Chapter 180

"Well, well, we've seen the play almost as well. We can break up at this meeting. Don't really hinder people's flowers before and after the moon. Brother Mingyong will forget it. After being so wronged, I'll treat you out of the palace later. How about the Baihua building?" Li Youmo smiled at Yu Mingyong, put the fan in his back, stretched out his hand and forced him away from Sima Lingyun, laughing at Mimi's persuasion.

After listening to his words, some young ladies and princes around looked at Sima Lingyun who was beaten to the ground and Mo Xuemin who stood unsteadily on one side. They only felt that it was really a farce. The eldest young lady of the Mohist school didn't know how to behave and what the boudoir training was. When she came to the palace, she dared to have a tryst with others. She was about to be broken and dirty her sister, It's really licentious and vicious.

Who dares to marry such a woman! When you get home, you must tell your relatives and friends that the young lady of the Mohist family is better not to marry.

After watching the play, I turned around and wanted to leave. It's better to be less contaminated. The crowd is a little loose and plans to leave.

"Wait a minute, young master Yu, you must give me a statement today. Otherwise, I'll kill myself here." Mo Xuemin's hand holding Mo Xiu is shaking. This time it's not pretending, it's urgent. Now people are still here. As soon as they disperse, her reputation will be really destroyed.

So she has to explain what happened.

She clenched her teeth and glared at Yu Mingyong angrily. There was another sadness on her lips, which was very pity. Holding the hand of ink embroidery, she stopped Yu Mingyong hard. If she let Yu Mingyong leave, she really couldn't tell.

"Why, do you want to visit me after having an affair with others? I'm really sorry. I don't have that hobby." Yu Mingyong doesn't mind what others think. This remark is extremely vulgar. Mo Xuemin's eyes are in tears for a moment. Let go of the hand of ink embroidery, and two lines of tears fall down. He walks to the note falling to the ground, picks up the note, looks up, and his face is covered with ashes: see you in the sunny rain Pavilion tonight! Write Sima!

No wonder everyone testified against Sima Lingyun. She was sure that this paper was not written by Sima Lingyun. She was in danger. Sima Lingyun would never do such a stupid thing again. When did this paper get into her sleeve? The ink embroidery must have given her this one. She stood in the crowd with her maid, but she was still a distance from others, Who changed the note in his hand without anyone knowing it, and transferred the disaster to himself.

Mo Xuemin thought sharply through the space to stand up. Anyway, she can't retreat today! You can only bite!

"Young Master Yu, where can you see that this piece of paper is written for me, and why can you say that I gave it to and received it privately? I really came here at the invitation of my third sister, and I didn't have an affair with others. If you hit me with a bottle when you see me, you might as well kill me directly and let me go in vain." Mo Xuemin burst into tears, pear blossom with rain, the note in his hand stretched straight to Yu Mingyong, biting his sad way.

"Isn't it yours that fell out of your sleeve!" Yu Mingyong said impatiently that although pear blossom with rain was pitiful, Mo Xuemin said before his experience that he didn't feel any pity for flowers at this time.

"It's not mine, it's the third younger sister... No, I found it when I came here..." a trace of indescribable cruelty flashed through the bottom of Mo Xuemin's eyes.

"What three younger sisters and four younger sisters, it's obviously your own business." Yu Mingyong impolitely interrupted Mo Xuemin.

At the same time, Li Youmo made a slight mockery at the corners of his lips. Instead of persuading Yu Mingyong, he pulled out the fan behind him and fanned it vigorously. There was such a cold wind in winter that the people standing near him couldn't bear it. They simply stepped back and watched the two perform together.

"It's not our young lady's business. Our young lady is kind." Mo Xiu comes over and holds up Mo Xuemin's unconvinced head and argues for her.

"Your young lady is kind and kind. I'm afraid she has an affair with another man, but she asks me to carry the ink pot. After that, she will have a baby. Do you want to count on me?" Yu Mingyong scolded.

Although the words were rough, they really relieved people's hatred. They laughed when they remembered the debauchery of Miss mo.

Mo Xiu's face suddenly turned red with regret. She suddenly turned around and wanted to talk, but she was hugged by Mo Xuemin from behind, covered her mouth and said eagerly, "don't talk nonsense about Mo Xiu."

"Look, your own young ladies have admitted that you are a maid who can watch the wind. What else do you say? Will you also be accepted by the prince of Zhenguo? That's good. Two masters and servants serve one person. The prince of Zhenguo is really lucky!" Yu Mingyong exaggerates more and more. His anger, which can't get out of his intuition, will suffocate himself.

Mo Xuemin's means of mixing Yin in the backyard are useless to him!

If it goes on like this, Mo Xuemin's reputation will be really ruined!

She winked at the rich brocade fiercely, and the ink brocade made an understanding.

"Miss, the maid must say that if you don't say it again, you will die wrongfully. Even if you still care about the third miss, you will die if you don't say it!" Mo Xiu fiercely breaks away from Mo Xuemin's hand, suddenly kneels to the ground and cries at Mo Xuemin.

Then turn your head to the crowd: "Don't wronged the eldest lady. This piece of paper is not the eldest lady's, but the third lady's. the eldest lady came here at the invitation of the third lady. When she came here, she found that there was this piece of paper on the ground. How could the lady say that it would harm the third lady's reputation? So even if you wronged her, she wouldn't say it, but the maid can't see it. It's not our Miss's fault. Why Our young lady bears the reputation of infidelity. Please help my young lady bear a witness! " Then he lay on the ground and kowtowed desperately.

