Chapter 43

The quiet days passed quickly. In the twinkling of an eye, there was nothing quiet in the family for half a month. In a few days, it will be the time for the family sacrifice of the Mo family. The Mo family chasing the source is actually a family of Qingliu. It is a family with a long history in the state of Qin. Although there have been no amazing senior officials in the lineage, it is very famous in Qingliu. Mohuawen is the eldest son of the Mo family, He naturally presided over the family sacrifice in this vein.

Different from the sacrifice of ordinary aristocratic families, the master of the family must invite famous Qingliu celebrities to preside over the ceremony and invite other Qingliu to watch the ceremony together. All legitimate sons and daughters must wear the coarse clothes unique to the family sacrifice and kneel in the ancestral hall to show their filial piety to their ancestors and sincere respect to their guests.

Mo Xue Tong is the only legitimate daughter of the Mohist generation. It's our duty to do this!

So this day, aunt Fang asked someone to give Mo Xuetong the clothes for the family sacrifice, a set of white coarse cloth dress, and only wrapped a thin rough edge around the collar and cuff to prevent the cold.

"Miss, aunt Fang is too careless to send such clothes to miss." Mother Xu turned over her clothes and said angrily.

"Is there anything wrong with the clothes?" Mo Xuetong lost his smile, turned over the medical book in his hand and raised his mouth.

"The clothes aunt Fang sent were right. The styles were right and they looked thick. But the old slave found that many lines were very rough. In some places, the threads were thick, hard and pricked. It seemed nothing on the surface, but if the young lady wore them, she would hurt her skin. The time of family sacrifice was long. If the young lady wore such a suit of clothes, she would hurt her whole body 。” Mother Xu went into the inner room with Mo Xuetong and muttered angrily, "I haven't seen you for more than a year. Aunt Fang is getting more and more poisonous. This is to kill the young lady!"

Speaking of this, she looked at the ink snow pupil anxiously, but what appeared in front of her was the light smile and indifferent ink snow pupil.

Want to kill yourself? Of course not!

Aunt Fang didn't dare to frame herself so blatantly. She turned over the clothes placed on the side. The plain white coarse cloth clothes were originally prepared for the family sacrifice. In order to reflect the simplicity of the family sacrifice, even if they were all thread ends, there was nothing wrong. They were coarse clothes and cloth clothes. Even if they were taken for example, they would only make people feel delicate and unreasonable.

When a delicate finger touches it, there is always a thread with a special prick. If unintentional people think it's just a thicker thread, Mo Xuetong knows that it's mixed with the thick thread, mixed with a thread called "Tianchan needle". This thread is not native to the state of Qin, and few people will recognize it. It's said that there is a mysterious silkworm in the remote areas of the state of Yan who will spit this silk thread, Mo Xuetong saw it from a Book of anecdotes.

This kind of thread, called "Tianchan needle", looks exactly the same as ordinary thick thread, but when it is worn on the body, it gets heating from the human body. Over time, it will become like a needle. At first, it is a needle, then ten needles, and finally it is like ten thousand needles. Who can wear such a dress.

If you can take it off, it's no different from ordinary coarse cloth clothes. You can't even find it out. Aunt Fang is really good at calculating. If you wear such a dress, how can you sit still when you get ten thousand needles? If you move, you'll just be crowned with a family sacrifice, ignore filial piety, frivolous, ignore the laws of your ancestors, and be arrogant and impolite in front of all the guests.

Such accusations are enough to ruin a woman's life.

"Miss, how can you wear such clothes? Aunt Fang is too much. Do you want to tell the master?" Xu's mother was simply angry that Aunt Fang didn't let anyone pick up the thread, and asked angrily.

Mo Xuetong smiled, shook his head and said, "Mom, it's okay. Just wear it for a while, it's okay."

"But miss..." mother Xu was still worried.

"Mom, just prepare some thick Ru clothes for me at that time. No matter how hard the thread is, it can still go into Ru clothes."

Ordinary needle and thread can't, but "Tianchan needle" can.

After thinking for a while, mother Xu also felt that it was. She simply didn't wait for time. She pulled one side of the Mulan and Moyu went outside to make a thick Ru dress for moxuetong.

The next morning, Mo Xuetong got up very early. Today is the day of family sacrifice. Mo LAN sent up breakfast. Only a light butterfly cucumber and a bowl of clear porridge. Today is the day of family sacrifice. He didn't eat much, but it's too little. Mo he put the clear porridge heavily on the table: "Miss, the kitchen only gave us so much, saying that we can only eat these today."

How can a young lady be satisfied with such a small bowl of porridge? The most important thing is that the young lady's next meal is not allowed until the evening. This small bowl of porridge can last for one day. How can a young lady be weak.

"No, that's enough! That's good!" Mo Xuetong smiled, picked up the dishes and chopsticks, and ate gracefully.

There was not much porridge in a bowl and it was finished in a short while. Mo Xuetong quietly put down the bowl in his hand and put on the plain coarse cloth clothes under the service of Mo LAN. His hair was not pulled out in a beautiful bun, but spread out at will. After his black hair, he tied a light belt and tied it loosely behind his head. This is the dress of the ladies of the Jin Dynasty, which is very in line with the custom inherited by the Mohist School for thousands of years.

