Chapter 22

"Childe, why didn't you rush in as planned just now, but... The Fuguo government has no contact with Childe on weekdays." A beauty in pink was sitting in the car. She was cooking tea. She was skilled in gestures and worried about the beauty. At this time, she stopped and asked puzzled.

"Fuguo mansion? Naturally, it's necessary to communicate. It's said that young master Luo of this generation is also a figure... Not to mention, there's this unique book that can match." It was a rare beautiful man who made a leisurely sound. He was about 17 or 18 years old. He was as handsome as jade. Most importantly, there was a leisurely and mysterious atmosphere between his eyebrows, as if he were the ice that would not melt for thousands of years on the mountain, reflecting the magnificent colors of the first day. It also seemed to be the water in the ancient Tan, with extreme tranquility.

"However, some of the childe's plans have been changed for this purpose... Is it too valuable..." the beauty raised her head, beautiful as flowers, and her white jade fingers crossed the boiling water like dancing ice orchids, jumping on the cliff like fire and ice.

"The plan has to change forever before it can succeed, so what about the value? Isn't this unique piano score worth enough? It's said that the emperor's grandmother likes these best, and I offer them more filial piety..." the beautiful man laughed and leaned back, leaning on the couch, natural and unrestrained.

"But, young master..."

What else did the beauty want to say, but he was interrupted by his Qingyue voice: "there's no need to say more. I'll post it in two days. Please master Luo to have a poem."

"Yes." Seeing the childe's profound meaning, the woman dare not say more.

When Mo Xuetong returned to the Mo mansion, Mo Huawen had returned to the mansion. It was said that the third lady had returned to the mansion. She frowned and didn't say anything. She just waved and asked someone to help her pack up, but didn't say anything else. She just worked in her study.

In fact, there are not many luggage. Mo Xuetong asked Xu's mother to send someone to help her clean up. The people in the Fuguo government went back first. Unexpectedly, this is the Mohist family. Mo Xuetong's surname is mo. since she has received it, there are naturally two agreements for the next thing. Mother Shen is a strong eyed woman and leaves with her own follower.

As soon as Mo Xuetong got off the bus, he saw a beautiful woman in beautiful clothes, who came out with a large group of maid ladies. The beautiful woman was wearing a high bun and full sleeves sprinkled with red wonderful silk and gold colored satin. This kind of red was close to the positive red. If you didn't compare it, I'm afraid you wouldn't see that it was not the positive red. It was a wisp of gold skirt with hundreds of birds and gauze, and her eyes were as charming as autumn eyes, With a warm smile on the lips, it is very comfortable. When you look closely, it is somewhat similar to Yu's, but it is more charming than Yu's.

Although over thirty, it looks like it's only in its twenties! This is aunt Fang, who killed her mother in her previous life and caused her misery in her own life. The dark snow pupil's eyes were cold, and the chill rose from her heart. Her fingers held tightly at the bottom of her sleeve, and a trace of fierce blood color anger flashed across the bottom of her eyes.

Aunt Fang noticed that Mo Xuetong got out of the car and hurriedly let go of the maid's hand, He took her hand and said kindly: "The third young lady has come back. She's on her way. After walking for so many days, is she still in good shape? Tell the master that there's no need to hurry to call the third young lady, but the master asked the young lady to rush to Beijing. What's this to say? How can aunt be relieved? She's always worried about the third young lady day and night these days. Now she's fine. She's finally back. She's a little weak and has been stewed When the soup is ready, drink some soup first and get tired. "

This woman always pretends to be so like that she was greatly humiliated at the gate of the city in her last life because she cried and recognized her identity on the spot. Now think that this woman must be proud and laugh at herself in her heart. How can she not admire such a woman who can act like this!

With an outstretched hand, he quietly retracted from Aunt Fang's hand, covered the fierce color at the bottom of his eyes, raised his head and said with a soft smile: "aunt has worked hard. My father is anxious to let me go back for the family sacrifice. The family sacrifice is coming soon. As a legitimate daughter, I can't get up because of illness like last time. It's too unfilial to let the eldest sister salute on behalf of me. It's really difficult for the eldest sister!"

She deliberately lowered her head shyly and said guilt. Sure enough, a touch of jealousy flashed on Aunt Fang's face.

Just a few days later, the family sacrifice of Mo family is often carried out by the children of his lineage. The concubines can only be outside the door. Last year, because Mo Xuetong was left in Yuncheng, Mo Xuemin was asked to enter the door to worship instead of Mo Xuetong. This is also the reason why Mo Xuemin can make friends with some aristocratic family ladies. Otherwise, why can a little concubine mix with the young ladies and sons of the government, It is also because family sacrifice is valued, which is equivalent to the identity of half a legitimate daughter.

Family sacrifice is a symbol of family identity. In her last life, she went home two years later. The previous family sacrifice was all replaced by Mo Xuemin. Later, aunt Fang helped her, which is even more so. No one can remember that there is a real legitimate daughter in the backyard. Mo Xuemin has long been the legitimate eldest daughter in everyone's heart.

But this time, she will not let Mo Xuemin rob her position as she wishes!

When I think of the place I hate very much, my eyes are slightly red, and the color of my eyes is cold and deep, but in an instant, I turn back and return to a gentle, delicate and timid appearance.

