Chapter 337

When I couldn't speak any more, I cried.

The beauty is weak, pear blossom with rain, and it is comparable to Mo Xuemin, who is proud and vigorous. Today, Mo Xuemin put on a very thick makeup, which made her originally beautiful face white and unpleasant. Compared with Yun Yiqiu, she is pitiful and stands tall and upright.

"Qiu'er, don't cry. How can my cousin not want you? No matter where you go, my cousin will want you. Look, don't cry. Crying again will hurt my body. My cousin will be distressed." Sima Lingyun lowered his head and comforted her softly. He reached out to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes and completely hung Mo Xuemin aside when she didn't exist.

"Yun Yiqiu, when I talk to the son of God, your concubine dares to interrupt casually. The dignified town Marquis house can't even hold down a concubine." Mo Xuemin looked at Yun Yiqiu, raised his jaw slightly, looked down at her and said sternly.

"She is not a cheap concubine, but a noble concubine. After she gives birth to a child, her mother said she would lift her flat wife. Don't put too much airs in front of her." Seeing that Yun Yiqiu was bullied, he would only hide in his arms with tears. Sima Lingyun shouted to Mo Xuemin impatiently.

Your concubine, flat wife, children... Dare to conceive the eldest son of a concubine!

Sima Lingyun dared to betray himself and had children with other women. He did so much for him. Finally, even his reputation accompanied him, so he had to marry him. He didn't want to repay his gratitude. He didn't think how to save himself and had fun with other women at his most difficult time.

If it weren't for him, he would end up like this... Staring at Yun Yiqiu's not obvious stomach, Mo Xuemin's heart was scratching like a hundred claws. His hatred and poison could not be eliminated. His eyes were red with anger. He couldn't help his anger. He took two steps forward and pulled Yun Yiqiu's hand back, "My concubine can give birth to the eldest son of a concubine before my mistress enters the door. The rules of the Duke's house in your town are really different from others."

Looking at that delicate face, I hated it very much. The other hand threw out a slap. I only heard the sound of alas, accompanied by Yun Yiqiu's weak fall and hit the edge of the bed, as well as her sharp cry of pain, "my husband, cousin, ah, qiu'er has a stomachache, cousin, child, help our child."

The people in the house immediately became quiet, and ERAN looked at the sad appearance of the fallen cloud Yiqiu!

"Blood, aunt Yun is bleeding!" Cried a little maid.

A trail of blood flowed out of Yun Yiqiu's clothes, which fell to the ground. Sima Lingyun was shocked by the appearance of winding thick silk, and suddenly woke up.

Fiercely stood up and rushed over, pushed away Mo Xuemin, who was stunned there, picked up Yun Yiqiu and shouted, "qiu'er, do you want to be tight, does it hurt, how about it?"

Seeing her painful face pale and unable to speak, she hurriedly said to the servant nearby, "hurry, go and call the doctor, go and find the doctor." Without looking at Mo Xuemin, he rushed out of the door with Yun Yiqiu in his arms.

The people in shuangyun courtyard were all flustered. Most of them ran out with Sima Lingyun, and no one paid attention to the bride who was the mistress.

Tonight, the Marquis house of the town is destined to become a new topic.

Early in the morning, everyone was saying that Sima Lingyun didn't stay in his new house on the night of his wedding, but he was an aunt, which made the eldest lady of the Mo house furious, hit her aunt and killed the child in her belly.

Speaking of this, although Mo Xuemin can't get well, Sima Lingyun doesn't have a good reputation to spread. He doesn't sleep in his bridal chamber on his wedding night, but runs out to mix with an aunt, and then quarrels with his wife and concubine. Sima Lingyun's face is lost, and there is a wedding banquet. The saying of plain white beans rot makes the wedding banquet of the Duke's house more and more laugh.

When this remark reached the ink mansion, Mohua Wen waved his hand and asked people to go down. He took care of himself to review the copy, but he ignored it at all.

The people in the Mo mansion didn't say anything, and the punishment of Mrs. Hou of Zhenguo to Mo Xuemin became more and more impolite.

From kneeling last night to this morning, Mo Xuemin didn't even drink soup. She knelt in the ancestral hall in such a daze. There was still blood flowing down her forehead. She hit the corner of the table yesterday. If the two maids didn't react quickly, she would almost kill her.

Then no one came to see her, but Mrs. Hou of Zhenguo coldly punished her to kneel in the ancestral hall.

How could there ever be a new lady in the history of the Qin Dynasty who was so humiliated that she was thrown on her knees in the ancestral hall on her wedding night! Mo Xuemin hates to break his silver teeth. This shame can only be washed with blood.

"Madam, madam Hou, please go ahead and offer tea to your relatives." Qingxiang timidly came in and said that the angry look of miss yesterday frightened her more and more. Mo Xuemin stopped early three feet away from her.

"Come here and help me up." Mo Xuemin said calmly, trying to hold up, but kneeling for too long, he couldn't get up for a moment, and fell down heavily.

"Qingxiang will not pass soon." Qiu Qiao took a few quick steps, stepped forward first and held Mo Xuemin.

Seeing that qiuqiao had passed, Qingxiang came and helped Mo Xuemin on the other side. The two men pulled Mo Xuemin up with force.

