MTL - Reborn: Femme Fatale First Daughter-Chapter 27 Make a plan

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Updated: 2013-11-25

Mo Xuetong's illness was so fierce that he developed a fever that night, and the whole person was confused.

Her health has always been bad. When she was in Yuncheng, she was left because of her bad health. At the time, she couldn't afford the illness. Then she was slightly raised in Qinfu, and her constitution was a little weaker than the average person. After the late autumn and early winter sky bubbles in cold water, after a few girls hurry to change her clothes and lie down, they are groggy.

I just feel that my whole body is hot. The whole person seems to be a scorched fish on the stove. Even if he is drowsy, he still feels uncomfortable and dying, as if he was choked by the barbecue. He can't even breathe. I do n’t know It took a long time before a cool air infiltrated from her forehead, allowing her burning body to slowly recover her consciousness, and subconsciously called out, "Water, water."

Immediately someone came over and lifted her, the cold water slipped into the burning fiery throat, like the same Wang Qingquan instantly gave her a feeling of escape from the dead, opened her eyes slightly, could not see the face of the person in front of her, Everything was shaking, and the person's face seemed familiar, but the chaotic brain couldn't remember who it was.

The man gently lowered her body, wiped her forehead, measured her temperature, and she was unconsciously annoyed. She reached out her hand impatiently and opened her forehead, pursed her lips, muttered something, and turned her head to the side. , Closed his eyes weakly, and fell into a deep sleep.

The slumber was not so uncomfortable just now, but the man stumbled her body over again. She did not know where she had committed sexual instincts, and turned inside hard. Later, she simply held the pillow and became stronger, but eventually her strength Still too weak, she was so dragged and turned over to the outer bed, something rolled down her throat, she opened her mouth subconsciously, and drank a few more sips.

After falling back on the bed, no one bothered her this time.

This sleep continued until three strokes in the sun, and Mo Xuetong opened his eyes with great effort.

"Miss, are you awake? You are really awake!" The sound of weeping sobbing around me knew Mo Yu's.

Taking a sip of water from Mo Yu, Hitomi asked hoarsely: "When is it?"

"It's only one night. It's noon. The slave-in-law prays for his wife in the morning, and the slave-in will pass after waiting in the afternoon." Moran's voice choked up from the side, how could she not know that the lady was for herself? Only hiding in the water tank, Mo Ye can only take one person, the lady is afraid that her injuries will worsen.

"Moran ... don't cry, go, send a message back to the house ... say that I can't get up because of illness, even pray for the mother ..." Mo Xuetong closed her eyes, raised her spirit, and leaned on Half holding her ink leaf, said gently.

"Miss?"

Xuetong didn't open her eyes, and her long eyelashes covered her pale **** face, just like a porcelain doll, fragile as if touched, it would be broken, but the strength of the weak voice revealed no objection. Room.

"Yes, slaves let Frost leaves to spread the message." Mo Yu stomped, and turned to leave.

"Come back!" Mo Xuetong opened his eyes fiercely, those eyes were so clear that they were not like a patient who just woke up.

Mo Yucai's outstretched foot hung at the door and looked at Mo Xuetong puzzledly.

"Let Qiuling go ... Frost leaves ..." Mo Xuetong's chapped lips flashed a faint smile. If Frost leaves were not left, the next scene would not be sung.

Seeing that Mo Xuetong was weak, her spirit was okay. Mo Lan knew that the lady had thoughts in her heart, and busy motioned for Mo Yu to obey and pass on.

Mofu

Mo Xuemin's "Women's Ring" was copied very quickly. By this morning, all the copies had been copied. In order to show that she had not slept overnight, she deliberately went to the study room of Mohuawen.

Mo Huawen is dealing with a public case in the study. Although his grade is not high, he was used by the Emperor Zong Wendi when he was in the residence. Therefore, it is trusted by the Emperor Zong Wendi. One or two members are very kind to him.

He was dealt with with real and useful documents, rather than messing with the derogatory chores of the noble descendants.

"Father." While he was holding the official document, he heard a timid voice in the doorway, "Can the daughter come in?"

He looked up and saw Mo Xuemin appeared at the door. The eldest daughter who has always been most proud of him has done a few stupid things recently. The thing at the door of the city was something he heard later, and he hasn't waited to ask what happened It happened again that Sima Lingyun was brought into the inner courtyard of his sister.

Is all this unintentional? Tong Er's piano score was left by Luo Xia. Except for Auntie Fang who is outsiders who knows this, who will spread the word, how could Sima Lingyun know?

Seeing Mo Huawen chanting silently, Mo Xuemin bowed with embarrassment and worshiped at the door, but he never stepped into the study door halfway, and never said anything with sadness: "Father, this is all Miner It's wrong. It should n’t have been said that the three sisters had a tablature on that day. I do n’t know when the four sisters talked to Shizi again. It hurt Sanmei ’s name and it ’s really Miner ’s fault.

"Did you talk to Joan?" Mo Huawen asked in a deep voice.

"If my father doesn't believe it, you can ask Simei. Simei's girl ring and my girl ring are both there. When they chat, they just talk about each other, but unexpectedly cause such a disaster. Father, all are Min My father's fault, please ask my father to punish Miner again. "The" Women's Ring "transcribed in his hand held high above his head.

