Chapter 87

Under the light, Mo Xuetong was reading in the light. It was not the poems and songs she liked in her previous life. Those beautiful articles did not let her see through the world, but made her more yearning and nostalgic. Her heart was wrongly paid to Sima Lingyun. In the end, not only herself but also the child's life died in his hands.

Since Yun Yiqiu knocked off her child, she learned from the doctor secretly sent by the Fuguo government that she had been poisoned day by day, and it was difficult to conceive a child again. In order to conceive a child, adjust her constitution and remove the residual poison, she secretly read medical books alone.

She can't find out the man who secretly attacked her!

For this reason, she also asked Sima Lingyun. At that time, Sima Lingyun was stunned and then pale. She grabbed her hand and asked if anyone else knew that she thought Sima Lingyun cared about her, so she was so panicked and moved that she told the doctor. Later, the doctor didn't come again. It was said that it was because of the wrong patient, Injured by the patient's family and escaped.

Now I've polished my eyes again and found that this is really a joke!

How can she not die if she seeks skin with a wolf!

Thinking of the child who was born after thousands of hardships, he was finally folded in Sima Lingyun and Mo Xuemin's hands. His heart hurt like a knife. His hand turning the pages trembled slightly. For a moment, he could only bend into a fist. Let the stabbing pain in the palm of his hand pierce into his heart and ease the unforgettable injury.

"Isn't Mohism the home of great Confucianism? How come the legitimate daughter of Mohism reads such inferior books!" The voice came from the side with a bit of banter. The dark snow pupil, who was falling into deep pain, raised his eyes in amazement and looked anxiously. He saw that there was a beautiful boy like a demon lying on his couch.

Xuanwang fengjue dye!

Seeing that Mo Xuetong turned back in shock, his pale face was somewhat stunned and fragile. Feng Jue ran was in an excellent mood and bent his thin lips. His beautiful face was charming with a smile, somewhat lazy and somewhat teasing. He saw that his smart and beautiful eyes slowly turned unhappy, raised his eyebrows, impolitely took the candied fruit on one side and threw one in his mouth.

"Is it very touching to see my benefactor? I generally don't like the way women want to rush over when they see me, but you! I'll try my best!"

"Your Highness, is it difficult that you didn't receive court training when you were young and didn't know whether men and women were close or not? You came to the woman's boudoir in the middle of the night, but it was done by a gentleman?" After the initial amazement, Mo Xuetong became angry.

"This is the attitude towards the benefactor, tong'er. I'm here to deliver the letter for you. Is that how you treat me?" Feng Jue ran smiled, took out a box from her arms, shook it in front of Mo Xuetong, and put it into her arms.

Mo Xuetong's eyes contracted for a while, and Mo Xuemin's box of plaster!

"Mo Feng gave you this?" Her eyes contracted and asked.

"He didn't give it to me. In fact, Mo Feng asked several places and said nothing, but he believed that you wouldn't let him check for no reason, so he came to me. Do you want to know the result?" Feng Jue ran raised his eyebrows and said that he was incomparably handsome. At this time, his eyes were full of charm.

It's really a demon. Mo Xuetong was alert, took a deep breath, looked away from him, stood up and gave him a deep salute: "thank you, your highness King Xuan for your help!"

She can tell whether it's good or bad. She can't ask Mo ye and Mo Feng to be completely loyal to herself. They are the dark guards of Feng Jue ran. Their relationship with themselves is only an employment relationship. They have no right to blame others. She found the note that year. He returned a promise. Neither of them is a party. She can't ask him to do better.

"Come here." Feng Jue ran smiled and waved to her.

Mo Xuetong moved a few steps slightly.

"Come here, I'm not talking for convenience. Would you like me to speak louder?" Feng Jue ran smiled.

Mo Xuetong then approached a few steps vigilantly. Under the light, her elongated shadow was caged on him, adding a lot of ambiguity.

"Your Highness, can you speak now?"

"Don't worry, Mo ye and Mo Feng will think your master. Even I won't ask you for no reason."

Is this a guarantee! Mo Xuetong didn't dare believe it. He bit his lips and looked up at him. He didn't speak.

"There is a kind of herb in this bottle of ointment, which is very useful for injury and smells fragrant. It is harmless to people when used." Feng Jue ran took the ointment out of her arms again, threw it in her hand and glanced at her sideways, because it was time to go to bed, her long black hair was scattered at will, and only a ribbon was tied behind her head, which made her pure little face a little more charming than in the daytime.

The smart and beautiful eyes seem to contain a flood of spring water under the light, and the beauty is blurred!

"But if the smell of this herb is supplemented by the incense at home, it will have slight poison gas." Feng Jue Ran's eyes turned from Mo Xuetong's face to the light incense lit in her room. The smile on her lips was cold, "it's like you ordered this in your room."

Sure enough, the poison was made by Mo Xuemin!

No wonder in the last life, after she was hurt once, Mo Xuemin also sent a kind of ointment. Although it was different from the present one, because it was sent by Mo Xuemin, and she had always kept it in the house. Unexpectedly, the poison fell on her in this way. She mistakenly thought that the doctor said that the poison had been in the Duke's house for many years, so she thought it had nothing to do with Sima Lingyun, Only to be honest about everything, but it turned out that Sima Lingyun and Mo Xuemin had already calculated themselves together.