"How's aunt Qiu?" His feet were almost stiff. He stretched out and twitched in pain. Mo Xuemin took two difficult steps, but asked about Yun Yiqiu.

"The child is gone and his body is hurt. It depends on whether he can conceive in the future..." Qiu Qiao helped Mo Xuemin move a few more steps before panting.

"The son of God is still with her now?"

Looking at Mo Xuemin's calm face without a trace of waves, Qingxiang trembled and almost didn't hold it steady. Inexplicably, she felt that her face was more sinister than her face. She was a timid maid who didn't dare to look at it. She quickly lowered her head and looked at the ground and didn't dare to make a sound.

"The son of God has been guarding his aunt. Now he has gone to the front hall and urged madam Shao to go quickly." Qiu Qiao said.

This is to meet the relatives in the front hall with him. A sad smile flashed across the bottom of Mo Xuemin's eyes. This is the marriage he wants to work hard for. This is the marriage Mo Xuetong gave himself... His face is laughing, but his eyes are cold, and his hatred is all on Mo Xuetong!

In March and April, when it is peach red and pear white, the weather is getting warmer and the pedestrians on the road are becoming more beautiful. In order to match the bright clothes, all kinds of round fans begin to appear in the hands of ladies. It is a good time for spring outing to enjoy flowers, grass and the scenery.

Early in the morning, Mo Xuetong put on the clothes sent by Mohua Wen yesterday. A palace dress with some colorful Flowing Clouds and light gauze. The color of emerald blue is very light. It seems a little pure white in the near view and a little light blue in the far view. In his hand, he held a white Wan fan with ink painting of Jiangnan mountains and rivers, and his slender white fingertips exposed under the gold silk sleeves, making him more delicate and beautiful.

She was a little taller, wearing such a long skirt, and her waist was slim and soft to an incredible extent.

"Miss, the master said that the peonies over there are very famous and have a wide variety. Ordinary people are not allowed to enter. Even if they have posts, they are not allowed to enter if they are not dressed decently." Mo Yu said with a serious face. After that, she also had some doubts and said in surprise, "Miss, is it true? Who is that? Such a cow? It's easy to say that you only pay attention to clothes but not people."

This is the capital of the Qin Dynasty. When you meet someone, you are connected with the official. Why is your tone so big.

Childe peony, be independent!

I don't know where he comes from or how old he is, just because the mysterious childe peony is a man wearing a mask and has good hands and eyes.

Mo Xuetong smiled and flashed a trace back to himself at the bottom of his eyes. The peony childe walking alone!

In her previous life, she had actually seen it, but not in the capital, but in the Cloud City. On that day, it was not easy to get Yu's permission to go to the temple to worship her mother. Yu Sirong must follow. When she got off the sedan at the gate of the temple, Yu Sirong tripped herself, and Mo Xuetong hit the door frame on the spot.

Such accidents often occur as long as there is Yu Sirong.

Mo Xuetong accepted his life, covered his face, closed his eyes, and endured the pain and shame.

But this time she didn't hit the ground, but fell into a person's arms.

With a somewhat dark and elegant voice in his ear: "girl, have you ever fallen?"

The soft voice, with a touch of concern, fell into the eyes of Mo Xue. She looked up in amazement and saw a pink red lip, and then half a mask up, revealing his bright and deep eyes. She was looking at her gently, with a smile that she could understand at the bottom of her eyes.

Although I only see such a glance, I know this is a very handsome man.

The maids and Yu Sirong on the side had long been stunned.

"Thank you, childe." Mo Xuetong regained consciousness, hurriedly pushed him away and stepped back. Yu Sirong behind him also reacted. He grabbed Mo Xuetong and looked at her up and down pretending to be concerned. He said uneasily, "how are you? Have you hit it? Be careful next time. Don't be so hasty and rash."

The woman's gentle and kind words fell into the man's ears, and the smile at the bottom of her eyes became more and more gentle.

Two steps closer to Mo Xuetong, smiled and handed over the peony in his hand. "It's fate to meet each other. When I see you today, I don't know when to meet you in the future. Girl, this Weizi peony will be sent to the girl. If I see you again in the future, just look for the peony childe."

Then he stuffed the peony into the hands of Mo Xuetong, who was stunned, and took people away... As soon as the man left, Yu Sirong robbed the precious Wei purple peony in the hands of Mo Xuetong.

It was an accident. In his previous life, Mo Xuetong never took it to heart. He was just an unseen man who gave himself a peony. It was really not a fate. Later, when he entered Beijing, he only heard people say that the dragon of peony saw the head but not the tail.

Not only has extraordinary bearing, but even hobbies are different from ordinary people.

It is said that he loves the robe that publicizes the Peony... It is said that he wants to go into his peony garden to watch the peony. He is not only noble, but also gorgeous in clothes... Only focusing on clothes but not people shows his attitude.

Some people say that he loves peonies very much. He has cultivated all the peonies in the yard, so he also attracted the Peony Fairy to say that the peonies in his garden are a little more beautiful than those elsewhere... But no matter which rumor, it shows that the peony is not simple. If you dare to say so, the background of the peony is definitely not simple in this capital city.

It is said that the peony childe only appears in March and April every year. When he appears, he wears a mask on his face and only shows a perfect lower jaw. Therefore, everyone is guessing that the peony childe must be an excellent beautiful man. Unfortunately, no one has seen him.