Mo Xuetong came to the front hall wearing coarse cloth plain clothes. The Mohist family has no legitimate son. Her legitimate daughter carries an important weight in the family sacrifice. Therefore, her clothes today are also different from those in ordinary skirts. Her robes are wide sleeved and have a bit of neutral beauty. Her long black hair is loosely tied behind her waist, and her broad robes and clothes are tied with a beautiful and slender waist seal. The plain coarse clothes do not reduce her beauty, But let her add a little water from the natural beauty of Hibiscus.

When she came to the hall, she stayed in the hall, but didn't go in, because mohuawen didn't have a legitimate son. Her legitimate daughter served as a legitimate son and bound the guests at the door. Molan Moyu accompanied her behind. Molan put down the mat in her hand and asked her to kneel on it according to the ancient rites. Moyu sorted out the skirt for her, and both of them knelt respectfully behind her.

It's time for Mohua Wen to meet foreign guests in the morning. She doesn't prepare meals at noon. In the afternoon, it's the real family sacrifice. What she needs to do is kneel at the door in the morning and go in with her father for family sacrifice in the afternoon. Because she is a legitimate daughter, she can't do some things, so she can follow Mohua tattoo.

There were not many guests, but they were all famous people. Mo Xuetong knelt there with low eyebrows and head. When each guest came, she bowed down with Mo LAN and Mo Yu respectfully and made a deep kneeling ceremony. She didn't get up until the guest entered the hall door. The tingling in her thick clothes changed from light if there was nothing to sharp, especially when she lifted her head, Those specially processed "thick threads" pierced her delicate skin like needles.

The sharp stabbing pain made her head start to appear dense beads of sweat, her face floated a light pallor, her fingers on her hands trembled twice, and there were blue tendons on her hands.

Mo Yu kept watching and paying attention to her young lady. When she found her abnormality, she knelt down and raised her body. Just when she wanted to speak, she was pulled by Mo LAN. Two people knelt down with Mo Xuetong, and someone came again!

The light white robe appeared with Mo Xuetong, and the slender body slowly fell down under the robe, respectfully binding the guests. This is what the legitimate son must do. The more respectful he is to the visitors, the more sincere his master's intention is.

The light white robe didn't walk away immediately like other guests, but stopped in front of her and said, "here comes the white childe!"

Sure enough, it's Bai Yihao!

Mo Xue's body stretched involuntarily. Although she knew that Bai Yihao would help her here, she was still inexplicably nervous. She had a fear of Bai Yihao from her previous life. She always felt that there was too much darkness under the white and tall beautiful face, which was not a corner she could touch. Although she was reborn, she was unwilling to be a chess piece and repeat another tragedy.

She didn't know why Bai Yihao's behavior in the state of Qin was so different from that in the state of Yan, and she didn't want to know. So when she first met Bai Yihao, she exchanged equivalent help with him. This time, it showed that the two were just trading relations. She was just a weak girl and couldn't afford his ambition.

Bai Yihao stood in front of her and looked at the white, tender and clean hands with green tendons beating in some forbearance. His eyes flashed and asked calmly and gently, "why is the legitimate woman so tired as a companion, is it not physical discomfort?"

As soon as he said this, all the people chatting in the hall turned around and looked at Bai Yihao. It was also noticeable where they went as Bai Yihao.

The identity of the legitimate son or daughter of Shuke at the door is different from that of ordinary days. Even the legitimate daughter is also used as the legitimate son. Therefore, today, Mo Xuetong is the legitimate son of Mohist school. It is normal for guests to say a few words. It is only because Mo Xuetong returned to Mohist School and no one knows each other, so the guests who went in didn't talk to her once.

"No physical discomfort, childe, please come in!" Mo Xue Tong knelt calmly and said softly, still lying on the ground. There was only the white robe and dazzling white in the corner of his eyes. Kneeling there quietly, he looked slender and slender, like a blooming white lotus, which was more enchanting in its coarseness.

"Since there is no physical discomfort, why are your fingers trembling, your back sweating and your body trembling?" He asked softly and asked with a low smile. In front of so many people, he said words of concern in a low, clear voice like a flowing spring in the mountains. It was very moving at such a moment.

In the hall, mohuawen hurriedly came out and saluted Bai Yihao. His eyes followed Bai Yihao's eyes and fell on Mo Xuetong's hands lying on the ground. Sure enough, the green tendons on his delicate hands were horizontal and trembling slightly. It was obvious that he was trying hard to bear something. He urgently asked, "tong'er, your body is not good. If you can't, let min'er replace you. Go to have a rest!"

"Father tong'er is all right, no discomfort!" Mo Xuetong knelt on the ground with her head down. Her voice was still calm and gentle. If she hadn't seen her spasmodic fingers from time to time, no one would have found that she had endured to the limit.

Mo Yu behind her couldn't help getting up and opening her mouth. Mo LAN around her fiercely pulled her clothes and tore her down again.

Although such actions are small, they still fall into the eyes of Mohua Wen.