The numbness of heartache, even the brain seems to stop moving, and the fingers tremble to caress the light frame in front of it, which almost makes the power handle; The lamp holder overturned.

"What happened to your head?" Feng Jue ran suddenly stood up and pulled her to the lamp. Her slender forehead hair brushed away, swelling and slightly broken skin on her forehead.

"Nothing!" She answered almost numbly. Looking at the ointment box in his hand, she didn't feel that Feng Jue ran was impolite.

"Do you want this?" The wind Jue dyed the bottom of her eyes deep and inexplicable. Suddenly, she smiled, threw the box in her hand twice, and returned to a lazy state.

"Thank you, your highness. Please give it to me!" She took a deep breath, and the light in her eyes suddenly returned to Qingming. She reached out and took the box from Feng Jue Ran's hand, and stepped back two steps. In her clear and beautiful eyes, she flashed a sudden and chagrin. She was chagrined at her loss just now. She clearly guessed that it was the work done by Mo Xuemin and aunt Fang. Why should she be shocked!

"Shall I help you?" Feng Jue ran raised her eyebrows and asked.

"Thank you, your highness. It's getting late. Your highness, please come back!" Her polite and distant way.

"Really don't need help? I'm quite empty these days. I'm very bored. Anyway, you already owe me a favor, and there's no shortage of one more."

"Your Highness is joking." Sensing that his eyes were too deep, Mo Xuetong subconsciously moved his body, sideways, avoided his direct look, and reluctantly said again, "thank you for your kindness. I will repay your highness if I have the opportunity."

"When is the opportunity?" Feng Jue Ran's eyes turned, "..."

"What does your highness want?" Mo Xuetong repressed his anger. Just now, he was immersed in his own mind. At this time, he remembered that this is dangerous in front of him. He can't take his words and deeds lightly.

Feng Jue ran suddenly came over. Mo Xuetong couldn't help but get out of the way and saw him go to his comb table, where he put the hairpin ornaments and Earrings he just took off.

"This is a voucher. When I think of how you want to repay me, I'll let someone bring this!" Picked up the white jade hairpin that was put aside, Feng Jue ran smiled more and more evil. He was originally handsome and unparalleled. Wearing a purple brocade robe embroidered with enchanting Mandi Luo on him, he was as rich as jade, handsome and white, and the whole person looked enchanting.

Mo Xuetong took a long breath and told himself never to be angry: "Your Highness, if you like white jade hairpin, I wonder if this can be done?" She went over and opened a box. There was a jade hairpin quietly in it. Different from the previous one, this one looked newer. It was obviously sold and unused.

"You haven't worn this before. What's the use of me?" Feng Jue smiled, "don't worry, I'll send someone to send you jewelry with the same value in a few days after taking your certificate, so that you don't think I take advantage of you."

Men and women exchanged keepsakes in private. He said it was so high sounding. Mo Xuetong gnawed her teeth, but she really didn't want to give up the white jade hairpin. It was given to her by her mother on her tenth birthday. Since then, she has been wearing it on her hair and never took it off.

"Or do you want to come up and rob me?" Feng Jue ran HuR smiled and said, "if you can take it away, I won't take it."

It's getting more and more irritating!

Mo Xuetong took another breath and told himself not to be angry. This is the eighth prince, the favorite of emperor Zongwen. He must not offend him: "Your Highness can go. I can't receive him because it's late." She said it word by word with her teeth clenched, and her small face was full of depression.

The cheeks are bulging, and the bright water eyes are no longer alienated and have no waves. They are just like spitting fire. They are very lovely in Feng Jue Ran's eyes! The kitten is annoyed, but it's really fun!

"OK, I'll send you a keepsake in a few days." Feng Jue ran smiled with satisfaction. The white jade hairpin flexibly turned two circles between her fingers, put it into her arms and walked to the window. Suddenly, she turned back and said, "it's really not my close maid of honor? You don't know how many people want to be. I've specially kept it for you!"

"Thank you for your love!" Mo Xuetong stared at the stuffy way and tried to tell himself whether it was a robber or a robber he couldn't beat. The hero didn't suffer from the loss at present.

"Which family are you engaged to? Why have you never heard of it." Feng Jue ran asked carelessly.

"Your Highness, is it too wide?" The "good maidservant spirit" of Mo Xuetong really can't hold down!

"That's just curiosity! If you don't want to say it, don't marry the wrong man in this good daughter's family and waste your life." Feng Jue ran joked, her eyebrows and eyes raised lightly, and suddenly her figure flashed and disappeared into the window.

Mo Xuetong hurriedly went forward and closed the window. After sitting down, he was no longer in the mood to read. He whispered, "Mo LAN."

Mulan, who was guarding at the door, heard the voice of Mo Xuetong inside and hurried in.

"Go and invite mother Ming!"

"Yes!" Although Moran didn't know what Moxue Tong was doing, he backed down.

In the room, Mo Xuetong is still shocked by the news!

Engagement, whether in her previous life or this life, she has never heard of her own engagement! If you are engaged to someone, why did you marry Sima Lingyun's house in your last life? Who is that family? Afraid of the power of the Duke's house in the town, so I didn't mention marriage in the ink house again?