"Miss three, you've really grown up and sensible. The master is in the study, but he hasn't informed anyone to let Miss three meet. It's better to have a rest by yourself first!" Aunt Fang didn't see anything different, pretending to be attentive, but she said that Mo Xuetong was not welcome by Mo Huawen as if she didn't care.

"What did my aunt say to do? The third sister came back. She's not in good health. My father will forgive me." Mo Xuemin is another image of a good sister. She gets off the carriage and looks at Aunt Fang with half blame. She seems to be very dissatisfied with her. She gets off the bus and says these words that make Mo Xuetong feel wronged.

"Yes, yes, it's all me. It's all my fault. At this time, I'm talking nonsense... It doesn't make miss three sad. The master is really busy. Otherwise, he would have come out to pick up miss three and entered the house. When the master is busy, he will naturally meet Miss three. Miss three will go to the yard to have a rest. My aunt has already asked someone to clean up everything. Look, if you're dissatisfied, my aunt will change it for you." Aunt Fang said with a smile. She was very articulate and her eyes were full of pride.

The daughter who came back from a long way, the father didn't ask, and she was obviously indifferent! The insightful servants understand that although the third young lady is against the reputation of the first lady, she is not valued by the master. All the servants in the house step high and step low. As long as they understand this reason, who else will help Mo Xuetong in the future? Even if she returns to the house, she is not allowed to lay cloth by herself, aunt Fang is more and more proud of it.

"Thank you, aunt Fang, elder sister. I'll go to the study to see my father first, and then go back to have a rest!" The dark snow pupil said faintly. Although the smile on her lips was soft, it was just that when her deep dark eyes looked at Aunt Fang, they made her inexplicably give birth to a bit of cold horror. Those clear eyes could not see the emotion contained, as if the color was dead and silent, which made people feel nervous at the bottom of my heart for no reason!

"The third lady is going at this time and hasn't eaten yet? Why don't you go back to the yard and finish eating before you go to see your father?" Aunt Fang asked with a smile.

"No, why don't you report back to your father first?" Although Mo Xuetong smiles, his expression is firm.

She came from a long distance and didn't see her father, but took a rest first. It came out that it was a crime of great unfilial. Aunt Fang really didn't forget to tarnish her reputation all the time.

On the side, Mo Xuemin became impatient and attracted less attention. She was not in the mood to dress up as a gentle lady. She just said something. After talking to Mo Xuetong, she went back to her yard first.

"Then aunt will go with you, so that your father won't blame you!" Aunt Fang smiled when she saw that Mo Xuetong insisted on seeing Mo Huawen. She reached out and took Mo Xuetong's hand and affectionately wanted to take her in. She had to go and have a look with her, but she couldn't let the girl make Mo Huawen happy!

"Is my aunt worried that I don't know the way or something else? Even if I offend my father and my father loves me, I won't really be wronged. Aunt Fang should be busy. If she stops me again, people still think my aunt followed me because her legitimate daughter didn't feel at ease when she entered the house." Mo Xuetong stopped his body. Although he had a smile on his face, his eyes became alienated and cold.

Having said that, he didn't look at her anymore. He turned around and took Mulan to the study. Aunt Fang's smile was deadlocked on his face.

Her eyes looked at moxuetong's back with a cold hum. She hurriedly turned around and took mammy Li back to her room. She had to ask what happened to the little bitch and how she dared to face her face... At the door of the study, moxuetong hesitated to go in. The door was open and the door was very quiet.

"Miss! The master told you to go in!" The boy at the door trotted out and saluted Mo Xuetong respectfully!

Mo Xuetong nodded and followed him into the study.

The study is neatly arranged. There is a large copy beside several rows of tall bookshelves, and there is an inner room behind the innermost bookshelf for the owner to deal with things. The heavy nanmu furniture makes this large study a little more cushioned and thick. Mohua Wen sits quietly behind the copy and looks at Mo Xuetong coming in from the door.

The sunshine outside the window fell on him through the window. Inexplicably, the tall body made Mo Xuetong feel lonely and lonely. Seeing him sitting quietly at the door, his eyes focused on her and looked at her carefully, his heart was suddenly sour. Tears poured into his eyes, stepped forward and wanted to speak, but he found that tears had flowed before words.

"Father!" Shaking his body, he pressed down his sadness and knelt down. He didn't speak, and his tears fell in two lines.

Mohua Wen was very quiet, quiet and harsh. He opened his mouth coldly after half a sound: "pupil, get up! Your body is very well?" The voice is very flat, which is no different from what moxuetong heard in the past, but moxuetong heard a tremor from it, pressed his grief, wiped his tears, raised his head but didn't get up.

"Yes, father, tong'er is well!" Mo Xue's eyes were red and looked at Mo Huawen.

She complained and hated this person. When his mother died, he was in aunt Fang's yard and didn't even see her last side. How could she not complain and annoy, and then her father daughter's feelings became weaker and weaker. At the bottom of her heart, he was never a good father and gave her a cold shoulder.

But looking at the excitement of his forced pressure under the calm performance, Mo Xuetong suddenly felt that the sadness and astringency surging up wetted his eyes again. Although his words were flat, his voice was still normal, but the deep silence in his eyes was clearly a little excited and sad.

This father seems to be a little different from the imagined fickleness