But no one thought that the piercing chill was emanating from Bai Yihao. They only felt that the nobility and purity in him were vastly different from those of them. They were beyond their reach. He was humble, and everyone The word "humble" surged through my heart, but I still dared to look up at his handsome face.
Mo Xuetong was a little dumbfounded. She looked up and looked at the huge words "Mo Mansion" in front of the house. She really thought she had gone to the wrong place. She was more familiar with the master than herself. Just now she was thinking that since Bai Yihao had arrived at her door Of course, she wanted to show her kindness as a landlord and invite him to come in with her. Unexpectedly, the two guards at the door did not even notice her as the third lady. They all ran around him. People who didn't know might think that he was the one. Be the master here.
This is too evil!
"Miss, Mr. Bai has gone in, let's go in quickly." Mo He followed Bai Yihao with his eyes obsessively, and after taking two steps, he realized that Mo Xuetong behind him had not followed. He hurriedly concealed his smile and turned around. Help Mo Xuetong.
"A little girl dares to even think about my young master. She really has no face." A tender snort came from Bai Yihao's carriage. The curtain of the carriage was raised. This time, a beautiful waiter came down. The woman dressed as a maid, fifteen or sixteen years old, is when her beauty is in full bloom. She raised her head high and looked at Mo Xuetong unkindly with her beautiful eyes, but she spoke to Mo He.
"What are you talking about?" Mo He's face suddenly turned red after being said like this in front of so many people. But because of the fact, he lost his usual sharp tongue and only retorted with a red face, The tone was a little weaker.
"I've been looking at my young master since I got off the car. Now I can't even care about my young lady. Isn't it difficult? Look who you are and who my young master is." The beautiful maid glanced at Mo He with disdain. The meaning is obvious.
Mo He was so embarrassed that he was about to retort, but Mo Xuetong stopped him with his hand and a smile.
"Is this the person next to Mr. Bai? Now that you have arrived at the door of Mo Mansion, if you want to go in, just follow Mr. Bai in. Why come up and humiliate the master's maid? Is it possible that the people around Mr. Bai say this? It's all nonsense." Mo Xuetong looked the beautiful maid up and down and smiled, but there was no smile at all in his eyes.
Humiliating your maid is false, but humiliating yourself is true!
There was a cold smile on his lips, and without waiting for her answer, he supported Mo He and walked slowly towards the door of the house.
She didn't want to, nor did she bother to argue with a maid, so as not to fall into someone else's trap.
The guards who came back from the gate of the mansion also saw Mo Xuetong's carriage and horse. The first one was his own young lady, who came forward hurriedly. Behind him, Bai Yihao's beautiful maid, whose face was red, was ignored by Mo Xuetong, and stood there in shame. In front of the car door, I couldn't say a word.
After walking into the door, Mo Xuetong let go of Mo He's hand, her eyes turning slightly cold.
"Miss..." Mo He said nagging.
"You should go back to Qingwei Garden to receive your punishment first, and ask Mo Yu to come and take care of you. If I have something to do, I have to go to my father's study. Ask her to find me somewhere." Mo Xuetong looked at Mo He quietly, with a quiet and deep look in his eyes. He said calmly.
She had never met Bai Yihao in her previous life, and neither had Mo He, so she never thought that two completely different people would be involved. Through Mo He's unnatural eyes, she clearly saw obsession. Mo He actually fell in love with Bai Yihao at first sight. Regardless of his own reputation, he openly opened the window to peek at Bai Yihao.
When did this happen? She didn't even notice it, and she was put in front of others and exploited by others!
A cold feeling arises from the bottom of my heart!
Mo He was frightened by the sight of Mo Xuetong. His blushing face faded little by little and turned pale. He said in a trembling voice: "Miss..."
"Stop saying anything, go!" The tone was soft, but the meaning was firm. He picked up the hem of his skirt and took two steps forward. He walked past Mo He and walked slowly to the garden on the side, heading to Mo Hua's library. The road happened to pass through the garden. Bai Yihao was now in Mo Huawen's study. She would not rush over and simply went to sit in the garden.
She didn't want to have another chance encounter with Bai Yihao in the study at this time. Such a person was too dangerous!
Snow began to fall in the sky, and it fell on her light blue dress. The dress clung to her slender body obediently, and the snowflakes falling from the sky were like fireworks. The fairy walked slowly from the wind and snow, with a beautiful little face like jade porcelain, with a pair of watery black eyes, with thick, long, slightly curled deep eyelashes.
