The peaceful days passed very quickly. Half a month passed in the blink of an eye. Nothing happened in the family during this half-month of peace. In a few days, it will be the time for the Mo Mansion family memorial. Mo Mansion Zhuiyuan is actually the home of Qingliu. , is a long-established family in the Qin State. Although the direct line has not produced any outstanding high-ranking officials, it is very famous in the Qing Dynasty. Mo Huawen is the eldest son of the Mo Mansion, so he will naturally preside over the family sacrifices of this lineage. .
Different from the sacrifices of ordinary aristocratic families, the head of the family must invite a famous Qingliu celebrity to host the ceremony, and invite other Qingliu to watch the ceremony. All the legitimate sons and daughters must wear the coarse cloth clothes unique to family sacrifices and kneel in the ancestral hall to show their respect for their ancestors. Filial piety and sincere respect for guests.
The only legitimate daughter of this generation of the Mo family is Mo Xuetong, so she has no one to blame for this matter!
So this day, Aunt Tianfang was given clothes for Mo Xuetong to attend the family festival, a set of white coarse cloth dress, with only thin raw edges wrapped around the collar and cuffs to prevent the cold.
"Miss, Aunt Fang is so careless. Why did she send you such clothes?" Xu's mother couldn't help but said angrily as she turned over her clothes.
"Is there something wrong with the clothes?" Mo Xuetong laughed dumbly, turning the medical book in his hand with a slight smile on his face.
"The clothes Aunt Fang sent are right, the styles are correct, and they look thick. However, the old slave found that many of the lines are rough. In some places, the threads are thick, hard and prickly. On the surface, they look like nothing. But if the young lady puts it on, it will definitely hurt her skin, and the family ceremony takes a long time. If the young lady puts on such a set of clothes, her whole body will definitely hurt." Mother Xu followed Mo Xuetong into the back room and muttered angrily, "We haven't seen each other for more than a year, and Aunt Fang is becoming more and more vicious. She wants to kill the young lady!"
Having said this, she looked at Mo Xuetong worriedly, but the one who appeared in front of her was Mo Xuetong who was smiling indifferently.
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Aunt Fang didn't dare to frame herself so blatantly. She turned over the clothes on the side. The plain white coarse cloth clothes were originally prepared for family sacrifices. They were prepared to reflect the simplicity of family sacrifices. Even if they were all threads, there was nothing wrong with them. Yes, they are just coarse clothes. Even if you say it yourself, it will only make people feel that you are squeamish and unreasonable.
Caressing it with delicate fingers, there would always be an occasional thread that pricked the hand. If the unintentional person thought it was just a thicker thread, Mo Xuetong knew that mixed with the thick thread was something called "Celestial Silkworm Needle" This kind of thread is not native to the Qin State, and few people will know it. I heard that there is a mysterious silkworm in the remote areas of the Yan State that can spin this kind of silk thread. Mo Xuetong read it from a book of anecdotes. arrive.
This kind of thread, called "Celestial Silkworm Needle", looks exactly the same as ordinary thick thread. But when worn on the body, it gets the warmth from the human body. Over time, it will become like a needle that pricks people. It started out as a needle. , then ten needles, and finally thousands of needles pricking people. Who can wear such a piece of clothing
After taking it off, this dress is no different from ordinary coarse cloth clothes. Even a check can't detect it. Aunt Fang is really clever. If she wears such a dress, how can she do it when thousands of needles are pricking her. Sit quietly, but if you move because of this, you will be labeled as a family sacrifice, ignoring filial piety, frivolous and ignoring the laws of ancestors, and being arrogant and disrespectful in front of guests.
Such accusations are enough to ruin a woman's life.
"Miss, do you think you can wear such clothes? Aunt Fang has gone too far. Do you want to tell the master?" Mother Xu was simply angry that Aunt Fang didn't let her pick out the threads and asked angrily.
Mo Xuetong smiled slightly, shook her head and said, "Mom is fine, I just wore it for a while, it's not a problem."
"But miss..." Xu's mother was still worried.
"Mom will just prepare some thick undergarments for me when the time comes. No matter how hard the thread is, it can still be inserted into the undergarments."
Ordinary needle and thread cannot, but "Celestial Silkworm Needle" can.
Xu's mother thought about it and thought it was so. Without waiting for time, she pulled Mo Lan aside and Mo Yu went outside to make a thick undergarment for Mo Xuetong.
The next morning, Mo Xuetong got up very early. Today was the day of family sacrifices. Mo Lan brought breakfast, which only consisted of a light cucumber and a bowl of porridge. Today was the day of family sacrifices, so there was nothing to eat. There was a lot, but it was too little. Mo He put the porridge heavily on the table angrily: "Miss, the kitchen only gave us so much, saying that this is all we can eat today."
Such a small bowl of porridge is not enough for the young lady, and the most important thing is that the young lady is not allowed to eat her next meal until the evening. This small bowl of porridge lasts for one day, how can the young lady with a weak body eat it
"No, that's enough! It's very good!" Mo Xuetong smiled slightly, picked up the bowl and chopsticks, and started eating gracefully without any hesitation.
The bowl of porridge was not much, and it was finished in a while. Mo Xuetong put down the bowl in his hand calmly, and under Mo Lan's service, he put on the plain coarse cloth clothes. His hair was not pulled up into a pretty bun. Just let it down casually, tie a light belt behind the black hair and tie it loosely behind the head. This is what ladies in the Jin Dynasty wore, and it is in line with the customs of the Mohist family that have been passed down for thousands of years.
