Chapter 23

"My father is in good health. Tong'er is not around. It's really unfilial for tong'er! It's also tong'er's fault to worry my father! My mother has gone, my father is sad, tong'er is not sensible, and it makes my father sad. It won't happen again in the future!" Biting her lips, the soft voice overflowed her throat a little bit, but accompanied by a faint sob. The tears could not be controlled. They flowed down wantonly, slipping from her pale little face, and her body trembled slightly.

My eyes are full of moistening feeling, and my heart is sad and sad along with my tears!

"Pupil!" Mohuawen couldn't help it any longer. He stood up and took two steps forward. He pulled his daughter up from the ground and held her in his arms with a trembling hand. Looking at his daughter's eyes similar to his wife, he couldn't bear it. Even though she had been gone for a year, the hatred and pain at the bottom of her heart couldn't rest!

"Father!" Leaning against his father's warm arms, Mo Xuetong suddenly cried loudly, stretched out his hand to embrace his father, and didn't let go!

"Tong'er, be good. Don't cry. Did you have a bad life in the Qin family? It's your father. I didn't pick you up early. I thought you liked living there and didn't want to see your father!" Seeing her daughter crying so sad, Mohua Wen also reddened her red eyes and filled her heart with love. Even if her pupil is no longer 13 years old, she is only 13 years old!

"Tong'er wants to see his father! Why doesn't his father write to tong'er? Tong'er wrote a lot of letters, but his father ignored tong'er. Doesn't his father want tong'er?" The voice of crying was accompanied by a faint sob, and the ink turned text was even more heartache. Suddenly, I heard the words of the ink snow pupil clearly, and my eyes were heavy and angry!

Tong'er wrote many letters? Tong'er didn't receive his letter? I never break a letter every month!

"The third young lady just came back. Why did she cry like this and make the master sad? Don't cry, third young lady! Look at her face. People who don't know still think that the third young lady was bullied when she came to the house and cried to her father!" Aunt Fang's charming voice was timely inserted, breaking the atmosphere of kindness between father and daughter!

Staring at Aunt Fang's smiling face, Mo Xuetong tried his best to suppress his resentment.

With a sneer on his lips, his delicate body staggered out of the embrace of Mohua Wen. His voice was slightly hoarse and choked. His eyes were sad and flustered: "father, the pupil is wrong. Seeing his father can't control it all at once, it makes his father sad and makes his father gossip. His daughter is too unfilial."

After saying that, he knelt down heavily. He clearly wanted to secretly wipe away his tears, but made the tears flow more sad. Timidly, he glanced at Aunt Fang standing on one side. She was busy lowering her head and was afraid not to say anything. Only the forced low sobs, overflow, and the delicate body could not suppress and tremble, which made people sad.

Seeing that Mo Xuetong was frightened by an aunt, Mo Huawen frowned and stared at Aunt Fang standing beside, which startled her. When she reached her lips, she was blocked back. Mo Huawen ignored aunt Fang and helped Mo Xuetong up from the ground with a soft voice.

"Tong'er, don't be afraid. There is a father here. Tell him what you need in the future. We won't go back to Yuncheng in the future. Everything here is the same as what we used to live in. Your garden still uses the previous name. If you still feel uneasy, tell your father!"

"Yes, father, my daughter must tell her father something in the future. My daughter fell into the lake and almost drowned a while ago. When she woke up, she missed her father very much, so she asked someone to send a letter to her father and her grandparents. Unexpectedly, my father came to pick up tong'er immediately after receiving the letter. Tong'er was so happy that she would..." Mo Xuetong raised her beautiful face, Wipe away the tears and follow the ink text with a kind of charming and naive tone.

"Almost drowned? What's the matter? Well, how could the young lady in the backyard fall into the river and almost drown? Tong'er, is there something I don't know? Why hasn't the Qin family heard from you?" Mo Huawen's face cooled down, turned to Aunt Fang and asked fiercely, "didn't you say to arrange everything for tong'er? Is she safe there?"

"Almost drowned. No? The Qin family didn't talk about it. It's not because they're afraid of us. They've never talked about it with their maidservant and concubine. We'll ask you next time. Don't worry, sir. Isn't the third lady good now? When you get home, you should be happy." Seeing that things had led to her, aunt Fang was worried and immediately laughed.

Mohuawen frowned and stared at her coldly without speaking.

Seeing the image of Mo Huawen, aunt Fang was very angry. She hurried forward and smiled at Mo Xuetong: "don't cry first, miss three. Your body is not good, but don't hurt your body. I've already prepared your garden, so I'll wait for miss three to come. If miss three thinks there's anything bad, my aunt must let someone change." As he spoke, he seemed to inadvertently touch his left elbow. "Ah" gave a soft cry, showing a painful color, and suddenly attracted everyone's eyes.

