"Princess..." Mo Ye said.
Mo Xuetong waved her hand to stop her, and did not enter the palace. She turned around and walked out of the palace door, slowly walking out. The maid who was guarding outside the door hurriedly followed her.
Mo Ye saw Mo Xuetong's frown and knew that she was thinking about something, so he stepped back two steps and asked the others to step back a few more steps so as not to disturb Mo Xuetong's thoughts.
Mo Xuetong was now 100% sure that You Yuecheng had some evidence, but she didn't know how much he knew exactly. Looking at the situation, he clearly wanted to get some benefits from himself, but he didn't expect that his attitude would be so tough. But what exactly did he control, and it was also related to the Fuguo Palace.
How could he be so sure that Princess Jin was fine? He hadn't been born yet at that time. What did he know? It was the information leaked by Duke Fu
If this is really the case, it seems that we should really communicate with my grandmother. It's not that I have to ask about what happened back then, but that some people don't want to let go of the Fuguo Palace.
In this case, she must have a frank talk with her grandmother as soon as possible, and she must find out what happened back then, so that she can better sort out the past instead of making omissions based on guesswork.
She has a feeling that her grandmother may not tell her too much, but as long as there are clues, she can know more clearly what happened that year...
And that painting has become a faint thorn in her heart...
At Shenshi, an ordinary carriage slowly stopped at the back door of Puguang Temple. There was only a faint mark on the carriage door, which read "Prince Xuan's Mansion". If you don't look carefully, you really can't tell. From the car A maid came down, looking around here and there, looking quite anxious.
Then, she took two steps forward and whispered back to the person in front of the car door: "Princess, the Fourth Miss is not here yet?"
"Look again, and if you see someone, bring them over immediately. We have to leave in a while, so we can't wait too long." A woman's impatient voice came from inside, and Mo Yan listened carefully, and it turned out to be the third lady's voice. , immediately overjoyed, turned around and ran in quickly, but when passing a wing room, he stopped for a moment, saw that no one was around, and went in.
The wing rooms of Puguang Temple are used by pilgrims who live in the temple. To distinguish them, the men's room is on the left and the women's room is on the right. The gate of the backyard happens to be on the left. When Mo Yan went back to the right, she happened to pass by the wing on the left.
"Stop." A guard suddenly stood up from outside the door, pointed his sword at Mo Yan and said coldly.
"Slave... I want to meet the Crown Prince." Mo Yan was timid and delicate, looking at the guard's cold face pitifully.
"The Crown Prince said, don't cause any trouble at this time. It's only right to do your job quickly. When you enter the mansion later, you can see the Crown Prince anytime you want." The guard didn't give an inch and said almost mechanically. , a bit of disdain flashed in her eyes, a maid dared to think about the prince, she was so ignorant, and she didn't even think about her identity, she really thought that the person who had been with her all the time was the prince!
But these words were said by Shi Zirang, so he read them again according to the rules.
Mo Yan blushed when she was told what was on her mind. Looking at the guard's unaccommodating look, she knew that she would not see anyone, so she nodded and said timidly: "Please reply to the prince, I will definitely take care of the matter."
The guard nodded impatiently, and Mo Yan had to turn around and leave. This time she didn't hesitate and rushed directly into Mo Xueqiong's wing.
In the wing room, Mo Xueqiong was fidgeting around the room. Seeing her irritable look, Mo Jiao stood alone in the corner, not daring to say a word. She had never been very timid, and she was always just. Mo Yan's instructions.
"Concubine..." Mo Yan pushed open the door and came in, saying excitedly.
"How's it going? Is there anyone?" Mo Xueqiong took two steps forward and grabbed Mo Yan and said anxiously. Success or failure depends on this one move, and it must be Mo Xuetong. As long as he makes this great contribution, that person will Taking herself away, not only did she let the miracle doctor heal her face, but she also married herself as his concubine, and promised that if she gave birth to a son and a half daughters in the future, she would also refer to herself as Mrs. Ping.
Why wasn't Mo Xueqiong nervous about such a good thing
It can be said that her success or failure lies in one move, and she is no longer willing to become King Yan's concubine.
And now, this is her only chance.
"Concubine, I saw the carriage parked at the back door with the mark of Prince Xuan's Palace on it. I also saw Mo Ye, who had been following Miss Third, get out of the carriage." Mo Yan wiped away the heat from running out. Khan, replied hurriedly.
"Did you see Mo Xuetong get off the car with your own eyes?" Mo Xueqiong asked worriedly. She fought with Mo Xuetong, but she didn't gain the upper hand every time, which caused her some psychological fear now, so after listening to Wan Moyan's words were not surprising. Instead, she thought about it and asked cautiously.
A novel app that has been running stably for many years, comparable to the old book-chasing tool, a source-changing app used by old bookworms, huanyuanapp.org
This time she had to be absolutely flawless and not allow any mistakes.
"Concubine, don't worry. Although I didn't see the Third Miss get off the car with my own eyes, you see, as the Third Miss, I won't show my face at will, but I heard what the Third Miss and that Mo Ye said, and the Third Miss' tone was extremely She's impatient, as if she won't wait for you as long as you go out late."
Mo Yan said calmly, and also expressed her thoughts by the way. She had always been with Mo Xueqiong, and she was a little older than Mo Xueqiong. She was usually a thoughtful person, but there was something about Mo Xueqiong. Most of them listened to her. Seeing how sure she said it now, and thinking about Mo Xuetong's attitude towards him, he nodded with satisfaction and felt relieved.
