Mo Huawen snorted coldly and said: "Mo Lan, tell me what happened to Tong'er. Could it be that you didn't take good care of Tong'er and made her sick?"
"I don't dare!" Mo Lan replied timidly. She didn't dare to say another word, but she paused on Mo Xuetong's collar for a little longer, but seemed to have scruples. She hesitated a few times and bit her lip. Did not say.
Seeing that Mo Lan clearly wanted to say something, but stopped in fear, and then saw that Mo Xuetong was holding back the pain, and his face looked even paler and more fragile, Mo Huawen felt angry, his face darkened and he shouted sternly : "Come here, pull these two cheap maids down and give them twenty sticks."
Two family members immediately appeared behind him and came forward to drag Mo Lan and Mo Yu away with expressionless faces.
Seeing that Mo Huawen was really ready to take action, Mo Xuetong stretched out her hand to stop him.
"Father, wait a minute, it's really Tong'er's fault, it's none of their business." Mo Xuetong couldn't kneel any longer, so she raised her head and said urgently.
Only then did everyone realize that her tender little face was as pale as snow, and she was sweating profusely. It was obvious that she had endured it to the extreme. Even so, there was a bit of stubbornness in her clear eyes, and her long eyes were fragile. The black eyelashes were raised, the lips she was biting tightly were stained with blood, a smile appeared on her face with difficulty, and her eyes were half aggrieved and half stoic.
"What's wrong with Third Miss? Why don't you tell your aunt that you're not in good health? Just ask the eldest lady to take care of the guests here for Third Miss. Fortunately, when we were making clothes, we also made an extra set for the eldest lady. It'll be over soon." Just let the eldest lady take care of the third lady, and the two girls are really like this. Why don't you hold your lady up when she is so sick? Why don't you let her hold her up like this? How can a girl's body be healed if it hurts her body?" Aunt Fang, who had been waiting outside, rushed in, hiding the resentment in her eyes, and said with concern, and ordered two women to come up to help Mo Xuetong, trying to take her down.
I don't know what she did to make Mo Huawen happy in the past two days, and Lihua Garden turned out to be very calm.
Aunt Fang recommended Mo Xuemin. Her daughter was inconspicuous, and she also had Mo Huawen's favor.
If Mo Xuemin could kneel at the door to restrain the guests as a legitimate daughter, her son would be able to come over. She would no longer be looked down upon as a concubine, but with the status of a son and a daughter, she would naturally get better, and if Mo Xuetong's body could not bear it, she would be better. If she withdraws from the family ceremony, all kinds of rumors can scold her to death.
Aunt Fang was not afraid that what was going on in Mo Xuetong's clothes would be discovered.
That dress is not good, but it doesn’t matter if the thread is thick. It is a rough cloth, how can it be more delicate? Who can discover the mystery after taking it off? Aunt Fang is confident about this strange "Celestial Silkworm Needle", here No one could recognize it.
Could Mo Xuetong still accuse this concubine of not bringing out fine silk clothes for her to wear during the family ceremony? This is one of the main reasons why Aunt Fang dares to bully Mo Xuetong openly. She has hated Mo Xuetong so much these past two days that she hides it viciously in her eyes. Only this time, Mo Xuetong will never get her again. A good marriage, this little bitch will not be in his hands from now on.
"Stop!" Seeing the two ladies reaching out to pull her, Mo Xuetong's face turned cold, and she said coldly, her quiet eyes were completely dark when she raised them, and she glanced at Aunt Fang. Aunt Fang only felt A chill still arose, and he took a step back inexplicably.
"Father, I'm really not sick!" She turned back to Mo Huawen and smiled softly. She reached out and took a handkerchief from Mo Yu's hand. She wiped the sweat from her face gracefully, revealing her delicate and lovely face. His smile was astonishingly haggard.
