Chapter 81

However, no one thought that the chilling feeling came from Bai Yihao. He only felt that he was noble, noble, distant and clean, which was different from them. They couldn't stand up and were humble. The word "humble" poured out of everyone's heart. How dare you look up at his beautiful face.

Mo Xuetong was a little silly. She looked up at the huge word "Mo house" in front of the house. She really thought she was in the wrong place and was more familiar with her master. Just now she was thinking that since Bai Yihao arrived at her door, she would certainly do her best to be the host and invite him to come in with her. Unexpectedly, there was no three young ladies in the eyes of the two doormen at the door, They all ran around him. People who don't know may think he is the master here.

This is too evil!

"Miss, young master Bai has gone in. Let's go in quickly." Mo he's eyes followed Bai Yihao, and he was obsessed. He took two steps to find that Mo Xuetong didn't keep up behind him. He quickly covered up with a smile and turned back to help Mo Xuetong.

"A little maid dares to think of my childe. She really doesn't know how long her face is." A coquettish cold hum came from Bai Yihao's carriage. The curtain of the carriage door was picked. This time, a beautiful woman dressed as a maid came down. At the age of 15 or 16, she raised her head high when she was in full bloom. Her beautiful eyes were not good at looking at Mo Xuetong, but she said to Mo He.

"What are you talking about?" Mohe's face suddenly turned red when so many people said such words in front of him, but because of the fact, he lost his usual sharp teeth and mouth for a moment. He only turned red and retorted, but his tone was a little weaker.

"I looked at my childe when I got off the bus. Now I can't even care about my miss. Isn't it difficult? Look who you are and who my childe is." The beautiful maidservant glanced sideways at the ink lotus, and the disdain was obvious.

Mohe was said to be angry and wanted to retort. He was stopped by Mohe Xuetong with a smile.

"Is this the man around Mr. Bai? If you want to go in at the door of the Mo mansion, just follow Mr. Bai. Why come up and humiliate the master's maid? It's hard not to do that. All the people around Mr. Bai are talking in vain." Mo Xue Tong looked up and down at the beautiful maid and smiled, but there was no smile at the bottom of her eyes.

Humiliating your maidservant is false, humiliating yourself is true!

With a cold smile on her lips, she didn't wait for her answer, holding Mohe slowly to the door of the house.

She didn't want to and disdained to quarrel with a handmaid, so as not to fall into the trap of others.

The guard who came back from the door of the house also saw Mo Xuetong's cars and horses. The first one was his own young lady, who was busy and courteous to meet him. Bai Yihao's beautiful maid behind him blushed and was ignored by Mo Xuetong. He stood in front of the door in shame, but couldn't say a word.

Entering the gate, Mo Xuetong let go of Mo he's hand, and his eyes turned cold slightly.

"Miss..." mohona said.

"Go back to Qingwei garden and ask Mo Yu to come and serve. I have something to do. I have to go to my father's study and ask her where to find me." Mo Xue Tong looked at Mo he quietly. His eyes were clear and deep. It was only after half a ring that he fainted.

In her previous life, she had never seen Bai Yihao, nor did Mohe, so she didn't think that two other people in the cloud and mud would be involved. Through Mohe's unnatural eyes, she clearly saw her obsession. Mohe fell in love with Bai Yihao at first sight and openly pushed the window to peep at Bai Yihao regardless of his reputation.

When did this happen? I didn't find out, and I let her fall in front of others and be used by others!

A cold feeling rises from the bottom of my heart!

Mo he was frightened by Mo Xue Tong. His blushing face faded a little, pale, trembling and said, "Miss..."

"Stop talking and go!" The tone was gentle, but the meaning was firm. She picked up the corner of her skirt and took two steps to walk past Mohe. She walked slowly to the garden on one side. The way to Mohua Wen's study just passed through the garden. Bai Yihao is now in Mohua Wen's study. She won't rush over and just sit in the garden.

She didn't want to meet Bai Yihao again in her study at this time. Such a person is too dangerous!

It began to snow in the sky, and it fell on her light blue dress. The clothes were pasted on her thin body smoothly. At first, there were snowflakes falling from the air, like a fairy who didn't eat human fireworks, walking slowly from the wind and snow. A beautiful little face was like jade porcelain, with a pair of watery black eyes embedded on it. The deep eyes were thick and slender, The eyelashes are deeply curled and slightly warped.

