"Last night, the third master called me and my other two sisters into the mansion. While my wife was preparing for Mr. Fengchenling's marriage today, she brought us to Mr. Fengchenling's room. When we arrived, Mr. Fengchenling had already been poisoned and passed out. on the couch."
When Huifang said this, Mo Qinghan was already furious. No wonder Feng Chenling's voice was so strange when she kicked the sedan chair just now. It must be because of being poisoned last night.
"Who, who poisoned my beloved husband?" Mo Qinghan asked sharply.
"It's the poison prepared by the third master, and Mr. Fengchenming gave it to Mr. Fengchenling." Hui Fang kept on doing it, and in order to save her life, she confided everything she knew, "The Feng family There are two young masters, this young master Feng Chenming is the younger brother of young master Fengchenling, perhaps because young master Fengchenling trusts young master Fengchenming, he did not hesitate to drink the potion called tonic but actually poison."
"The third master asked the servants to deal with Mr. Fengchenling who had been poisoned and unconscious without knowing it. The servants took pity on Mr. Fengchenling and secretly released him." Naturally, Huifang didn't have much to do They told what Feng Chenling did, otherwise, even if Feng Qingjue and Feng Chenling didn't kill her, the fourth princess might not be able to spare her.
"There's no reason for that." As soon as Hui Fang finished speaking, the teacup in Mo Qinghan's hand slammed onto the ground, splashing pieces of debris. The ministers who came to congratulate are naturally like individuals. In this situation, it is better for them not to participate. The more you know, the harder it is to protect your head.
After all, these four princesses were the ones who burned down a street!
"The ministers will leave first," all the ministers said goodbye to Mo Qinghan one after another.
After everyone had left, Huifang continued, "The one who married the princess today is not Mr. Fengchenling, but the son of the third master, Mr. Fengchenming."
Hearing this, Mo Qinghan was furious even more, stepped forward and grabbed the third father by the collar, and then slammed onto the ground, "Come on, send this femme-hearted man to the dungeon. With you," Mo Qinghan pointed at Feng Chenling's mother, "You, the head of the family, are so foolish, you should think behind closed doors!"
"Come here, throw that man who pretends to be my husband into the prison too."
After finishing all the orders, Mo Qinghan saw that Mo Qingli was still inside the hall, "Why haven't you left yet?"
"My younger sister naturally has to finish her tea before leaving." Mo Qingli put down the teacup in her hand, "My younger sister has finished drinking now, so of course she has to leave. Elder sister, younger sister will leave first."
Mo Qinghan looked at Mo Qingli's leaving back, and her teeth itched with hatred - this Mo Qingli deliberately came to see her own jokes, and she blamed that group of damned people, I will definitely not spare anyone who harms Feng Chenling .
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"Princess," Yueyao followed Mo Qingli in a small step, "Looking at the princess's appearance just now, could it be possible that she knew that the one who married the fourth princess was not the wind side... Mr. Feng?"
Mo Qingli glanced at Yueyao who was full of doubts, and a faint smile could not help but appear on the corner of his mouth, "I can tell from his voice just now that he is not Feng Chenling."
"The princess is really familiar with Mr. Feng." Yueyao smiled and flattered her. Last night, she slapped the horse's leg, and she will make it up today.
"So what if it's familiar?" Mo Qingli had a bitter smile on his lips, "I didn't know he had suffered so much.
"Yueyao."
"The servant is here."
Mo Qingli looked into the distance with both eyes, and said softly: "In the past two days, you must send someone to find Feng Chenling, he is a man alone outside, and he is poisoned, it must be extremely dangerous, you must find him. "
"Yes, the servant knows."
"Chen Ling, I hope you are safe." Mo Qingli closed her eyes and prayed softly.
She didn't know it herself, at some point, she was no different from a human being, and she learned to pray to heaven. Even though she knew that Jade Emperor had no time to talk to her at all, she couldn't help holding a glimmer of hope.
Feng Qingjue patted the shoulder of Feng Chenling who was already in tears, "If you want to go back to her, go!"
"No." After gazing at Mo Qingli's back for the last time, Feng Chenling turned around abruptly and stopped looking at Mo Qingli. He wiped away the tears on his face, "I'll go back to Fengyang with you dynasty."
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After Mo Qingli returned home, she saw Mu Tianlang sitting on a chair in her room again uninvited. Seeing Mo Qingli, Mu Tianlang's mouth twitched, "You're leaving, and you didn't notify me?"
Yueyao, who was following behind Mo Qingli, saw Mu Tianlang's angry and coquettish appearance, how could she dare to stay here and listen to the two flirting, and hurried to prepare for Mo Qingli's salute two days later. up.
"Don't you often leave quietly!" Mo Qingli glanced at Mu Tianlang coldly and replied.
Seeing that Mo Qingli seemed really angry, Mu Tianlang was afraid that she would misunderstand him, so he quickly explained: "I didn't do that to find out the whereabouts of Ming Ninghua for you!"
"Ming Ning Hua?" When Mu Tianlang said this, Mo Qingli remembered that if Naimo hadn't appeared in time for the so-called Ming Ning Hua, the two of them might not have been able to get away.
Seeing Mo Qingli think of it, Mu Tianlang couldn't help but feel aggrieved, "Isn't that right. I spent a lot of thought and searched for the Mingning flower for a long time."
"I heard that the Ming Ninghua has the effect of concentrating the mind, improving the cultivation base, and breaking through the bottleneck, so I thought of the instability of the breath in your body, so I have put in so much effort to make you..."
"Stop talking." Mo Qingli raised her hand to cover Mu Tianlang's mouth, deeply moved, "Lang, thank you for everything you have done for me. But compared to my cultivation, I hope you If you can take good care of yourself, your future is boundless, and one day you will achieve a positive result. There is really no need to spend so much on me, it is simply a waste of your talent."
Mu Tianlang held Mo Qingli's hand tightly in his palm, looked at Mo Qingli with both eyes, put aside his usual unruly, dishonest, and scripture, and said affectionately: "Li, in my heart, you are far more important than me. life is more important."
In the tens of thousands of years of Mo Qingli's solitary practice, no one has ever said these words to her like this, and her eyes are involuntarily wet.
"Yo ho, you little wolf made my Li'er sad again!" A soft voice came from the door, falling into the ears of the two of them.
Mu Tianlang's eyes were red and staring at Nai Mo who was leaning against the door—this guy came to disturb the atmosphere he had created with great difficulty, damn it.