The person in the car must be Mo Xuetong.
Mo Xuetong felt bad about herself. Although she was hindered by what she wanted and thought that everyone had the same blood to save her, there must be something in her heart that she was reluctant to do. Last time, she told herself without mercy. This was the last time, so it was 10% Mo Xuetong himself in the car.
This is just right. Mo Xuetong can't bear what happened today. This bitch, if she had died at that time, how could she have gotten to this point? Everything about her was ruined by Mo Xuetong. She must also want to After destroying her, Mo Xueqiong's eyes flashed with a proud and sinister light.
"Mo Jiao, hurry up, get the things here, let's get out quickly, don't let Mo Xuetong find an opportunity to run away." She no longer hesitated and said to Mo Jiao who was standing aside.
There were not many things. They had been packed on the table. There were only two small packages, which had been prepared a long time ago. These were necessary to carry. Mo Jiao and Mo Yan each held one in their arms and followed Mo Xueqiong as they hurried out. Walk.
It was still a bit hot in Shenshi day, and many people in Prince Yan's Mansion had the habit of taking a nap. Although it was almost past Shenshi time, it did not prevent them from continuing to sleep for a while. Mo Xueqiong's wing was just next to it, and the man's wing was just next to it. Separated by a wall, go out along one of the alleys, neither God nor ghosts notice.
The three of them didn't meet anyone along the way. They sneaked out of the door and saw a little maid standing at the door extremely impatiently, looking around. When they saw Mo Xueqiong coming with two maids, they immediately came up to greet them. He said angrily: "Is it Fourth Miss? I have been waiting for you for so long with the princess. Why did you come? The princess is also a little tired now. Sister Mo Ye is beating her legs up there. You see, it is now Are you going up? Or should you wait a little longer?"
This little maid's extremely disrespectful attitude made Mo Xueqiong want to get angry immediately. No matter how bad she was, she was still the concubine of Prince Yan's palace, and now even a little maid came to neglect her. How could she not let her anger go away? Xuetong was indeed ill-intentioned. She didn't come to help her intentionally, she just came to see her laugh.
In her anger, Mo Xueqiong had already forgotten what she had just wanted to do to ask Mo Xuetong carefully whether she was in the carriage. She also didn't notice that the sign of Prince Xuan's Mansion was no longer on the carriage, and she didn't even think about why the little maid didn't give Mo Xuetong a message on it. Xue Tong beat her legs, put a big maid on top, ran over, and ran towards the car angrily.
Damn Mo Xuetong was really here to humiliate her! She endured it, because Mo Xuetong would only be humiliated from now on.
"Concubine, don't be angry, please bear with me!" Mo Yan, standing behind Mo Xueqiong, pulled Mo Xueqiong's sleeve and warned her in a low voice.
"Don't worry, I'll endure it. Mo Xuetong won't be able to escape soon anyway. I can't bear it any longer." Mo Xueqiong gritted her teeth and glared at the little maid angrily, making her step back a few steps. step.
"Third sister, thank you for coming to pick me up in person." When they came to the car, Mo Xueqiong held Mo Yan's hand and got into the carriage. There was a hint of sinisterness in her eyes under the gauze scarf, but her mouth was deliberately polite.
She stretched out her hand and lifted the curtain. The light outside was too strong and it was too dark inside. She rushed from the bright place to the dark place. Her eyes were a little uncomfortable. For a moment, she could only vaguely see a half-lying figure inside, Mo Xue. Hitomi was actually lying comfortably inside, and her anger deepened for a moment.
She returned the package and took the package from Mo Yan, put it inside, and got in. She didn't care why Mo Xuetong was silent inside, and still said in a hypocritical manner: "Thank you for your hard work, third sister, it's so hot." Damn it, I asked Third Sister to pick me up. I’m so grateful to Third Sister. From now on, I will pray for Third Sister in front of the Buddha and bless Third Sister for safety.”
"Who?" Before she could finish her words, there was chaos outside and someone was shouting.
"Quick, someone has run away with his concubine."
"How brave! You two slaves dare to use your concubine to escape together. It's a heinous crime. Someone, come and tie them up." Suddenly, there were chaotic sounds outside. Some people were screaming and others were yelling. , Mo Xueqiong was so happy that she ignored Mo Xuetong and immediately leaned against the car curtain, listening to the sounds outside.
Seeing You Yue'e rushing out of the house with some maids and women in tow, Mo Yan was secretly happy, but her face turned pale with fright. She took two steps back in fright, as if she wanted to pull the carriage up, but she stumbled and couldn't move at all. Unable to get up, he simply grabbed the reins of the horse and hung it without getting up, which happened to block the way of the carriage.
"Get out of the way, let go." The coachman who was standing aside became anxious when he realized that so many people were rushing towards him. He immediately jumped on the horse's shaft, raised his whip and was about to drive the horse away, but Mo Yan's hand He still hung on the horse's reins and refused to let go. He couldn't pull it away for a moment and screamed anxiously.
Mo Jiao was so frightened that she knelt on the ground and trembled.
"Come here, catch these two little bitches, and this carriage too." You Yue'e stared at the carriage with a gloomy face and shouted loudly.
Several rough ladies had already come over and carried Mo Jiao with one hand, while two others came over to pull Mo Yan off her horse.
"No, let go, don't..." Mo Yan struggled hard, trying to get away from the two women, but how could she be a match for the two rough women? She was pulled down and fell to her death. He held on to the horse's reins, refusing to let go, but his hand was slowly being pulled off more and more. (To be continued)