"How is it possible that the third young lady is not sick? Look how pale her face is. Listen to my aunt and go and rest first. Your eldest sister is in good health, so it is appropriate to kneel here. The little girl's family will have to kneel for a whole day. The third young lady is naturally weak, so she can't bear the pain." Aunt Fang came back to her senses and said hurriedly in front of Mo Huawen. She is a person who is good at calculations, but at this time, she felt that those bright eyes made people look... Flustered, she just wanted to bring Mo Xuetong in quickly so as not to cause any trouble.
After Aunt Fang finished speaking, she winked at the two women. The two women no longer hesitated. One of them took one of Mo Xuetong's hands and seemed to be holding her. They said, "Miss Third." , let’s go back and rest with the old slaves.”
She was going to confirm her reputation as a frail person. Who among the mistresses of an official's family would be willing to marry a woman with poor health who couldn't bear it after kneeling for a while? If her body couldn't bear it, she might not even have any children Also difficult.
"Let go!" Mo Xuetong shouted coldly, shaking off the hands of the two women.
Holding Mo Lan's hand, she forced herself to give a deep salute to Aunt Fang. Her clear eyes were misty with pain, and her unparalleled face seemed to be shrouded in a faint mist, showing indescribable vulnerability and grievance.
This courtesy made Aunt Fang involuntarily take two steps back and hurriedly retreat. In front of so many people, she dared to be a courtesy to Mo Xuetong, the legitimate daughter.
"Thank you for your concern, aunt. I'm so lucky. I didn't expect that my aunt treated me so well and asked my eldest sister to help me. Does your eldest sister have such clothes?" Mo Xuetong said softly, suppressing the hatred in her heart.
Mo Xuetong is the legitimate daughter. It is not etiquette in anyone's eyes to give such a big gift to an aunt who is not on the stage at a family ceremony. However, she can also see that this aunt is different from other aunts. I am afraid that He has a lot of power in the inner court, so it is not a good sign to have a legitimate daughter carefully accompany him.
"Is this the aunt or the mistress?" Qingliu was very arrogant, not to mention that there were celebrities here, who didn't just say what they wanted, and someone immediately embarrassed Aunt Fang.
"It's against human ethics for an aunt to break into the house!" Another also criticized.
Bai Yihao stood on the side, a smile flashed across his eyes, looking at her kneeling there, a little aggrieved but cautious, clearly looking like she had been bullied but did not dare to say anything, and at this time she defended When Aunt Fang arrived, she said gently: "Although Auntie is not the mistress, the eldest sister has worshiped my ancestors on my behalf, so she can be regarded as..."
"Desolate Hall, a concubine took the place of a legitimate daughter for a family sacrifice and wanted to straighten her up." Someone couldn't stand it anymore and scolded him directly. Mo Huawen's face turned dark on the spot. These are all celebrities, Qingliu, if they were Rumors spread that he favored his concubines over his direct descendants, but this would hinder his official reputation, and he might even be involved in a book.
"Miss Mo San, if you believe it, can I help you diagnose it?" Bai Yihao knelt down and without waiting for Mo Xuetong to object, he held her wrist with a smile, his voice was low and gentle, and he was dressed in white clothes like snow. When he was lowered, it didn't make people feel that he was rude, but made people feel that he was as noble as the moon, bright and noble.
Such a person bent down to diagnose and treat Mo Xuetong in person. What a blessing it was. Behind the shadow of the tree, Mo Xuemin, who was dressed in coarse cloth and plain clothes and had already received the letter and was ready to replace Mo Xuetong, was fascinated by the sight. She only wished for that handsome face. The smile on his face was directed at himself, his fingers pinching the leaves on one side, and he didn't feel even if he was pricked by the sharp leaves.
Only this moment remained in my mind, the charming smile of the handsome boy like the moon. I originally thought that Sima Lingyun and You Yuecheng were already unparalleled in beauty, but it turns out that people can be so handsome and noble, unparalleled in dignity, and flawless in beauty. Is this the kind of person you are
"Thank you, Mr. Bai!" Mo Xuetong stretched out her hand generously, looked at Bai Yihao with her bottomless black eyes, and slowly curved her lips into a gentle and charming smile.
