Chapter 100

Marrying Mo Xuetong is mo Xuemin's proposal and his own idea. The Luo mansion behind Mo Xuetong is his biggest goal. The Luo mansion is not only one of the four prefectures of the founding of the country, but also pursues the royal family in terms of strength. One is a general, one is a chamberlain of the military department, one is civil and one is military, one is reused by the emperor, and one is in charge of soldiers and horses, no matter from which aspect, They are the best candidates for him to revitalize the Marquis of the town.

Sima Lingyun, the downfall of the Duke's residence in the town, knows that he has no position, that is, he depends on the Lord. If he wants to be an official in the DPRK, he must be strongly supported. Mo Xuetong's father has a low status, but he is also a close Minister of the son of heaven. Recently, I heard that emperor Zongwen has a hidden intention to promote him, coupled with the Luo family behind him, It can be said that Sima Lingyun is the most suitable candidate for the son's wife.

Sima Lingyun is not willing to let go. What's more, as a man, his beautiful face surprised him for the first time.

Thinking about Mo Xuetong, Sima Lingyun didn't have much patience to coax Yun Yiqiu at this time.

The maid on the side knows the opportunity. You can know from the impatience in the eyes of the son of God, Hurriedly came over and helped Yun Yiqiu to explain: "young lady, don't annoy the son of God. If the son of God really wants to marry that woman, why don't you make trouble? If the wife knows about it, she can't marry someone into the door immediately. It's hard for the young lady to understand what the son of God means!"

Sima Lingyun let go of Yun Yiqiu, nodded to the maid with satisfaction, and said along with the maid's words: "even a little maid knows that I am good to you. Qiu'er, why don't you understand? My heart is always only you. When can you believe me? If you really don't believe me, what's the meaning of being with me for so many years in the future."

After saying that, he didn't talk to Yun Yiqiu much, avoided her, stretched out and grabbed his sleeve hand, pretended to be angry, shook his sleeve and strode out.

He still has something to do at this time. He doesn't have time to entangle with Yun Yiqiu. He simply leaves in anger.

"Cousin, cousin, I'm not... Cousin!" Yun Yiqiu stretched out her hand and didn't catch Sima Lingyun. Seeing that he strode away in anger, she softened and cried and fell to the ground. The maid grabbed her quickly, so that she didn't bump into the corner of the table on the side.

"Miss, I didn't say you. I just told you to take it easy outside the door. You see that the son of God cares about you so much, but you do something that makes him angry. Who's not angry about it? Fortunately, the son of God always loves you. He won't be angry with you in two days. Naturally, he will come to you. If you flatter him a little, you'll be fine. Don't cry. You really hurt your body. Then it will be The son of God loves it. " The maid is a talkative girl. She picked Sima Lingyun's mistake in a few words.

Half blaming, half distressing words made the tears on Yun Yiqiu's face flow more urgent, but the mood was not so cloudy. He covered his face with a handkerchief and cried for a while, hesitating to ask: "cousin, cousin really won't be angry with me?"

"Of course I won't be angry with the young lady. You see, making yourself like this makes the son angry, but I really can't make a mistake. The son will solve the woman's problem. The son doesn't make a reputation again and again. If he really wants to let the woman in, why should he sneak in? It can be seen that although the son has something to hide from the young lady, he's not that way. The son is a man. Men have a lot of things , there is no need to tell women that men are in charge of the outside and women are in charge of the inside. At that time, the young lady only needs to be in charge. " The maid came forward to pick up Yun Yiqiu and tidy up her appearance.

Speaking of this, Yun Yiqiu was silent. She scratched her finger on Sima Lingyun's desk and made up her mind secretly. She would not publicize it anyway, but she would never take the woman's affairs lightly.

The hand on the record clenched into a fist, and her eyes stared at the inexplicable place in the air. She hated and resented. A third miss of the Mohist school had no way. This inexplicable woman would find out how a woman who knew men in the middle of the night could be good. She must have deliberately seduced her cousin.

Bitch, with her, she won't succeed!

Mo Xuetong is kneeling in the ancestral hall!

It's been two hours.

The ancestral hall is very quiet. She is the only one. Mo Ye has long been sent out to find help. Although the mat under her feet is thick, her knees have been red and swollen for such a long time. She only feels that her knees are pricked like needles, with thin and dense pain. When the heavy door is closed, there are only a few long lights for the hall, which are dimly lit.

If it weren't for the tingling on his knee, the black snow pupil would have fallen asleep in the dim light.

Today's Day was really rich. Mo Xue Tong stroked his knee and couldn't help showing a bitter smile on his lips.

It's not over yet. Mo Xuemin must have prepared a good move for herself later!

She never dared to belittle Mo Xuemin. In her last life, she always thought that this warm and soft eldest sister had the style of a eldest sister. She had good reviews outside, looked beautiful, and was kind to her sisters. She regarded her as a real eldest sister in her heart. Unexpectedly, she died in the hands of this eldest sister in the end.

How many plans will it take for the town government to abandon itself and marry her!

She was an old girl at that time. Sima Lingyun chose her without hesitation and gave up her and her children.

