Chapter 50

Sure enough, before the evening, mohuawen came in person and brought an invitation to the flower feast.

"Tong'er is so careless that he pulled the invitation in the garden. If it weren't for the servants to pick it up and hand it in, tong'er might not even be able to go to the annual flower feast. Let the maids do the embroidery work and don't burn your eyes." Seeing Mo Xuetong sitting quietly embroidering under the window, Mo Huawen showed a kind smile and put the invitation in his hand in front of Mo Xuetong.

"Father, where did you find it? My grandmother told me that the flower feast in the palace was about to open, and she sent a letter asking me to make clothes. Tong'er wondered why she hadn't received an invitation until now. Didn't she say that tomorrow is the day of the party?" Mo Xue stood up with her eyes bright.

"You haven't received it before?" Mohua Wen frowned and said, "now it's time to make clothes..."

"No, but it doesn't matter. Father, tong'er has already asked aunt Mo to help make clothes, so father doesn't have to worry that tong'er doesn't have clothes to attend the party." The water Mou cunningly blinked, a small proud look, and the small face with a big palm was raised, which was distressing.

"When did you ask aunt Mo to make clothes? Aunt Mo said she didn't hear you were going to make clothes. Did you mix it up?" Mohuawen asked. He had planned to come and ask about it, but unexpectedly, he found an invitation in the garden. At this time, he was even more suspicious when he heard mohuetong say so.

"No, after tong'er received her grandmother's letter, she asked Mo LAN to send someone to tell Aunt mo. it happened that Mo Jin in the eldest sister's room came. Mo Jin said she would help me bring a message to Aunt Mo on the way. Can Mo Jin forget? What can I do? Father, tomorrow is the day of the flower feast. What should tong'er wear?" When Mo Huawen asked, Mo Xuetong was worried. His small face was wrinkled into a ball, and he began to complain with a little grievance.

Daqin and his children didn't really ask not to appear in court for three years. Some simple entertainment was OK. This banquet was the first public appearance of Mo Xuetong after returning to Beijing. Xu laotaijun was afraid that the people in the Mo mansion were not dedicated. Today, he wrote to tell Mo Xuetong that she had prepared simple and suitable clothes for her and asked her to send someone to pick them up, But Mo Xuetong won't tell Mo Huawen about it now.

Looking at her daughter's clear eyes full of grievances and pouting chagrins, mohuawen hurriedly comforted: "don't worry, father will find a way for you." Then the kiss nodded her forehead: "look at this little face drum, and then the drum is the little frog. It's not beautiful."

"Father..." Mo Xuetong stroked his forehead.

Mo Huawen comforted Mo Xuetong again. When she was dragged by Mo Xuetong to sit down for tea, her face sank unconsciously. Aunt Mo also said wrongly that the sewing room had been busy with a gorgeous dress of Mo Xuemin these days, which showed that she had not forgotten her elder sister and elder sister, and how could she deliberately forget the third young lady.

Tong'er's business is supported by the people around min'er, but the person who went didn't say tong'er wanted clothes, but said min'er. He will check later to see when min'er wanted to wear new clothes and the invitation card found in the garden. With ink and text, he keenly felt that something was going on here.

As for clothes, you can only choose people from outside to customize them. Although the time of one night is a little tight, it's not a night yet. Later, call the people of the famous royal clothes Pavilion in the capital to measure tong'er. If you hurry up all night, you should be able to rush out.

Thinking that the curtain of the door was lifted, the black jade came in, holding a tray with a set of neat clothes on it. He saluted the ink text, shouted and stood aside with a smile without talking.

"Where did Mo Yu get this dress, but it belongs to miss San?" Mohua Wen's eyes flashed and asked with a smile. His eyes fell on the tray on one side. The clothes with light silk embroidery were clearly a set of women's clothes.

"The master is the clothes of the young lady, which was sent by the Fuguo government just now. I'm afraid that the young lady will be short of clothes tomorrow, so I sent someone specially. The old Tai Jun not only sent the clothes, but also the whole set of head and face." Mo Yu smiled happily.

Mohua Wen's face turned black. He felt powerless and frustrated when he was punched back but hit on the cotton flower. What's the matter? His legitimate daughter wanted to go to the palace to attend a banquet, but she didn't have clothes. She had to find a foreign family to make clothes and send them. What's the face of Mohism.

However, he couldn't say no. tong'er was indeed the clothes that didn't attend the party. On the other hand, min'er, who was not qualified to attend the party, made a set of gorgeous clothes, which made mohuawen's face not black. Seeing his daughter's shining eyes fall on the clothes, he showed a pattern of joy and added a bit of sadness.

"Tong'er likes it!" asked softly

He nodded his head vigorously, and Mo Xue Tong smiled. He took Mo Huawen and looked at the dress together, but when he saw that Mo Huawen's face was not depressed, he stopped skillfully, The childish side smiled and said, "my father doesn't know tong'er hasn't finished his clothes this time, so tong'er will wear the suit given by his grandmother tomorrow. Next time my father helps tong'er finish his clothes, tong'er will wear the suit given by his father."

She looked like a little daughter who didn't mind, which made mohuawen very distressed.

I haven't seen her for more than a year. Her daughter is becoming more and more clever. Knowing that he doesn't like it in his heart, she will comfort him. A little girl must have suffered a lot from being left in Yuncheng regardless of him. Otherwise, why does she become so good at looking at her face and color and so sensible.

But even so, the clear eyes showed clear kindness and childish loveliness. It was clear that someone wronged her, but she didn't investigate it magnanimously and comforted herself. Why didn't ink Huawen feel hurt and feel that she couldn't be wronged and become a sensible and considerate daughter.

