Ye Xianglian's father was an accountant in the wine workshop. At the beginning, he bought wine there because Mofu held a banquet. It happened that Mo Haotian photographed Mo Chengfeng to study with Uncle Mo, and he met a pure and innocent man in the winery. The woman he was, never forgot about her ever since, and later wanted to marry her. At that time, Mo Haotian originally disagreed, but seeing his second son being so persistent, he agreed.
Now hearing Gongsun Ning say this is equivalent to slapping Mo Chengfeng, but he is not good at fighting with her. Today, Mo Haotian taught him a lesson. Was utterly disappointed.
"Let's go!" said through gritted teeth.
After Mo Lingxuan returned to Zilingxuan, she lay down and rested under the wooden canopy built in the courtyard. Yuaner made her a pot of tea to relieve the heat. The cold or not hot attitude still made her feel as uncomfortable as thorns.
She put down the tea and didn't leave, just stood there.
"What's the matter?" Mo Lingxuan said indifferently, lying on the soft bamboo swing with her eyes closed.
Yuan'er immediately rolled down when she heard it, and the tears in her eyes seemed to be broken: "Miss, this servant is really wrong, I beg you to give this servant another chance to reform, servant wish. Give this life to the lady with sincerity!"
Mo Lingxuan heard nothing, and time seemed to have stopped. She lay motionless and seemed to be asleep. Assassin was in the early summer, the afternoon sun was very warm, but if it was not blocked, it would still look Somewhat hot.
The whole yard was quiet and anxious. Occasionally, there was a bird's cry. I don't know how long it took, and Yuan'er's legs were numb, but she didn't dare to move, and she couldn't move.
"Opportunity?" A cold voice sounded and she couldn't help shivering.
She raised her head to look at Mo Lingxuan who was lying down, but saw that she had opened her eyes at this moment, but there was indifference and cruelty in the clear pair of eyes.
'Zheng' a pitch-black dagger stood directly on the stone table, and a piece of hard granite was laid on the wooden table. This was also ordered by Mo Lingxuan, and there was a chessboard carved on it, which is now being used by him. She deftly threw out a dagger and inserted it directly, one can imagine her skill is not shallow.
Then I heard her say lazily: "Here is your chance, then let me see what you call 'sincerity'."
The bloodthirsty and her words were extraordinarily relaxed, but this seemed to be the first time Mo Lingxuan had used such a soft tone to Yuan'er.
Yuan'er was stunned for a moment, her heartbeat accelerated slightly, and she was still a little scared. After a while, she seemed to have made a decision, her feet were numb, and she knelt on the ground and pulled the dagger with trembling hands.
But she held the handle but couldn't pull it out. In addition, the cold sweat on her hand made her fail again and again. In the end, she simply stretched out both hands, grabbing the blade with one hand and the handle with the other, Mo Lingxuan's dagger. It can be said to be extremely sharp. When she held it a little bit, blood flowed out, and she pulled it desperately until the dagger cut off her metacarpal bone.
Yuan'er didn't seem to care about pulling out the dagger.
"Well, if no one is scout, it would be unsatisfactory to search for one."
Her easy words decided her fate, Yuaner didn't know whether to be happy or cry, but she knew that Mo Lingxuan just said she was willing to let her keep it.
She endured the pain and withdrew the left hand that had pinched the dagger, and the blood-stained metacarpal bones of the bloody palm were clearly visible.
Mo Lingxuan ignored it. She lay down and tapped the bamboo couch with her fingers rhythmically. Suddenly, the bamboo couch swayed slightly, and Yuaner also stepped back to clean up her wounds.