The eyelashes are slightly wrinkled, and the small cherry lips are suffused with the warm luster of peach.

In the eyes, the water light flows, and becomes more and more beautiful in the vast snow color. It looks like a fairy falling on the snow for nine days without a trace of dust.

Qin Yufeng is standing at the pavilion near the lake by the side of the road. He is dressed in a dark blue robe. The picture of the sea of cranes is embroidered with extremely detailed silver at the skirt and cuffs. He is equipped with a golden wisp of empty belt and a green jade pendant. He looks natural and unrestrained. The table is very different. He stands in the pavilion with his back hands and looks at the floating Black Snow pupil, flashing a trace of amazement, But as soon as I recognized Mo Xuetong, the subtle expression on my face flashed and showed a gentle smile.

"Cousin Tong, come here to avoid the snow and go later." He smiled and took a few steps to hold his long skirt. He looked up at the sky and smiled.

"Cousin Feng!" At this time, Mo Xuetong also saw Qin Yufeng. He stood still and hesitated for a moment. He walked a few steps to the pavilion, put his wide sleeve on his head, gathered his sleeve and gave a deep gift. He smiled and said, "cousin Feng, why are you here, why don't you go to my father's study."

In his previous life, Qin Yufeng was mo Xuemin's loyal lover.

"I just came out of my uncle's study and was caught in such a heavy snow. Seeing the beauty in the snow, I specially stayed and waited for cousin Tong to come and have a chat." Qin Yufeng laughed, and returned a salute with a natural and unrestrained smile.

This remark is quite profound, with a hint of teasing.

Mo Xuetong gently raised his eyes and smiled. He sat down demurely at the railing on one side. It was snowing outside, floating like goose feathers. It would be good to see this meaning for a while and a half.

She didn't want to come in, but she came in specially after seeing Qin Yufeng. Qin Yufeng is a very strange person. He is full of talent, full of tricks, but he didn't become a royal official. He only loves Mo Xuemin, but such a person can really love a woman. Is he willing to send her into other people's arms and only make her happy?

This is a person she can't understand, but since it's doomed that the two people will fight against each other, she is willing to know him first, know herself and the enemy, and be invincible in a hundred battles!

Qin Yufeng's eyes fell on the half hanging pink face. The face was as beautiful as jade and beads, and there was a faint blush on the tender white face. Several snowflakes fell on her long black hair, and a white snowflake fell on her long eyelashes, which made her eyes look forward to, and her temperament was high. It gave people a feeling that they wanted to take care of closeness and could not bear to be profane.

How beautiful such a woman should be. It's so beautiful that people just want to hold her in their arms. The face with a touch of shame reflects the beauty of the city. At one glance, it catches people's heart and soul.

"Cousin Feng, grandma and cousin Xuan have all entered Beijing?" Mo Xuetong raised his head and was bumping into Qin Yufeng's deep eyes. A gentle smile was raised on his lips, and he asked with a kind of praying blink.

When the Qin family came to Beijing, she also knew something about it in the Fuguo government, but she didn't know it in detail. She wanted to ask Moran to send someone to have a look after returning to the government. Qin Yufeng directly asked when she met Qin Yufeng.

"My grandmother came to Beijing with my second brother. A few days ago, my grandmother also talked about cousin Tong and asked her if she was free. If she was free to see her, she came to the capital. She didn't have a close person around. I heard that cousin Tong was the smartest and liked her very much." Qin Yufeng smiled, and a few threads of interest floated in his deep eyes.

When Qin Yufeng invited her to the Qin mansion, Mo Xuetong didn't refuse, as if she didn't know Qin Yufeng's deep meaning. She answered with a smile. In her previous life, she didn't intersect with Qin Yufeng, but died under his plan. In this life, she will try to understand Qin Yufeng slowly and weigh the benefits and disadvantages. She would rather open her eyes and see how he planned than be the same as in her previous life, Close your eyes and walk into the deep abyss.

"Thank you for inviting me. In a few days, I will go to the house to disturb and see my aunt and grandmother." The ink snow pupil turned flexibly and landed on a scroll of painting put by Qin Yufeng on the table. He flashed his eyes and asked curiously, "cousin Feng, what is this?"

