Chapter 44

Mohua Wen snorted coldly, "Mulan, what's the matter with tong'er? Is it because you didn't take good care of tong'er and made her sick?"

"I dare not!" Mulan answered timidly and didn't dare to say a word more, but he stopped a little more on the collar of Mo Xuetong, but he seemed to have scruples. He wanted to stop talking for a few times and bit his lip.

Seeing what Moran clearly wanted to say, he stopped his mouth in fear. Then he looked at the pain in Moxue's pupil and held it back. His face was more pale and fragile. Ink Huawen gave birth to a wave of anger. His face sank and shouted, "come on, pull down these two bitch Maids and scold 20 sticks."

Two family members immediately flashed out behind him, and came forward to drag Moran and Moyu without expression.

Seeing that Mo Huawen was really ready to start, Mo Xuetong reached out and stopped him.

"Father, wait a minute. It's really a bad pupil. It's none of their business." Mo Xuetong could not kneel down again, raised his head and hurried.

The crowd found that her small white face was as white as snow and cold sweat, which clearly showed that she had endured to the extreme. Even so, there was a bit of stubbornness in the fragility of her clear eyes. The long eyelashes and black crows were raised, and the tightly bitten cherry lips were stained with blood. She smiled hard on her face, and her eyes were half wronged and half patient.

"What's the matter with the third young lady? She's in poor health. Why don't you tell her aunt clearly and let the eldest young lady treat the guests here on behalf of the third young lady. Fortunately, when making clothes, she also made a set for the eldest young lady. Later, the eldest young lady will come to replace the third young lady. It's true for the two girls. Why don't you hold on to your young lady when she's so ill? Let her support her like this, girl's home, How good is it to hurt your body! " Aunt Fang, who had been guarding outside, rushed in, hid her resentment from the bottom of her eyes and said with concern. She ordered two women to come up and help Mo Xuetong and wanted to take her down.

I don't know what she did. These two days, mohuawen was so happy that Lihua garden was very calm.

Aunt Fang pushed Mo Xuemin. Her daughter was not impressive, and she had to be loved by Mo Huawen.

If Mo Xuemin can kneel at the door as a legitimate daughter, her son can come over. She is no longer a despised concubine. If her son and daughter go up, she will naturally rise. Moreover, if Mo Xuetong can't stand to retreat from the family sacrifice, all kinds of wind words and wind words can scold her to death.

Aunt Fang is not afraid of Mo Xuetong's clothes being found.

That dress is not good, but what if the thread is thick? It is coarse clothes and cloth clothes. How meticulous can it be required? Take it off and who can find the mystery. Aunt Fang is confident that no one here can recognize this strange "Tianchan needle".

Can Mo Xuetong accuse the concubine of not taking out good silk clothes to wear with her at the family sacrifice! This is one of the main reasons why aunt Fang only dares to bully Mo Xuetong. She hated a Mo Xuetong to death these two days and hid it in the bottom of her eyes. Only this time, Mo Xuetong can no longer get a good marriage. In the future, the little bitch is not in her own hands.

"Stop!" Seeing the two old women reaching out to pull her, Mo Xuetong's face cooled down and said coldly. Her quiet eyes lifted up. It was dark and looked at Aunt Fang. Aunt Fang only felt a chill, and inexplicably stepped back.

"Father and son are really not ill!" She turned back and smiled at Mo Huawen, took a veil from Mo Yu's hand, gently wiped the sweat off her face, and showed a beautiful smile on her pale face, but she was haggard and amazing.

"How can the third young lady not be ill? Look at her little face. Listen to her aunt. Go and have a rest first. Your eldest sister is in good health. It's appropriate to kneel here. The little girl's family has to kneel for a day. The third young lady's body is sick and weak. Where can she bear it?" Aunt Fang returned to her senses and hurried in front of Mohua's face. She was a person skilled in calculation. At this time, she felt that her bright eyes were flustered. She just wanted to take mohxue Tong in as soon as possible and don't cause anything.

Aunt Fang said and winked at the two women. The two women no longer hesitated. One of them held Mo Xuetong's hand, which seemed to hold her, and said, "miss three, you'd better go back to rest with the old slaves."

She is going to live up to her reputation of being weak and ill. Who would the mistress of the official's house be willing to marry a woman who is in poor health and can't bear it after kneeling for a while? If her body can't stand it, I'm afraid it will be difficult for even her children.

"Let go!" Mo Xue Tong coldly shouted, shaking off the hands of the two women.

Holding Moran's hand, he strongly propped up and saluted aunt Fang deeply. The clear eyes were in a fog of pain. The peerless face seemed to be shrouded in a faint fog, which was unspeakable vulnerability and grievance.

This courtesy made aunt Fang step back two steps involuntarily and hurriedly. In front of so many people, she dared to be the gift of Mo Xuetong.

"Thank you for your concern. My aunt is lucky and hard. I didn't expect my aunt to treat me so well and ask my eldest sister to help me. Does she have such clothes?" The dark snow pupil pressed down the surging hatred at the bottom of my heart and said softly.

Mo Xuetong is a legitimate daughter. It's not polite for anyone to make such a big gift to an aunt who can't get on the table at the family sacrifice. However, he also sees that this aunt is different from other aunts. I'm afraid she has great power in the inner court. It's not a good sign to let a legitimate daughter carefully accompany Xiaoxin.

"Is this an aunt or a mistress?" Qingliu is arrogant, not to mention there are celebrities here. The one who doesn't want to say that someone is shameless to Aunt Fang.

