Chapter 193

"Father, please forgive the eldest sister. What happened yesterday was also an accident. She was filial and just wanted to honor her father. She didn't expect Sima Lingyun to be so ambitious." In the study, Mo Yufeng hurried to the door. After entering, he knelt down on Mo Xuemin's side and begged bitterly.

Mo Yufeng is the only son of Mo Huawen. He also thinks of Mo Xuemin's brother. He thinks that if Mo Xuemin really becomes Sima Lingyun's concubine, Mo Yufeng will never be able to lift his head in front of others in his life, and even his official career will be affected. Even if Mo Huawen is angry again, he doesn't want to really send Mo Xuemin to the Marquis house in the town.

Now things have started. Everyone knows that Mo Xuemin was almost raped by Sima Lingyun. Fortunately, Mo Xuemin's reaction is also strong. He virtually wiped away the secret affairs in the palace. The bad thing is that Mo Xuemin was forcibly detained in the Duke's house of Zhenguo last night. Thinking of the attitude of the madam of Zhenguo in the morning, she looks like she is completely a concubine, The chest of ink turns into a dull pain.

Sima Lingyun is such a person. He doesn't like it anyway!

Whether it is mo xueqiong or Mo Xuemin, he will not let them enter the gate of the Marquis of the town again.

A fierce look flashed across the bottom of his eyes, and the ink house didn't have no chance. The two daughters came out with Sima Lingyun successively. From all kinds of signs, Sima Lingyun dared to think about tong'er, and the anger in Mohua Wen's heart rushed up in bursts. At this time, he didn't want to deal with Mo Xuemin's matter again.

"Somebody, take the eldest lady back to her yard. Don't come out again without my order. Anyone who dares to release privately will be killed!" Ink is still difficult to get rid of anger.

The two bodyguards guarding the door came in, saluted Mo Xuemin and made a gesture of invitation. Anyway, Mo Xuemin is also the eldest lady who has been in the boudoir for a long time. It is impossible for a foreign man to really touch him. The so-called taking him over is the nominal custody of himself. He can't drag people up like solving a case outside.

Seeing that mohuawen didn't mention Sima Lingyun again, Mo Xuemin was secretly happy to know that it was done and that it didn't matter to be locked up by her father. When Sima Lingyun's affair was over and the wind outside gradually decreased, she still had a chance. With her flower like appearance, she didn't believe that you Yuecheng would be unmoved.

When she becomes the aristocratic son and wife of you Yuecheng, even her father will not be afraid.

He made up his mind to stop crying this time. The clever and poor man covered his sleeves and saluted Mohua Wen while crying. He looked weak and pitiful with a pale face. He looked wronged and sad, but sensible didn't say much. He left Mohua Wen a weak and sad figure. He followed the guard to leave the study with Mohua Wen's hand.

"Father" Mo Yufeng got up and wanted to say something. He was coldly waved and stopped by Mo Huawen.

"Go to the study and read more books yourself. Don't run out if you have nothing to do. In a period of time, it's the big exam. The ten-year cold window chart is the title of the golden list. Don't participate in something completely irrelevant."

"Yes!" Mo Yufeng didn't dare to say anything more. He saluted Mo Huawen and withdrew.

"Sir, sir." I walked outside the study in a proper way. I saw the close boy waiting outside waiting there with a nervous face. Seeing Mo Yufeng coming out, I hurried over and whispered.

Mo Yufeng looked carefully at the back and saw nothing moving in the study. He took the boy's hand and trotted out of the yard of Mo Huawen. When he got outside the yard, he urgently asked, "what did the girl say? Did he say to pick me up tonight?"

"Sir, the girl with red tea sent a letter saying that it was Uncle Yu Mingyong who received him this evening. I can only say sorry to him." The boy wiped his sweat path.

Not yourself? Mo Yufeng was stunned, and his face turned blue and he roared: "why, it's not that who gives more tangles to her head, she's who tonight. Why did she change her mind again, this bitch..."

"Uncle, it's said that the jade uncle gave us several times more hair wraps than we gave, so..." the little Si's words didn't let Mo Yufeng's anger dissipate, but almost jumped up. He thought that red tea was clearly lying in his arms that day and said that she was his own tonight. Unexpectedly, he changed his mind this morning, and his heart hated his teeth itching.

That bitch, she wants her own good and stands up for herself, but it's not so cheap!

When I thought of the place where I was angry, I had forgotten the monitoring of Mohua Wen and was furious with my little boy! Get out of the door. He won't suffer from this dumb loss today! Isn't she just a brothel prostitute? She really treats herself as a dish.

He rushed out of the door angrily, and mohuawen sat in his study for a long time before his anger subsided.

"Master, the second master of the Fuguo government asks to see you." The servant came to report.

Mo Huawen was stunned and relieved. He showed a faint smile on his face and nodded to invite him in. He was indeed the senior official in charge of the Ministry of punishment. He has been more sensitive than Jing Zhaoyin for many years. He doesn't have a clue about what happened yesterday. He really wants to tell him something. They didn't communicate with each other in the past in order to avoid people's eyes and ears, Now the relationship between the two governments has eased down, and the communication is not so obvious.

Luo Bin sent new year's gifts to Mo Xuetong instead of Lao Taijun Luo, the Duke of Fuguo, so he only talked to Mo Huawen for a while in his study and said to go.

After Luo Bin left, mohuawen sat quietly in his study for a long time before going to the Qingwei garden in moxuetong.