Stretching out his hand, he could not help rubbing her hair and said with a smile: "well, in two days, my father asked the people of Jinxiu pavilion to make some clothes for you. Look, I'm still wearing these clothes. It's always so plain. Look at your eldest sister and then look at you. Where is it like a young lady? It's like a little maid!"

"Father, you've messed up people's hair!" Mo FA Tong murmured in his mouth, turned his eyes and said with a smile: "tong'er can't compare with the eldest sister. She's beautiful, smart, sensible and filial to her father. It's not like tong'er is a silly girl who doesn't know anything. It's not like a little maid. Look at how her father messed up tong'er's hair. It's not more like a silly girl!"

This time, before she finished, mohuawen smiled and nodded her forehead and said, "you are a silly girl, but you are not the silly girl of your father, and you are the most considerate and sensible silly girl of your father!"

"No, elder sister is!" Mo Xuetong pulled Mo Huawen and said coquettishly.

"Oh, our pupils are jealous?" Looking at the pretty and lovely moxuetong, I saw that my daughter was so close to herself. At the bottom of my heart, the unhappiness of the clothes sent by Xu Taijun had disappeared outside the jiuxiao cloud. As long as tong'er liked it, I'll go and warn aunt Mo to pay more attention to tong'er next time. If there's anything good, hold tong'er tight first.

Mo Xuemin leaned on the couch in Fuqing hospital. She was always in good health. She knew the disease she had made. The next day she was better, but she still didn't go out. She still pretended to be ill in bed. After aunt Fang was locked up, she handled some things by herself, including the invitation of Mo Xuetong.

It was said that mohuawen had indeed picked up the invitation and went to Qingwei garden. Mo Xuemin's bright face suddenly showed ridicule and looked at sitting beside him, Aunt Fang, who was clearly locked up, sneered bitterly: "aunt Fang didn't say that the little bitch couldn't go! How could she go tomorrow! Her father sent her the invitation card well? Aunt always said how powerful she was before, but she was repeatedly defeated by a yellow haired girl who was only thirteen years old."

Half a silk was delicate at the corner of her eyes, which was more powerful than aunt Fang in momentum. There were ice edges at the tip of her eyebrows. She glanced sideways at Aunt Fang and looked down on her.

"That little bitch is so cunning that she pulled it out on purpose. I caught her in a moment of carelessness." Aunt fang had a headache when she was waiting. She was really ashamed when she heard her daughter's sarcastic words. She was locked up for a few days. Even if there was nothing wrong with her clothes and food, the whole person still didn't look very good. Only a few days later, there were a few more wrinkles on the corners of her eyes and eyebrows, and she looked old for several years.

She looks like this, Mo Xuemin really doesn't like it, and is lazy to pretend to be weak in front of her.

"My aunt is too hasty. As soon as the bitch comes back, you can't wait to do it. Hurry to let me go to the city gate to humiliate her. I'm not ashamed to make her dirty. Later, I'm too anxious to make the matter of Baoen temple. Next, my aunt's matter is also wrong again and again. How could I have such a stupid aunt like you? It's really unlucky!" Mo Xuemin coldly interrupted her self-defense, and the corners of her lips showed some disdain.

Originally, a 13-year-old yellow haired girl only needs aunt Fang's help. She is the eldest lady of the Mohist school. She just needs to be generous, gentle, filial, decent and talented. Now she can't imagine being dragged into the water and can't get good. Why don't she make Mo Xuemin angry.

Being so despised by her daughter, aunt Fang's face suddenly turned red and explained, "that little bitch is really careless."

"My aunt doesn't worry. If she can't move, she won't move. Why must she be strong? It's not only ineffective, but also attracted coquettish. My aunt still wants to think about what her father thinks now!" Mo Xuemin's eyebrows and eyes coagulated, and he sarcastically said, "your father's heart is what you need to control most. If your aunt doesn't have the support of your father, what's the use of jumping and answering again? What you should do now is not to bear your father and guess the position of brother Mo in his father's heart."

Mo Xuemin was really in a bad mood. At this time, he did not hide the contempt of his aunt. As expected, he was just an aunt. Even if he gave her the table again, he was really a big fool. He dared to get angry with his father without looking at who he was. He was also unlucky and suspected by his father.

The flower feast was not a big deal at all. Even if his father knew about Aunt Fang, he would remember that she was the eldest daughter. She attended last year. If he didn't attend this year, he would think of a way for her. Now, one by one, together, how dare she say anything in front of the ink tattoo, Hearing that my father was checking the matter, I didn't even dare to leave the invitation. I threw it on the road that ink text must pass early.

This makes Mo Xuemin, who has always been arrogant, how can he bear it? This time, even aunt Fang hates it. There is no more merciful ridicule between her eyebrows and eyes. She speaks to her aunt and belittles her for nothing.

Being ridiculed by her own daughter, aunt Fang became angry and said angrily, "don't talk about me. Just look after yourself. I'll deal with that little bitch. I'll end up with your father."

"Come to an end, can you close it if you want? Aunt, you don't look at your identity. The trick you used to play was because your father didn't doubt you, but now you're making trouble again and again. Your suspicion about you may have developed directly. Your careful thinking about Mo Xuetong should focus on your father. Such a big man still wants to suppress Luo Xia At one end, she's dead. Have a quarrel with her. There's nothing more important than status and power in the world. Just seize these. "

Mo Xuemin sneered and hit aunt Fang mercilessly.

"You haven't experienced it. Naturally, don't mind my business. Just take care of yourself!" Mo Xuemin poked every sentence into aunt Fang's heart, and she couldn't help staring at her.