"This is a painting I got. There is dirt. I can't deal with it. I took it specially for my uncle to see. Unfortunately, my uncle said just now that the painting can't be restored." Qin Yufeng smiled and turned to the stone table to sit down. He opened the scroll and motioned Mo Xuetong to look at it.

It was a picture of cold plum blossoms on a snowy night. The red plum blossoms on Qiu Jin's branches were like blood, reflected in a vast expanse of white snow color, which immediately made the whole plain picture vivid. The red plum blossoms, pink stamens and white snowflakes outlined the vital opportunity and beauty in a vast world with only a few strokes.

Heaven and earth are green, but this flower is unique and stands proudly in frost and snow!

"It's really a good picture." The black snow pupil gently praised, his eyes fell on the dark gray ink in the white snow color, and frowned. As expected, the vast snow color was polluted here, which completely destroyed the whole picture, and the gorgeous red lost its palpitating vividness.

"Cousin Feng, my father also said there was no way to remedy it?" Mo Xuetong reached out and stroked the picture. It was indeed a good picture. The ink of the whole picture was thick and thin, dry and wet, appropriate, and the lines were dense. It was fast and smooth to write. At a glance, it was a really good picture. It was a pity that such a good picture was destroyed.

"Uncle said that if the snow color is polluted, the whole picture is polluted. This painting is useless." Qin Yufeng looked at the painting and his eyes were full of pity and a trace of heartache. It was obvious that this was his favorite painting, otherwise he would not have brought it to the ink house. The ink style and color were good and had been praised all the time. He was very particular and admirable along the way with the painting. If even the ink style felt useless, the painting would certainly be really useless.

"What will cousin Feng do with this painting?" Mo Xue Tong smiled and asked coquettishly.

Qin Yufeng smiled: "since it can't be repaired, just destroy it. I'll let someone burn it after I return to the house. It's a pity to have such a good painting." He uttered a sigh, and his eyes fell on the painting. It was a pity. It can be seen that he really loved such a picture.

If the painting he likes is polluted and simply destroyed, Qin Yufeng's character is really different from others. He suddenly thought of something in his heart. He moved slightly, reached out to stop Qin Yufeng who was rolling the painting scroll, frowned slightly, and suddenly raised his head with a somewhat naive smile. He asked with a sweet waxy smile: "cousin Feng, how about giving me this painting?"

"What does cousin Tong want this painting for?" Qin Yufeng's hand hesitated for a moment, slowed down, smiled and asked, it's a bit difficult. It's just a polluted painting, not a decision to destroy it. Why are you so reluctant to give up? This man's temperament is really not ordinary strange!

"Let me try. Maybe I can cover up the stain." Mo Xuetong didn't seem to see the deep meaning of his eyes. He returned tenderly and stretched out his hand to pull the rolled up scroll.

"Oh, what does cousin Tong want to do?" Listen to Mo Xuetong have a way, Qin Yufeng also came to interest, put down the scroll in her hand, pave it for her again, and asked with a smile.

Mo Xuetong deliberately showed an embarrassed look and gently rubbed his fingers on the thin white picture.

"Cousin tong can't tell me?" Seeing that Mo Xuetong just smiled and caressed the picture under his hand, his slender, white and tender hand reflected the picture, he felt very harmonious and beautiful. The bright red plum on the branches of the sun lost its color in an instant. He just smiled. The dimple like a flower made people feel inexplicable palpitation in the heart. Qin Yufeng's eyes unconsciously touched her hand and moved.

"Where did cousin Feng say that? How could I deliberately not tell cousin Feng? I just don't know where to start. If I don't make it up well, cousin Feng will laugh." Mo Xuetong pretended not to look at the blur in his eyes, focused on the picture at the bottom of his hand, smiled gently, and brushed his beautiful skirt with one hand to hide the casual coldness on his lips.

"How is cousin Tong going to repair it? Let cousin Feng listen to it?" Mo Xuetong's indifferent look made Qin Yufeng look excited. For a moment, he grabbed Mo Xuetong's hand and asked anxiously that he really liked the painting, but he was painted with a stain by the servant's carelessness in cleaning up the house. There was no way to save his determination to destroy the painting. Since the painting he liked had been polluted, he would rather destroy it.