What a woman of great wisdom! The rarest thing is that he is so forbearing. He is exactly what he is looking for. When the time is right, he is willing to extend an olive branch...
Bai Yihao glanced at her calmly, put his slender fingers on her white wrist, with a faint smile, he said with a faint smile: "Miss Mo San is not sick, but she is injured!" He said With a slight flick of her slender fingers, the clothes around Mo Xuetong's wrists were lifted up a bit. What fell in front of her was a dark red mark on the upper part of her wrist. The white and tender skin color reflected the red circle, which made people feel unreasonable. A chilling feeling.
In such a circle, there was even blood flowing out in some places, as if it had been pricked by a needle.
"A sharp needle was placed on Miss Mo San's clothes, which pricked Miss Mo San's skin. That's why Miss Mo San couldn't hold on anymore and her face looked so bad." Bai Yihao gave such an answer leisurely. , turned around and took his servant into the living room, his fingers lightly scratched the fur, and a small piece turned to the side, with some sharp thorns coming out. If you look closely, they are fine needles, as thin as It's just like vellus hair, so you can't really see it unless you look carefully.
With her wrist exposed, Mo Xuetong blushed and quickly retracted her hand, but everyone still saw clearly the red and swollen ring on her hand and the tiny needles, and everyone's expressions changed.
"What's going on?" Mo Huawen's face darkened, he grabbed Mo Xuetong's retracted hand and shouted sharply at Aunt Fang.
"There's nothing wrong with my father. Maybe I made these clothes in a hurry and didn't clean them properly. When I put them on, Tong'er felt like needles pricking on my body. It's okay, it's just a few places. Tong'er can bear it and won't worry about it." It’s about the family sacrifice." Mo Xuetong answered with a smile before Aunt Fang, but the grievances in those hazy eyes were really heartbreaking. She glanced at Aunt Fang timidly, He lowered his head again and bit his lip.
Aunt Fang's face had turned as pale as snow when she saw the fine needle. At this time, she could no longer stand and knelt down suddenly: "I don't know what happened, the master may have been done by someone from the sewing room." hurry."
As soon as he said this, Mo Huawen's face turned purple, and he almost shouted: "You bitch, you still have the nerve to do such a thing."
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The truth has been revealed. Tong'er's clothes have clearly been tampered with. Who else but Aunt Fang would stretch her hand so long? At this time, Mo Huawen deeply regretted that he had been soft-hearted a few days ago and saw Mo Xuetong clenching her hands. She held her lips together and endured the pain. There was blood on her lips, but she still didn't say a bad word to Aunt Fang. She just felt her heart aching.
"You two go inside and change the young lady's clothes, and put some medicine on Tong'er." Mo Huawen's face was unusually sinister.
The two maids didn't say anything more and helped Mo Xuetong down.
All the guests shook their heads and entered the living room. The rest was other people's housework. It would be rude for them to look at it!
Mo Huawen glared at Aunt Fang fiercely, his face as gloomy as water, and the sharpness in his eyes made Aunt Fang kneel there and couldn't help but feel a chill in her heart. She took two steps back, but she also had doubts about where the needle in her clothes came from. , it was clearly not her who put it in. How could she do it with such obvious evidence? How could the "Celestial Silkworm Needle" be discovered so easily.
Mo Lan came over in a moment with a tray. They were all needles of the same color. There were hundreds of needles, and the needles shone with a stinging cold light.
"Master, the cuffs, collar, waist, and vest are all there. I have already cleaned them out for the young lady." Mo Lan knelt in front of Mo Huawen without me saying a word, but the tears flashing in his eyes revealed it. Too many emotions.
"How did you serve the third lady? Why did no one come to report it? Why did you let the third lady wear such clothes?" Mo Huawen was angry. (To be continued)