In Qingwei garden, Mo Xuetong just got up, pillowed on the cushion, and wrapped his hands in his sleeves. All the people in the room were confidants, but there was no need to worry that someone found her abnormal. The injury on her hand was not serious, and she used good medicine. It was not very painful after recovering all night, but she must have been surprised. The whole person looked a little haggard, with an almost transparent face with an irrecoverable pallor.

Fortunately, she is still "sick in bed". What happened last night didn't come out. It only said that she was ill in the palace. The two aunts in charge of the house sent people to ask for warmth and cold early in the morning and sent some things to supplement her body. What Mo Xuetong didn't expect most was that Mo Xueyan and LAN Xinru came.

"San Mei, aunt LAN got up early this morning when she heard that you were ill. She cooked some millet porridge in the underground kitchen. It smells really delicious. My grandmother and I don't have any. I heard that Aunt LAN brought these millet from the south. It's more waxy and fragrant than here. It's always half a bag." Mo Xueyan pointed to LAN Xinru, who was sitting quietly on one side, and said with a smile.

"Miss LAN, thank you very much, but I had eaten it when I got up early and can't eat it now. I'd better give it to the second sister. I've been greedy for a long time!" Black Snow pupil white and tender face with some pale, weak against the cushion of the high pillow road.

Because Mo Xueyan and LAN Xinru came in, she put her hand into the quilt. The injury of her hand can't be known to others. It's impossible to put her hand out to drink porridge in front of them. Simply, she had eaten it long ago. There are still bowls on the table. Mo LAN is cleaning it up with light hands and feet.

"It's a pity that the third sister doesn't eat. Would you like some more? You're not in good health, but you should eat more. Look at Aunt Lan's porridge today. She got up early and burned two bubbles on her hands." Mo Xueyan saw that Mo Xuetong had finished eating. As soon as her eyes turned, she took LAN Xinru's hand and let her see.

Sure enough, there were two obvious burns on Lanxin's tender white index finger tip.

"Xueyan, it's not a big deal. It's just that she doesn't want to burn a little. It's nothing. On the contrary, miss three is in poor health. Drinking more millet porridge in the morning is good for her health. She wanted to come early, but she hurt her hand when she did it. She still came late and didn't catch up with miss three's early meal. However, it's good to have a small meal after dinner. Drinking is good for her body." LAN Xinru tries her best to earn back from Mo Xueyan. With a gentle regretful smile on her face, she can attract people's favor.

I haven't seen you for two days. Lan Xin is getting smarter and smarter!

Sure enough, when she finished her words, someone outside the door said, "didn't catch up with any meal? Tong Er hasn't had breakfast yet? Isn't she well yet?" It's not too early at this time. Don't say that Mo Xuetong didn't get up late today. Generally, most people have finished breakfast at this time.

Listening to the voice outside, Lan Xin got up as shy as herself, gave a shy salute to the ink text entering the door, and shouted, "Hello, cousin!" The call was quite normal this time. I don't know if I was asked by the old lady.

"Why did miss LAN come to tong'er so early today?" After Mo Huawen received a gift from Mo Xueyan, the polite Chong Lanxin arched his hands and let Mo Xueyan live and talk. He came to the big chair in front of Mo Xuetong's bed and sat down. Mo LAN had cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks on the table, and the ink jade offered tea.

"I heard that the third young lady went to a banquet in the Palace last night and got sick when she came back, so she went to the kitchen to cook some millet porridge early in the morning. Unexpectedly, because her hands were hot, sometimes she came late. The third young lady had finished eating. She was just telling the third young lady that the LORD would subside. After dinner, she would be more careful. Her good cousin was also there. She simply gave her sister a face and used some together?" Lan Xin stood up with a smile and raised the food box to the table.

When the lid of the food box was opened, a large bowl of fine porcelain inlaid with gold flowers was filled with a bowl of fine rice porridge. Only when it was opened, the aroma of fine rice porridge floated out, which was very appetizing.

"How fragrant!" Mo Xueyan raised her nose, said coquettishly, and then said to Mo Huawen, "uncle, swallow wants it too."

The two drank and made mohuawen unable to say what he didn't want to drink, so he had to nod.

He answered. LAN Xinru politely filled a bowl of porridge for him and put it in front of him. Her carefully trimmed fingers were white and slender, and put it on the small bowl of blue celadon, which made her skin more and more snow like and beautiful. She put the bowl in front of the inked noodles and blushed and replied, "cousin, you can try it too. If it's not good, you must improve it next time."

Then I looked back, and the small dishes with porridge were arranged in the food box. Everything was done by myself. Coupled with the half vernal love at the corners of my eyes and eyebrows, I didn't know that I thought it was my wife preparing food for my husband. I couldn't refuse it.

Mohua Wen has been eaten. Now I still have something in mind. I don't have any appetite. I looked up at LAN Xinru. The corner of my eyebrow wrinkled slightly. I picked up the chopsticks, moved them a little, and put them down, He said to Mo Xuetong, "tong'er is in good health now. Do you want to invite a doctor to see it? The banquet in the palace ended not late yesterday. Why did you get up early in the morning today?"

He has opened his mouth to talk to Mo Xuetong about business. LAN Xinru opens her mouth and is embarrassed to interrupt. Those beautiful eyes fall on Mo Xuetong's face, and the impatience of the bottom of her eyes can't be covered.