean that there is something wrong with the paper in the book. The closer he gets to the truth, the more nervous he becomes, and his delicate hands tighten slightly.
"Miss, is this the book?" The door curtain opened, and Mo Lan walked in holding a book. These maids had been following Mo Xuetong for a long time, and they still knew the basic words.
"Bring it here." Mo Xuetong took a deep breath and suppressed the throbbing in her heart.
Taking the book handed over by Mo Lan, she opened the cover with stiff fingers. Sure enough, she found a piece of yellowed paper on the innermost layer of the cover. Under the light, there were only a few words on the paper: two secret guards!
There is no signature below, only a strange symbol. Next to the symbol is the name of the place, Baoen Temple!
Baoen Temple
"Miss..." Under the light, both faces turned pale, and the long fingers suddenly started to tremble.
After a while, Mo Xuetong gathered her thoughts, closed the paper in her hand, her face returned to normal, and she said slowly: "Mo Lan, please don't tell anyone what happened today, not even to Mother Xu."
The fewer people who know about this matter, the better. There seems to be an extremely unsafe feeling, suffocating and suppressing it, making people breathless. Why is there this piece of paper in my mother's book? Even if my mother is the Duke of Fuguo She is the legitimate daughter of the house and has a noble status, but the existence of this note seems to be the tip of the iceberg of secrets.
And she was slowly opening that corner...
"Miss, I won't tell you." Mo Lan also knew the importance and nodded vigorously. “But, miss, it’s also Baoen Temple?”
Baoen Temple is relatively famous among the Buddhist temples in the capital. It is said that the Jin King who rebelled thirty years ago once led Buddhist monks to practice there for a period of time. The Jin King once came infinitely close to the throne, but fell short in the end. It is also said that this The Jin king left countless treasures. At that time, many people searched for them, but in the end nothing was left.
The reason why most aristocratic families in the capital like Baoen Temple is partly because of this, and partly because of its unique scenery and elegant location.
After Mo Huawen moved to Beijing, he also lit an ever-burning lantern for his deceased wife in Bao'en Temple, which is why Mo Xuemin prayed for blessings.
"Since it's Baoen Temple, that's the best. Mo Lan, how are your hands?" Mo Xuetong calmed down and asked softly.
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"I have nothing to do. You can go to Baoen Temple with the lady tomorrow." Mo Lan knew the meaning of her question and looked at Mo Xuetong firmly.
Mo Xuetong sighed softly, sighing in her heart, and reached out to hold Mo Lan's hand and patted it. She really couldn't live without Mo Lan, Mo He, and Mo Yu. Although they were smart, they were not as popular as Mo Lan, nor as stable and dignified. , Xu’s mother is old, and sometimes it is not appropriate to take a nanny with her, so no matter what, she must get two secret guards for this trip to Baoen Temple.
As long as there are two masters guarding her secretly, Mo Xuemin and Aunt Fang will no longer be able to use the methods they use to deal with the weaklings in the boudoir.
"Miss, what should I do?" Knowing the seriousness of the matter, Mo Lan looked at Mo Xuetong with bright eyes.
This time she will definitely cooperate with the young lady and will never make her own decisions again, as happened before.
"Don't pack it up yet. Let Mo Yu and the others clean it up tomorrow morning. Work with me today to embroider the mark and make a sachet that can be hung up tomorrow." Mo Xuetong spread out the paper in his hand again, and under the light The logo does not look complicated, it looks like words but not words. At first glance, it looks like a blooming magnolia flower.
It is not difficult to draw lines,
Seeing that the young lady was confident, her expression was calm, her smile was light, and she seemed to have indescribable confidence. Mo Lan was shocked by the meaning of this piece of paper and her heart was beating wildly. She calmed down. Young lady, you really follow It was different before. If Madam in heaven knew about it, she would definitely feel comforted.
That piece of paper was also left by the madam to the young lady. The madam loves the young lady so much that it is impossible to harm the young lady.
"Okay, slave girl, go get ready right away."
At that moment, the two of them no longer hesitated. Mo Lan prepared the silk thread, and Mo Xuetong traced the pattern first, and then the two of them threaded the needle and thread together. It was not difficult to embroider a sachet. In the previous life, Mo Xuetong had excellent needlework skills because she had been in purdah for a long time. I am familiar with it. I once embroidered a picture to wish the old lady a happy birthday and won the first prize in one fell swoop.
After a night of silence, Mo Xuetong got up early in the morning. In fact, she didn't sleep for long. She found some plain clothes to change into, said goodbye to Mo Huawen, and got into the carriage waiting at the door. Aunt Fang smiled. He walked her to the door and watched her get on the carriage.
"Is the prince on his way?" When only the backs of the carriages and horses were left, Aunt Fang put away the kind smile on her face, and a sneer bloomed in her eyes. The bitch actually left in front of her in such a grand manner. See Without showing any respect for herself, if she hadn't thought that the little bitch's reputation would be ruined if she went out this time, and she would never be able to argue with Min'er in the future, she would not have let her leave so smoothly.
"The prince sent someone to report early in the morning. He had already gone to Bao'en Temple. My aunt was in the study at that time, so I didn't have time to report." Nanny Li lowered her voice with a smile.
"Okay, let that little bitch get in by herself..." Aunt Fang sneered, turned around and walked in, "You can't blame others for finding your own death."
"That's right, even if something happens to Miss Third in the temple... it has nothing to do with my aunt. Anyway, I didn't go with her. Miss Third is behaving inappropriately. Who can blame me?" (To be continued)