"It's against human relations for an aunt to enter the house!" Another also accused.

Bai Yihao stood on the side, with a smile at the bottom of her eyes. Seeing her kneeling there, she was a little careful in her grievance. It was clear that she was bullied but didn't dare to say. At this time, she defended aunt Fang and said gently: "although aunt Fang is not the mistress, she has worshipped her ancestors for me, and she can be regarded as..."

"In the desolate hall, a common woman replaced her legitimate daughter and wanted her aunt to straighten up after a family sacrifice." Some people can't hear it anymore. They scold directly, and Mohua Wen's face turns black on the spot. These are famous scholars and Qingliu. If they are spread that he values the common people and despises the legitimate people, it will hinder his official voice, and even be referred to a book.

"Miss Mo San, if you believe me, can I diagnose it for you?" Bai Yihao squatted down and didn't wait for Mo Xuetong's objection. He smiled and held her wrist with a deep and gentle voice. The snow like white clothes lowered down, which didn't make people feel that he was impolite, but made people feel that he was as noble as the moon.

It's a great fortune for such a person to lie down and treat Mo Xuetong personally. After the tree shadow, Mo Xuemin, who has received a letter in coarse cloth and plain clothes and is ready to replace Mo Xuetong, is crazy. He just hopes that the smile on Zhang Jun's face is facing himself. His fingers are pinched on one side of the leaves and he doesn't feel hurt by the sharp leaves.

Only this moment is left in my mind. The handsome young man like the moon catches people's heart and soul with a smile. I thought Sima Lingyun and you Yuecheng were already handsome and unparalleled. It turns out that people can be so handsome, noble and flawless. Is that such a person!

"Thank you, young master Bai!" Moxue Tong generously stretched out his hand, looked at Bai Yihao with his dark eyes, and slowly bent a gentle and naive smile on his lips.

What a clever woman! The most rare thing is that he is still so hard to bear. It is the object he is looking for. At the right time, he is willing to stretch out an olive branch... Bai Yihao looked at her quietly, put his slender finger on her white wrist, smiled faintly and said: "Miss Mo San is not ill, but she is hurt!" With a slight flick of his slender fingers, the clothes on Moxue Tong's wrist were raised. What fell in front of people was a circle of dark red marks on the upper part of the wrist. The white and tender skin color reflected the circle of red, which made people feel cold for no reason.

In such a circle, there was even blood color flowing out in some places, as if it had been pierced by a needle.

"A sharp needle was placed on Miss Mo San's clothes and stabbed Miss Mo San's skin, so Miss Mo San couldn't hold on. Her face was so bad." Bai Yihao leisurely gave such an answer. He turned back and took his own people into the hall. His fingers gently scratched in the fur. A small piece turned to the side and burst out some sharp thorns. If you look carefully, it's fine needles, as thin as a hair. You can't really see it if you don't look carefully.

The bright wrists were exposed outside. Mo Xuetong blushed and hurriedly withdrew his hand, but the people still saw the circle of redness and swelling on her hand and the thin needles. Everyone's face changed.

"What's going on?" Mo Huawen's face sank down. He grabbed Mo Xuetong's retracted hand and shouted at Aunt Fang.

"There's nothing wrong with my father. Maybe I didn't clean up the clothes in a hurry. When tong'er put them on, he felt that the needle on his body was general. It's all right. There are not so many places for himself. Tong'er can bear it and won't miss the family sacrifice." Mo Xuetong replied with a smile before aunt Fang, but the grievances in those foggy eyes were really distressing. He looked at Aunt Fang with some timidity, lowered his head again and clenched his lips.

Aunt Fang's face turned as white as snow when she saw the fine needle. At this time, she couldn't stand any longer and knelt down fiercely: "the maid and concubine don't know what's going on. The master may have been made in a hurry by the people in the sewing room."

As soon as he said this, Mohua Wen's face was purple and almost roared: "you bitch, do such a thing, and have the face to say."

The truth is clear. The clothes on tong'er's body are obviously moved by people. Who else can stretch out such a long hand except aunt Fang? Mohuawen deeply hates that he was soft hearted a few days ago. Seeing that Mo Xuetong clenched his lips and endured the pain, blood stains appeared on his lips, but he still didn't say a bad word about Aunt Fang. He just felt that his heart was going to be torn up in pain.

"You two go inside and change the young lady's clothes, and then put some medicine on tong'er." The face of Mohua Wen is not full of evil.

The two maids didn't say much, holding Mo Xue Tong down.

All the guests shook their heads and entered the hall. What was left was family affairs. It would be impolite for them to look at it again!

Mohuawen glared at Aunt Fang with a gloomy face. The fierce look in her eyes made aunt Fang kneel there. She couldn't help but feel cold. She stepped back two steps, but she also wondered where the needle in her clothes came from. It was clear that she didn't put it in. There was so obvious evidence how she could do it. Where could "Tianchan needle" be found so easily.

Moran came over in a moment with a tray. They were all needles of the same color. There were hundreds of roots, and the roots were shining with a piercing cold light.

"Master, there are cuffs, collar, waist and vest. The maidservant has helped the young lady clean it up." Moran knelt in front of the ink face and didn't say a word to me, but the glittering tears at the bottom of his eyes revealed too much mood.

"How did you serve miss three? Why didn't anyone report? Why did you let Miss three wear such clothes?" Ink turns Wen's anger into his heart.