Looking at her slightly inconvenient left arm, Mohua Wen's unhappiness slowly retreated. Then she looked at tong'er's loving eyes. At last, the smoke disappeared from the flue, and the eye color slowed down: "you also sit down first, your arm is hurt, and you don't have much rest!"

"How did my aunt hurt her arm?" Mo Xuetong wiped away the tears on her face, approached aunt Fang and helped her to sit down. His fingers stroked her left arm intentionally or unintentionally. His eyes flashed a trace of ridicule. Sure enough, it was the trick of tidying up the garden for her and cleaning the hit arm in person!

Now knowing that Aunt Fang was acting, she naturally had to keep up and asked in surprise.

The bottom of my heart sneered. If aunt Fang didn't sing to the fullest, how could she smash the scene behind this!

Aunt Fang's face was a little pale, but she smiled lovingly: "it's nothing. It's just that she accidentally bumped into it. The third lady doesn't have to take it to heart. It's really not in the way." Even so, but because; Mo Xuetong's hand stretched out and made a light "ah" sound, which hurt ten percent of his feet.

Mo Huawen said gently, "aunt Fang was very happy to know that tong'er was coming. She was afraid that the maids would not do their best. She came to clean your garden in person, but unexpectedly bumped into your cabinet and hit her arm in the wrong position. She was hurt these days and couldn't touch it!"

"Master, this is what the maid and concubine should do. Seeing that the third lady is well, the maid and concubine are happier than anything." Aunt Fang immediately smiled softly.

"My aunt is so kind, which is the blessing of our Mo mansion!" Mammy Li, who was on the edge, took the opportunity to pick up the conversation, wiped the nonexistent tears in the corners of her eyes with her handkerchief and said, "I can't imagine that Aunt Fang was so obsessed with miss three and ignored her own body. My aunt was not very well a few days ago."

"Yes, even if it's a real mother!"

"Blessed is the third young lady. My aunt is so kind. She works hard for you and works harder than the eldest young lady!"

Aunt Fang's maid followed mammy Li's flattery. There was a sound of praise in the room. The ink turned text saw that Aunt Fang's eyes were more and more soft!

"Father... My aunt is so kind to me, I..." Mo Xuetong was moved by the light fog in her eyes, and choked with each other's aunt's way. With a slight blink of her long eyelashes, crystal tears slipped down and fell from her pale face: "I didn't know anything before, so... From now on, my pupils will listen to my aunt..."

In her previous life, she didn't say such words, but she unknowingly fell into the plan. The other aunt didn't obey her orders. In this life, she put these words on the surface, but in order to break aunt Fang's plan and better autonomy, she came to the Mo mansion. She was afraid that everything in the family was completely in aunt Fang's hands. Although her father loved himself, he wouldn't interfere in the backyard, All she could do was to capture aunt Fang's clever image in her father's heart.

Seeing their mother's kindness and filial piety, Mohua Wen breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "well, well, don't cry. One or two of them are not in good health. Be careful to hurt their body. Don't mention the previous things. Tong'er has grown up now. Just live a good life in the capital together."

The three men fell down again. The maid brought tea. Mo Xuetong took the tea from the maid's plate and sent it to Aunt Fang. A touching smile hung on her face, Reaching out and handing it over: "my aunt hurt her hand for me. I'm really sorry. I'll offer a cup of tea to my aunt here today. I hope my aunt's hand can get better soon. Don't let tong'er worry and save my elder sister from blaming tong'er."

She said, offering tea respectfully and pretending to kneel down.

Aunt Fang is now working as a loving mother. How can she be embarrassed? Where can she give it to her personally and take her hand to pick her up? She is a concubine's room. Mo Xuetong is holding the identity of a legitimate woman now. If you really want Mo Xuetong to kneel down for her aunt, that's enough! Above the bright face, my aunt also pretends to be virtuous and kind in front of the inked face.

One wants to send and the other doesn't answer. I'll politely refuse you when you come.

Between the two people's disputes, the range of their hands was a little big. Mo Xuetong was weak and couldn't be compared with aunt Fang. Between the two pull-down, he pulled up Mo Xuetong's body directly. In his hand, a "careless" knocked over aunt Fang's left arm heavily, and immediately called aunt Fang hot.

Mo Xuetong was shocked, and his slapped little face was hung with pitiful tears. He said in panic: "aunt, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. Let me see where it's hot. Pull up your sleeve quickly. Don't really burn the wound, that's bad!" he said, lifting aunt Fang's arm to see her wound.

Compared with Mo Xuetong's panic, aunt Fang was even more frightened and lost her countenance. She shouted, "no, it doesn't matter!" Reach out and push away the black snow pupil, and shake your hands desperately. The tea is very hot, and the water is soaked. How can it not be hot? Subconsciously shake your hand to make the scald on your hand less painful.