Blood flows down from the forehead and flows through the beautiful face of ink embroidery!

"Ink embroidery!" Mo Xuemin stumbled and ran over from behind. He softened down and held ink embroidery. Before he spoke, he cried speechless, and virtually implemented the words of ink embroidery.

"Young lady, don't blame the maidservant. The maidservant really doesn't want to see the young lady wronged. You can't say why. You have to swallow the pain in your heart. Young lady, what else can you do if you have such a deep sisterly affection for the third young lady? If the third young lady is really as deep as you, why..." ink embroidery's tearful eyes are hazy, and she can't breathe when she cries. She hugs Mo Xuemin with a distressed backhand, The master and servant huddled together and cried together.

This scene makes Mo Xuetong feel absurd for no reason. This time, Mo Xuetong Yu is determined to think of pouring sewage on herself and she won't die. She doesn't want to rest. In her last life, she hasn't been confused by her affectionate performance, so she will die so miserably.

After the baptism of blood and fire, it's just a farce to watch this scene again today!

A thin smile appeared on the lips, but it didn't reach the fundus of the eyes and was cold.

A scene in my previous life mixed with the strange one now. It was also Mo Xuemin and ink embroidery. The same knock was full of blood. It was facing Sima Lingyun, who was now lying on the ground with an embarrassed face and swollen face. His hand was tightly pinched in the palm of his hand, and any tingling pain was uploaded from his hand.

At that time, Sima Lingyun sat high in a large chair, looked at Mo Xuemin with pity, and listened to her sister's deep love to "cover up" her crime. She was so heartbroken that she didn't care that her first wife was beaten and fell to the ground by him. First, she went to pick up his aunt and take gentle care of her. At that time, her heart was so painful that she couldn't think of this life, Unexpectedly encountered such a scene again.

The blood of the whole body rushed to the mind at this moment. Sima Lingyun's disdainful eyes and Mo Xuemin's last sinister eyes were intertwined in front of her. At that time, Mo Xuemin also polluted herself and had an affair with the young boys in the hospital. It's not enough to pity that she has been disfigured. She had to make her life a little worse than death. At that time, she had such hypocritical arguments for herself, It seems that it was for her to hide everything, but then it was prompted by ink embroidery desperate.

Her ears seemed to hear Mo Xuemin's wild ridicule. She heard the truth of her mother's tragic death. She was poisoned and struggled bitterly. On that day, the fire burst into the sky, and their pain churned in the fire and blood, while they were proud of laughing and watching their pain outside the fire. That kind of hatred that could not be concealed surged from their hearts.

She thought she could pretend not to care and think she could forget a little, but she forgot that this hatred was deeply rooted in the bone marrow and hidden in her own blood. Her own life was for revenge. That hatred could make her no longer reincarnate and drag them away together.

Hold your hand tightly in an instant and stick your fingers into the palm of your hand.

"What's the matter? Even if you don't like me, you don't have to work so hard." A lazy voice in my ear gently, with a bit of banter and flirtation, "good, relax, relax!"

Who is talking to her in such a close voice, which is somewhat spoiled, so gentle and so pitiful.

His bloodstained eyes were raised and slightly raised. When he saw clearly the person in front of him, a pair of long and narrow beautiful eyes specifically winked at her and showed thousands of customs, he saw that it was fengjue dye. He felt that it was not his palm stabbed at the tip of his hand. Suddenly he let go and saw his wronged hand stretched out. The blood color of his white palm was blurred and was scratched by himself.

Biting his lips and no longer saying anything, he still turned his pale blood eyes blankly, but there was no focal length. The always clear water eyes exuded a misty coolness. In the forest cold, there was a ghost like breath. The direction of his eyes was in the front. Actually, I didn't know that he seemed to see another place through there.

She is so strange to him that she seems to be no longer the innocent girl, but the charm from the underworld, which makes people feel cold for no reason!

Is this hate? Feng Jue Ran's long and narrow handsome eyes narrowed slightly. What kind of hatred can make her delicate and childish face show boundless hatred... This hatred is too strong!

Following her eyes from blankness to slowly focusing, she found that in a moment, the situation on the site had changed greatly. Mo Xuemin, who was crying and hugging with ink embroidery, fainted sadly, leaving only ink embroidery crying and shouting while holding her. Yu Mingyong frowned on the other side. Suddenly, he stepped back two steps. A man came forward and whispered two words in his ear.

The man flashed through the crowd. Yu Mingyong suddenly picked up his pride and boredom on his face and made a 180 degree change. He said politely to Mo Xuemin: "Miss Mo is rude. It turned out to be a misunderstanding. It's really a lot of offending."

The people were stunned at the magnitude of the change!

Who would have thought that just one moment ago, this population was still rude and shy, and the next moment was so gentle.

"Oh, what's your trouble?" Li Youmo blinked, tilted his head, picked his eyebrows and asked the voice of all the people present.

"It turned out to be a misunderstanding. I didn't remember it just now. I drank too much today, so I fell asleep. When I saw someone come in, I vaguely thought it was a thief, so I picked up the bottle at hand and hit someone, but I didn't know how much I offended miss mo." Yu Mingyong smiled and turned into a handsome young master. If it weren't for his temperament, it would really make people feel as gentle as jade. It's not Yu Mingyong just now.