Patriarch Mo is a person who can't hold his breath after all, especially in front of his sister, he is even more patient.He was anxious, worried that what he had been planning for a long time would come to naught."
Jiu'er, I heard the report of the spies, the fifth son of the Yuan family came to Yanxia Town with you?
Did he also live in the cold hall?
”Patriarch Mo's face was solemn, thinking of the uproar between the Mo clan and the Yuan clan ten years ago, which was set off by Yuan Xu for revenge.After that, several foreign clans that implicated the Eight Great Clans and Ciyu Town were involved in the fight, and he patted his ass and left in style, leaving a mess to be borne by the Mo clan.To be precise, it was Mo Rongjiu who intervened and became the scapegoat of the Mo clan.This is also the reason why he feels guilty in his heart and has no shame to face his sister.Mo Rongjiu put down the teacup and said abruptly: "I have no mercy with him, only hatred."
What should be let go has long been let go, and my heart will no longer throb for anyone, nor will I have affection for anyone. ”"Jiu'er, it's me......
It's me who is sorry for you. ”Patriarch Mo lowered his head guiltily, and the old tears were rampant."
What's the use of saying this, my heart is like stagnant water, and I don't care about your hypocritical apologies."
Mo Rongjiu put down the teacup, wiped off the finger marks and lip marks on the cup with a handkerchief, and said lightly: "Tomorrow, Ling Eighteen will send a wedding card, and Qin Wu will also send it." ”"Wedding card?"
Patriarch Mo's eyes were sluggish, and he understood something in a trance, and said overjoyed: "Could it be that they ...... you" "Hehe, eldest brother thinks too much." ”Mo Rongjiu sneered, stood up and walked to the door, turned his back to him and said, "It's Begonia, they want to recognize it as their own sister." ”"Sister?""
It's my sister, not my cousin.Big brother, think about it, I'll take my leave first. ”Opening the door, Mo Rongjiu walked without any mud and water.She hated her clan and even more so her four brothers.When Yuan Wu ruthlessly abandoned her and left, the Yuan clan spent the most difficult days safely in the old lady's strategy.And the Mo clan, which set off a storm with the Yuan clan, became the target of everyone, and the person who finally put all the blame on her was none other than the eldest brother who first ascended to the position of patriarch.She hates, she hates her own people and her brother more than Yuan Xu's ruthless abandonment.She swore that she would never forgive these people until Yellow Springs.In the guest room, Patriarch Mo frowned, he never imagined that Feng Xiannu would attract the favor of the two big businessmen.If you can say that you can have something to do with the two big businessmen, it is naturally a once-in-a-lifetime happy event.But why are they not looking at Mo Rongjiu, but Li Haitang?
The time that a Feng Xiannu can use is only five years, and a Mo Rong Jiu can make the Mo clan earn a lot of money.As long as Mo Rongjiu does not die, as long as the two big merchants do not die, the business contacts between the Mo clan and the two big merchants will be endless."
Alas!
What an accident, they just fell in love with Feng Xiannu?
I can't figure it out. ”Patriarch Mo poured a cup of cold tea into his throat, except for helplessness or helplessness.The master and apprentice eavesdropping on the roof showed the same look of disdain.Li Haitang patted his chest and pointed to a roof not far away.Zhuge understood it, and walked away with her in his arms, and even the tiles were quietly covered back by the accompanying secret guards.When he arrived on a roof, Li Haitang dared to whisper that Patriarch Mo was shameless enough to even believe his own sister."
Master, I want to match my aunt and Fifth Master Yuan.""
There is an inextricable feud between the Mo clan and the Yuan clan, and it is not something that Mo Rongjiu and Yuan Xu can persuade in a few words.If you want to match them, I'm afraid it will be even more difficult. ”"Master only thinks about hatred, but he doesn't see the affection of Yuan Wuye when he stares at his aunt."
Li Haitang pulled him to sit down and looked up at the stars shining in the night sky.Just sit on the roof of someone else's house and look at your favorite stars, and be happy.Zhuge Yi smiled dumbly, hugged her and sat on his uninjured leg, and said, "Can't you go back to the roof of your house and look at the stars?"
”"Private house?"
Li Haitang smiled sweetly, grabbed his sleeve and begged: "Master, go back to the private house, I don't like the cold hall." ”"It's not far from a private house.Well, go back to the private house. ”Zhuge Yi directly hugged her in the direction of the private house, and when he passed by a dark alley, he found the figures of Mo Rongjiu and Yuan Xu, but he did not stop, but accelerated his foot power and volleyed through the air while the two of them were not aware of it, and fell smoothly into the backyard of the private house.It is still the home I am most familiar with to live comfortably, sleeping in bed all night without dreams, especially the people around me always pay attention to the bad habit of the little girl turning over and kicking the quilt.Zhuge Yi didn't sleep for half an hour, and covered the ice silk quilt back several times, and heard the little girl dreaming about Patriarch Mo shamelessly.The soft coquettishness made his sudden poisonous pain seem less unbearable.He was accustomed to poisonous pain, but the presence of his beloved little girl by his side gave him some comfort in his heart, and made him feel that he was not alone in the long pain.Early in the morning, after a simple breakfast in the private house, the little maid sent by the cold hall happily invited him, saying that the cold hall was ready, just waiting for Zhuge Yi and Li Haitang to pass.The careful Ling 18 also prepared a large sedan chair carried by 16 people, and eight good horses with silver saddles were arranged on both sides to escort them.The golden sedan chair and jade horse, like a royal recognition of relatives, made the people of Yanxia Town go out to watch, discussing whose daughter is the daughter of Ling Ye to recognize her relatives.Zhuge Yi personally sent the little girl to the sedan chair, he rode a silver saddle horse, and led the team to the cold hall.Just as he was passing by the inn, he suddenly stopped his horse, sat on horseback and bowed his hand to a middle-aged man at the door of the inn."
Patriarch Mo."
Patriarch Mo, who was standing at the door of the inn and preparing to go to the cold pavilion to invite, took a few steps under the curious eyes of many onlookers, and returned the salute: "Is Zi Boxian and nephew going to send off relatives?"
”"Haha, Patriarch Mo said cautiously.In the sedan chair behind is the sister of Ling Ye and Qin Wuye who recognized each other today, presumably Patriarch Mo also received a happy post, it is better for Patriarch Mo to go with us. ”Zhuge Yi's invitation made Patriarch Mo hesitate.Refusal, right?
How many people are watching?
Promise, he's afraid that those people in Porcelain Yuzhen will misunderstand.Feng Xiannu is already the handmaiden of the ancestors in the eyes of the clansmen of the eight major clans, and now she is recognized as her own sister by the two big merchants.The premeditated "chance encounter" finally made it difficult for Patriarch Mo, whether it was Zhuge Yi on the horse or Li Haitang in the sedan chair, they all smiled happily.The pit they dug together, it was difficult for Patriarch Mo not to jump."
Okay.Thank you very much. ”Patriarch Mo gritted his teeth, took the reins in the hand of a horse-leading servant and turned over and rode up, and whispered to Zhuge Yi: "Zi Boxian's nephew is good at scheming, I'm afraid he has already planned today's affairs." ”Zhuge Yi smiled softly and said softly: "Patriarch Mo misunderstood, today's matter is not planned by me, but ......
Feng Xian's daughter conspired for it. ”"She?"
Patriarch Mo exclaimed.Zhuge Yi shouted: "Get up the sedan chair!"
”The team set off again and marched towards the cold hall.() Glory to the end