Mo Xuetong came to the front hall wearing coarse cloth and plain clothes. There was no legitimate son in the Mo family. She, the legitimate daughter, played an important role in the family ceremony, so her clothes today were different from her usual skirt. The robe was wide and had a few sleeves. She is extremely androgynous in beauty. Her long black hair is tied loosely to her waist. Her long robe is tied into a graceful and slender waist. The plain coarse clothes do not diminish her beauty, but they add a bit of freshness to her. The natural beauty of hibiscus.
When she came to the hall, she stood guard in the hall but did not go in because Mo Huawen did not have a legitimate son. As a legitimate daughter, she acted as a legitimate daughter and waited at the door to greet the guests. Mo Lan and Mo Yu followed behind her. Mo Lan put down the hand in her hand. On the mat, she was asked to kneel down on it according to the ancient etiquette. Mo Yu arranged her skirt for her, and both of them knelt down behind her respectfully.
In the morning, Mo Huawen receives foreign guests. No meal is prepared at noon. In the afternoon, the real family ceremony is held. What she needs to do is to kneel at the door to greet the guests in the morning, and go inside to accompany her father in the afternoon. Family sacrifices, and because she was a legitimate daughter and couldn't do some things, she just followed Mo Huawen.
There were not many guests, but they were all famous people. Mo Xuetong knelt there with lowered eyebrows. Every time a guest came, she bowed down respectfully with Mo Lan and Mo Yu, and walked deeply. She knelt down deeply and waited until the guests entered the hall before getting up. The tingling pain in the rough clothes on her body changed from faint to sharp, especially when she raised her head and looked up, those "rough clothes" that had been specially processed The thread" was like a needle pricking her delicate skin.
The sharp sting caused dense beads of sweat to appear on her head, a slight paleness appeared on her face, the fingers on her hands trembled slightly, and there were hidden veins on her hands.
Mo Yu had been watching his young lady from the side and noticed something strange about her. He lifted up his kneeling body. Just when he was about to speak, Mo Lan pulled him and the two of them knelt down hard together with Mo Xuetong. Someone is coming again!
Mo Xuetong appeared in a light white robe and followed him. His delicate body slowly bent down under the robe and respectfully bound the guests. This is what a legitimate son must do. The more respectful you are to the guests, the more respectful you are to the master. The more sincere.
The light white robe did not leave immediately like other guests, but stopped in front of her and reported: "Master Bai is here!"
Sure enough, it's Bai Yihao!
Mo Xuetong's body lying on the ground involuntarily tensed up. Although she knew that Bai Yihao was here to help her, she was still inexplicably nervous. She had a fear of Bai Yihao from her previous life. She always felt that that white and lofty face was There was too much darkness under her handsome face, which was not a corner she could touch. Although she was reborn, she was unwilling to be a pawn and repeat another tragedy.
She didn't know why Bai Yihao's behavior in Qin was so different from what he did in Yan, and she didn't want to know, so when she met Bai Yihao for the first time, she exchanged the help with him at an equal price, which showed that the two sides The relationship between people was just a transaction, and she was just a weak girl in a harem, unworthy of his ambition to dominate.
Bai Yihao stood in front of her, looking at the white and tender hands with a bit of forbearance and beating veins, his eyes flashed, and he asked calmly and gently: "Why is the legitimate daughter so tired that she is as tired as a servant? Could it be?" Feeling unwell?"
As soon as he said this, everyone chatting in the hall turned their heads and looked at Bai Yihao. As Bai Yihao, he attracted attention wherever he went.
The status of a legitimate son or daughter who greets guests at the door is different from usual. Even a legitimate daughter is treated as a legitimate son, so today Mo Xuetong is the legitimate son of the Mo family. If the guest wants to say a few words, it is very easy. Normally, she only went back to Mo's house because of Mo Xuetong, and she didn't know anyone well, so the guests who came in didn't talk to her once.
"No physical discomfort, young master, please come in!" Mo Xuetong knelt down and said calmly, still lying on the ground. There was only the white robe in the corner of his eye. The white was dazzling, and he knelt there quietly. The waistline is even more slender and delicate, like a white lotus in full bloom, and even more enchanting in its roughness.
"If you don't feel any physical discomfort, why are your fingers trembling, the backs of your fingers sweating, and your body trembling?" He asked softly, with a low smile. In front of so many people, he used his low, clear and moist voice with a touch of mountain spring. Such a beautiful voice spoke words of concern, which was really moving at such a moment.
In the hall, Mo Huawen heard the news and came out. He met Bai Yihao and bowed. His eyes followed Bai Yihao's eyes and fell on Mo Xuetong's hands lying on the ground. Sure enough, there were blue veins on the delicate hands. He stood up, trembling slightly, obviously trying hard to hold back something, and asked urgently: "Tong'er, your health is not good. If you really can't do it, let Min'er take over for you. You can go and rest!"
"Father, Tong'er is fine, there is no discomfort!" Mo Xuetong lowered her head and knelt on the ground. Her voice was still calm and gentle. If they hadn't seen her fingers twitching from time to time, no one would have realized that she had reached the limit of her endurance. .
Mo Yu behind her couldn't help but stood up and opened her mouth. Mo Lan beside her tugged on her clothes and pulled them off again.
Although such an action was small, it still caught Mo Huawen's eyes. (To be continued)