Seeing her honesty, her face was so dark, there was bloodshot between her eyes, and the speed of copying was so fast, knowing that she must have stayed up late, remembering that she had been smart and sensible, and was always kind and generous. Someone who praised her from time to time praised her, it should be impossible to do things that frame her sister.

"Come in." His face slightly eased and he nodded.

"Yes, father!" Mo Xuemin supported Mo Jin in a gentle manner, standing slightly tilted between his feet, almost unable to stand.

"What's wrong?" Mo Huawen asked.

"Father, it's nothing, maybe a little tired." Mo Xuemin said pale, holding Mo Jin's hand into the study, and met Mo Huawen again.

Mo Huawen looked at the eldest daughter who was so polite, and the doubts in his heart slowly receded, and he put down the official document and asked, "What's wrong with Miner here?"

"One is to ask my father to see the" Ladies Ring "I copied; the other is that I can't rest assured that my three sisters are going to pray for my mother. I'm afraid that my three sisters may not know anything about her first time. When the girl came back, there was something to take care of. "Mo Xuemin's face showed a gentle smile and looked at Mo Huawen sincerely.

It is completely a good sister image of a natural sister who is not sensible, the last trace of doubt in Mo Huawen's mind also turned into a light cigarette.

"You don't need to worry. Although Tonger is small, she is also a sensible person, and nothing will happen." Mo Huawen said softly and comforted.

"No, the daughter still wants to go. By the way, she can also pray for the mother. The prayer is blessed by Miner. If you do n’t go, you will not respect the Buddha. On the last column of fragrance, my mother must like it. "Mo Xuetong said deeply.

Looking at such a sensible elder daughter, remembering his dead wife Luo Xia, Mo Huawen felt inexplicably sad.

"Master, it's not good. Miss Three is ill at Bao'en Temple, and people can't come back today to send a message." Xiao Yan ran in from outside and reported.

Is Hitomi sick? Mo Hua Wenyu stood up. Of course, he knew that Mo Xuetong had been in poor health, but he had no idea that he was sick within two days after going up the mountain.

"Father, Miner is leaving now. Sanmei is sick on the mountain and there is no one to take care of him. How about Miner going to take care of her?" Mo Xuemin's eyes showed a glory of pride. According to time, Mo Xuetong Having met Sima Lingyun above, she was bumped into Sima Lingyun's rendezvous at night, and Mo Xuetong couldn't argue with even a hundred mouths.

At this time, she must think of countermeasures on the mountain. She must catch Mo Xuetong before coming up with a way. At that time, the situation between Mo Xuetong and Sima Lingyun can't be concealed even if she wants to conceal it. .

"Okay!" Mo Huawen agreed very easily this time, adding a layer of resentment to Mo Xuemin's eyes.

The car was already at the back door, waiting for Mo Huawen to leave.

"Miss, is that maidservant still carrying?" Holding Mo Xuemin on the carriage, Mo Jin pointed to a small girl ring standing at the door and whispered to Mo Xuemin.

"Is that the little girl who sent the letter?"

"Yes, she only said that Miss Three came back late last night, and then there seemed to be something serious in the main room, and there were people crying, and then she was in a hurry, and she was taken away with another girl ring sent by her auntie Fang In the compartment, even the door was locked, and I did n’t know what happened. Only the lights in Miss Three ’s house were on for a night. This morning, the big ring next to Miss Three told her that Miss Three was ill. Let her report to the government. "Mo Jin knew that Mo Xuemin was going to ask these questions, and he had asked them in private.

"Waste, she didn't know anything about this, so she stayed here." Mo Xuemin waved his hand impatiently, and there was a trace of disgust in his eyes.

The carriage wandered away, leaving only the little girl ring named Qiu Ling standing blankly.

Mo Xuemin spent two hours rushing to Bao'en Temple outside the city, hurriedly got out of the carriage, hurriedly rushed in, and hit a man on the road. Fortunately, Mo Jin responded quickly and stopped her for a moment. Before falling to the ground, the man continued to apologize. At this moment, Mo Xuemin was totally focused on Mo Xuetong, and he was so anxious about life that he did not look at that person, so he helped Mo Jin to the temple's guest house.

"How? Have you succeeded?" Mo Xuemin walked away, and a frivolous young man came out of the roadside tree.

"I ca n’t do it." Mo Xuemin was hit by a wretched man. His hand caught a sachet, and he threw it twice in his hand, saying proudly.

"Okay, bring it here." The frivolous man reached out and took it.

The sachet flung back, and returned to the insignificant man's hand again, "Say yes, pay one hand, deliver one hand, twenty dollars, you can't afford less."

"Rest assured, you can't do without anyone else, give, twenty two, quickly give me." The frivolous young man impatiently found a piece of silver from the bottom of his sleeve and passed it, then pulled the sachet back.

The insignificant man got the silver, and immediately smiled, his eyebrows disappeared, and he nodded and said, "Thank you very much, Grandpa will take care of the younger in this kind of business."

"roll!"

"Yes, the little one will roll away immediately. The next time Miss Ye sees any lady, just call the little one." The insignificant man's face smiled like a flower, turning and flashing across the temple's shadow wall, and then he disappeared. Silhouette.

The frivolous young man put the sachet in his arms, but turned around and followed Mo Xuemin's path to the temple.