The eyelashes are slightly curled, and the small cherry lips have a warm sheen like peach.
The water in her eyes was flowing, and she looked more and more beautiful in the snow-colored vastness, like a fairy who had fallen on the snow for nine days, not stained by a trace of dust.
Qin Yufeng was standing at a pavilion by the roadside by the lake. He was wearing a dark blue robe. The placket and cuffs were embroidered with images of cranes and seas of cranes and seas with extremely fine silver threads. He wore a gold-threaded empty belt and a full-body green jade pendant. She looked elegant and elegant, standing out from the crowd. Standing in the pavilion with her hands behind her back, looking at Mo Xuetong floating over, she felt a flash of surprise, but then she recognized Mo Xuetong, and the subtle expression on her face changed. He flashed past with a gentle smile.
"Cousin Tong, come here to avoid the snow and leave later." He smiled and said to Mo Xuetong, who took a few steps with her long skirt and looked up at the sky.
"Cousin Feng!" Mo Xuetong also saw Qin Yufeng at this time, he hesitated for a moment, then walked a few steps to the pavilion, put the wide sleeves covering his head, closed his sleeves and bowed deeply, Qiao smiled sweetly and said: "Why is Cousin Feng here? Why don't you go and sit in father's study."
In her previous life, Qin Yufeng was Mo Xuemin's loyal lover.
"I just came out of my uncle's study and there was such a heavy snowfall. When I saw the beauty in the snow coming, I stayed here to wait for my cousin Tong to come over and talk." Qin Yufeng laughed and returned the gesture with a smile.
What he said was quite profound, and there was a hint of teasing in it.
Mo Xuetong raised her eyes softly and smiled, sitting reservedly on the railing on one side. It was snowing outside, and the patches were like goose feathers. It seemed that this meant that it would not get better for a while.
She didn't want to come in at first, but she came in specifically when she saw Qin Yufeng. Qin Yufeng was a very strange person. He was obviously full of talents and scheming but he didn't serve in the royal family. He only fell in love with Mo Xuemin. But such a person really Can you fall in love with a woman so much that you are willing to send her into the arms of others and only want to make her happy
This is a person she cannot understand, but since the two people are destined to meet, she is willing to get to know him first, know herself and the enemy, and fight without danger!
Qin Yufeng's eyes fell on the half-hanging pink face. That face was as beautiful as jade and pearls. There was a faint blush on her tender white face. A few snowflakes fell on her long black hair and her long eyelashes. A piece of pure white snowflake falls, which makes your eyes look more beautiful and your temperament is noble, giving people a feeling that you want to protect your closeness but also cannot bear to blaspheme.
How beautiful such a woman should be, so beautiful that people just want to hold her in her arms. That face with a hint of shyness reflects the stunning beauty. Just one glance can captivate people's hearts.
"Cousin Feng, have my aunt and cousin Xuan all entered the capital?" Mo Xuetong raised his head and met Qin Yufeng's deep eyes. A gentle smile appeared on his lips, and he blinked his eyes deliberately. asked hopefully.
People from the Qin family came to Beijing. She also knew something about it at Fu Guogong's Mansion, but not in detail. She originally thought that after returning home, Mo Lan would send someone to check it out. Then she met Qin Yufeng, so she asked directly. .
"Grandma came to Beijing with her second brother. A few days ago, grandma talked about cousin Tong and asked if cousin Tong was free. If she was free, she would go and see her. She just came to the capital, and there was no caring person around her. I heard that cousin Tong is the smartest and is very popular with her grandmother." Qin Yufeng smiled slightly, with a hint of interest in his deep eyes.
When Qin Yufeng invited her to the Qin Mansion, Mo Xuetong did not refuse. As if she did not know Qin Yufeng's deep meaning, she responded with a smile. She had no intersection with Qin Yufeng in her previous life, but died under his plan. In this life, she She will try to slowly understand Qin Yufeng and weigh the pros and cons. She would rather open her eyes and watch how he plots, than walk into the abyss with her eyes closed like in her previous life.
"Thank you second cousin for inviting me. In a few days, I will definitely go to the house to visit my aunt." Mo Xuetong's watery eyes turned quickly and landed on a scroll Qin Yufeng put on the table. He asked with curious eyes: "Cousin Feng, what is this?"