Therefore, she will never look down on Mo Xuemin! That's a poisonous snake, entrenched in a deep hole and addicted to people. If you can't really kill this beautiful snake, she will rush out and bite again.

The previous confrontation is not a real contest.

How does Mo Xuemin plan to deal with himself and let himself marry Sima Lingyun willingly in one night? According to his current state, it is impossible to make himself really willing unless he has to be willing.

When does a woman have to be willing? The famous festival was destroyed, and Sima Lingyun was the one who destroyed his famous festival. He was kneeling in the ancestral hall. Even if Sima Lingyun had great skills, he couldn't go to the ancestral hall to destroy his famous festival. Even if Sima Lingyun really entered the ancestral hall and destroyed his famous festival, what kind of aboveboard reason did he appear in the Mo mansion.

Mo Xuetong couldn't remember for a moment. His fingers unconsciously drew circles on Pu Tuan on his feet, and his heart was in a mess.

"In the middle of the night, what can I do for you?" The lazy and unhappy voice came from around with the voice of the young drunk like wine.

Mo Xuetong turned his head and saw Feng Jue ran sitting lazily on the putuan beside her. Under the light, his dark purple dragon pattern Chinese clothes reflected a psychedelic color. The handsome and matchless face was a little more enchanting than usual. He picked her and looked at her. His flaming red lips bent and smiled.

Mo Xuetong sighed. She really didn't want to offend this one, but there was no one else to use. Before there was no evidence, no one in the maternal ancestral family could help her. She came to the capital. If she was not familiar with her place, she knew that only this one came and went in the evening, no one found it. She really couldn't find anyone else except him to help her.

Even though it's dangerous to know this one, she doesn't know why she believes him more than Mo Xuemin! Maybe it's because he really helped her!

He sighed in his heart and looked at him carefully subconsciously. He found that there was nothing else in his eyes except joking. His heart slowly came down. I don't know why, seeing his lazy look that he didn't care about, he came out of his mind. Anyway, he said he was his benefactor. If he wanted to pay him back, he simply owed more.

This inexplicable idea startled her. Is it really dependent on him? Her face turned red and looked at the side. Fortunately, the light was dim enough. He must not be able to see it.

"Do you want me to help you again? Anyway, you don't owe me kindness once or twice. Go ahead." Feng Jue Ran's fingers knocked lightly on Pu Tuan at will, narrowed his eyes and said.

"Your Highness xuanwang's kindness, I will repay you if I have a chance in the future. I really have to trouble your highness xuanwang again this time..." being seen through my heart, Mo Xuetong secretly stared at his mouth uneasily, but I still had to say something.

"It's good to know. Remember it one by one in the future. The king will charge all the interest." Feng Jue ran said impolitely that he was in a good mood. The little wild cat with open teeth and claws was finally willing to put down his guard in front of him. He was still in a good mood. His eyes flashed past her hand caressing her knee, and his eyes were inexplicably deep.

"It has something to do with the prince." Mo Xuetong is unwilling to keep himself in a low position, secretly gritting his teeth, deeply regretting that his posture is too low and has been suppressed by him. Before we say anything, a great kindness is counted again.

"Oh, what do you say?" Feng Jue ran picked up her eyebrows. Her beautiful eyebrows and eyes were attractive.

"If you hadn't held me to admire the plum blossom today, it wouldn't have happened and made me kneel in the ancestral hall. Don't you think you're sorry for me?" Seeing his careless attitude, Mo Xuetong was a little angry. It was not her intention to rely on others. Her original intention was to turn around in Meilin, and then go out and directly watch Mo Xuemin play that good play. When she was acting vigorously, the rumors broke without attack, so there was no calculation behind Mo Xuemin.

Up to now, being punished by the old lady for kneeling in the ancestral hall is an extension of that matter. In theory, how can Feng Jue dye get out of the body.

"Then you put forward the king directly. The king testified for you. Tong'er was with me at that time." Feng Jue ran flashed a smile at the bottom of her eyes, and the corners of her mouth became more and more leisurely. She said it completely with an outsider's attitude, as if it was just as simple as talking with people.

Mo Xuetong was so angry that he almost bit his tongue. I dare say that he would testify for himself. His reputation for giving and receiving things privately with him fell. The two met to see Mei. When it came out, he really couldn't be a man.

Seeing that he spoke to himself with an informal attitude, Mo Xuetong was really annoyed: "the Lord is the emperor's close relatives and flesh. He is very noble and favored by the emperor. The ink house can't stand up to it."

"That's right. I'm not afraid. I'll just climb you. As long as you don't let go, I'll always pull you up the high branch. How about it?" Feng Jue ran seemed to be unaware of it and waved her hand and smiled magnanimously.

"Thank you, your highness. The higher you climb, the harder you fall. Your Highness's branch is too high." Mo Xue Tong was annoyed in his tone and stared at him coldly.

"I'm not afraid. I'm still holding you! Others can't climb it if they want to, but tong'er doesn't have to worry. You're protected by me. Baoding is fine."

He's really addicted!