"This is a painting I got. There is dirt on it. I can't deal with it, so I brought it over for my uncle to take a look at. It's a pity. Just now, my uncle said that this painting can no longer be restored." Qin Yufeng smiled. He turned around, walked to the stone table, sat down, opened the scroll, and motioned for Mo Xuetong to come over and take a look.
It was a picture of plum blossoms on a snowy night and cold weather. The red plum blossoms on the branches were like blood, reflected in the white snow, making the whole plain picture come alive immediately. The red plum blossoms, pink stamens, and white snowflakes , just a few strokes outline the vitality and beauty in the vast world.
The sky and the earth are all pale, but this flower is so beautiful, standing proudly against the frost and snow!
"Sure enough, it's a good painting." Mo Xuetong praised softly. His eyes fell on the dark gray ink in the white snow and frowned. Sure enough, such a vast snow color was polluted here. , causing the entire picture to be completely destroyed, and the bright red color lost its heart-stopping vividness.
"Cousin Feng, father also said there is no way to remedy it?" Mo Xuetong stretched out her hand to touch the painting. It is indeed a good painting. The ink in the whole picture is dry and wet, and the lines are dense and dense. It's fast, slow, and smooth. You can tell it's a really good painting at a glance. It's really a pity that such a good painting was ruined.
"Uncle said that the snow was stained, which meant that the entire painting was stained. This painting is of no use anymore." Qin Yufeng looked at the painting, his eyes full of pity and a trace of heartache. It was obvious that this was his beloved painting. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have specially brought it to Mo Mansion. Mo Hua Wen’s writing is very good and has always been praised by people. He is very particular about the painting and is very admirable. If even Mo Hua Wen feels useless, this painting Of course painting is really useless.
"What is Cousin Feng going to do with this painting?" Mo Xuetong smiled slightly and asked cutely, turning his head.
Qin Yufeng smiled: "Since it can't be repaired, let's just destroy it. I'll have it burned when I return home. It's a pity that such a good painting will be lost." He let out a long sigh, and his eyes fell on the painting. It's a pity, it shows that I really feel sorry for such a picture.
If the painting he likes is stained, simply destroy it. Qin Yufeng's character is indeed different from others. He suddenly thought of something in his heart. He moved slightly, stretched out his hand to stop Qin Yufeng who was rolling the scroll, frowned slightly, and suddenly raised his head with a bit of tenderness. The innocent smile asked with a sweet smile: "Cousin Feng, can you give me this painting?"
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"What does Cousin Tong want with this painting?" Qin Yufeng hesitated for a moment as he rolled the painting, then slowed down and asked with a smile. He was actually in a bit of a dilemma. It was just a stained painting. He didn't decide to destroy it. Why? Still so reluctant to give up? This person's temperament is indeed not ordinary!
"Let me try, maybe I can cover up this stain." Mo Xuetong seemed not to see the deep meaning in his eyes, and replied softly, reaching out to pull the rolled scroll.
"Oh, what do you want to do with Cousin Tong?" After hearing that Mo Xuetong had a solution, Qin Yufeng also became interested, put down the scroll in his hand, paved the way for her again, and asked with a smile.
Mo Xuetong deliberately showed a troubled expression and gently rubbed her fingers on the thin white screen.
"Cousin Tong, can't you tell me?" Seeing Mo Xuetong just smiling and caressing her hands, her long, white and tender hands felt particularly harmonious and beautiful when reflected on the picture. The bright red plums on the branches instantly lost their color, only slightly. When she smiled, her flower-like smile made people's hearts flutter inexplicably. Qin Yufeng's eyes moved unconsciously along with her hand.
"Where did Cousin Feng come from? How could I deliberately not tell Cousin Feng? I just don't know where to start. If I don't make up for it well, I will make Cousin Feng laugh." Mo Xuetong pretended not to look at him. There was a flash of confusion in his eyes, and he looked at the picture in his hand intently, smiled softly, and playfully brushed his beautiful skirt with one hand to cover up the inadvertent coldness on his lips.
"How are cousin Tong going to fix it? Can you let Cousin Feng listen to it?" Mo Xuetong's indifferent expression made Qin Yufeng's expression brighten. He grabbed Mo Xuetong's hand with some excitement and asked anxiously, "Who is he?" He really liked this painting, but the servant who was cleaning the house accidentally smeared a stain on it. He had no choice but to make the decision to destroy the painting. Since the painting he liked had been stained, he would rather destroy it. (To be continued)