There were about a dozen of misses in the room and in front of each of them was a Qin. But few of them paid attention to the Qin. Most of them just obsessively looked at Bai Yihao's charming and attractive face with flushed faces. And several of them looked at his long fingers...
Mo Xuetong looked and saw an empty seat at her left rear. She quietly turned around and sat there.
There was a stove burning in the room, so it was quite warm. There was a thick cotton cushion in front of all of them. In front of the cushion was a Qin, and there was an incense by the side, whose scent spread slowly and smelled refreshing.
Mo Xuetong seated herself on the cotton cushion and impatiently reached out to push the Qin which was too close to her. She couldn't possibly play in such a close distance. However, of course, most of them didn't come to learn the Qin.
She suddenly felt someone had noticed her. When she lifted her head, she saw those
The man in black nimbly reacted. On his one hand, the dagger fell down. In his other hand, another cold light rushed to Mo Xuetong's face. Bai Yihao waved his long robe and blocked it for her, and then blood splashed. He slightly groaned and fell on the ground while holding Mo Xuetong. On the other side, another man in black clothes appeared, but his face wasn't covered. He was dressed as a guard and rushed to the man in black. The two of them fought. The minute they fell on the ground, Mo Xuetong hurriedly got out of his arms and held his hand to ask, "How are you?" On the sleeve of the robe was an arrow which was not too long. The blood reddened his white robe. Bai Yihao slightly smiled and one wouldn't notice his pale face if not looking at him carefully. "I'm fine. That's nothing. You should go back now!" He got wounded because he tried to protect her from the arrow, or it would be easy for him to evade with h
Mo Xuetong returned to the manor at noon and found Mo Huawen actually not in. After Mo Huawen settled on his marriage with Xu Yan, the wedding between the two should already be a cut–and–dried decision. Though the Mo Manor hadn't started to send betrothal gifts, servants at the residence all started to gossip about Old Sir's getting a new wife. Though not knowing who she was, they were sure she would marry into this family soon, judging by Old Sir's preparing bridewealth. After that incident involving Lan Xinru, Old Madam had utterly taken a backseat to Mo Huawen on his marriage. They had dismissed the male servant, while Lan Xinru was gone. Mo Xuetong never believed that Lan Xinru had beat it after that. Mo Feng had asked around and learned that Lan Xinru was living in a rented apartment near the east gate of the town. She had rented it for half of a year. It looked like she planned to stay at the capital for long! How could s
The sun set early in winter. Now, the sun already hung low in the sky, and the red clouds spread the glowing hue over the sky. Against the red clouds, her plain clothes seemed to be shrouded in pink color. Between her transcription, a perfect smile appeared on her delicate face. She fluttered her slightly curled eyelashes, and slightly opened her cherry red mouth. Her skin was as tender and bright as snow. In the glowing lights, she looked even more beautiful. This was what Feng Yuran saw when he stepped in! Slowly turning the pages, the girl fixed her crystal clear eyes on them from time to time. She looked so absorbed and mild, the pink color on her clothes was so ethereal. "Third Miss Mo, what brought you here?" Feng Yuran was a little dazed and walked over to ask. Mo Xuetong also looked startled, because she didn't expect to see him here. "Greetings, Your Highness!" She rose to bow low to Feng Yu
When Mo Huawen returned, Mo Xuetong had finished dinner and was tidying his study. Mo Huawen stepped in and saw the lights were on. Under the lights, seeing the girl in white smiling delicately, a trace of brightness flashed through his eyes. Once, he used to be happy. A woman loved him wholeheartedly. However, those outside matters made them took separate ways. In the end, death tore them apart. Mo Xuetong put down the books in hand and warmly greeted him. "Father, have you eaten? I've had the kitchen prepare a few hot dishes, and been waiting for you." Seeing his daughter's gentle smile, he felt tender in the heart. He reached out to stroke her head and smiled. "I've eaten outside, so you don't have to prepare them for me now." Mo Xuetong protected her head and pouted, acting coyly. "Father, please be careful. Don't tousle my hair. What if others see me like this?" Seeing his daughter's cute face and her affecti
Fifth Princess lay in her palace and had already thrown pieces of antique porcelain decorations. Several maids kelt by her, unable to say a word. Seeing them shivering, Fifth Princess felt angrier and picked up another long-neck white jade bottle to toss it away. "Yu'er, behave." A solomen voice rang by the door. The Empress, who was dressed up, looked unpleasant surrounded by her servants. "Mother, mother, you must help me. It must be that nasty girl. I just made her kneel, and she dared to cause such trouble for me. She should twist my ankle. How did a daughter of a third-grade official dare to challenge the royal family? Mother has to summon her into the palace to beat her to death." Teeth gritted, Fifth Princess arrogantly said. How could things be so coincidental? In the morning, she made that wicked girl kneel, and in the afternoon, she fell from the horse. “She must have done this to me.” The Empress waved to let the ser
The things that happened in the palace were mostly connected with Mo Manor, but people in Mo Manor didn't know about it. Mo Xuemin even knew less about it. She was pretending to be reflecting and even hadn't got out of the yard. She was also nice to the maids and nannies. Even Mo Xiu seemed to see the gentle kind First Miss who had appeared to be before Mo Xuetong's arrival. Mo Xuemin thought it thoroughly and knew she had to stay humble these days and would have a chance to go back again after Sima Lingyun got punished and that incident was forgotten. Besides, she had other plans and she didn't believe that she couldn't defeat Mo Xuetong if she tried her best. With Fifth Princess backing her up, Mo Xuetong would be no big deal. However, out of her expectation, Mo Huawen rushed into her yard that night and coldly put an edict from the Empress in front of her. Mo Xuemin lifted her face up and asked confusedly, "Fat
When Mo Xuemin was anxious, Mo Xuetong was quite relaxed as if she knew nothing about what happened at the manor. That afternoon, there was another heavy snow. Pieces of snow and clusters of snow were flying in the air like cotton. It was endless, and all was covered in the snow. The whole place was covered in white snow and looked particularly beautiful. Mo Xuetong's room was warm inside. By the side were several stoves, which were filled with burning first-class smokeless coal. It was already dusk and the snow was falling freely and slowly from the sky which made the sky and the ground all white. Mo Lan shook off the snow on her shoulders and walked in. Mo Xuetong lifted her head from the books and asked, "Haven't it stopped snowing yet?" Mo Lan smilingly nodded, "It's still snowing heavily. Nanny Ming just sent someone to ask what you want to eat. The Old Sir went out earlier and wasn't back until now. He sent
Feng Yuran lightly smiled and reached out his hand to pull her up. "Why are you so incautious and even can't sit stably? It's obvious that you have drunk too much." Being laughed at by him, Mo Xuetong instantly flushed. Somehow, she got annoyed and got rid of his hand. She gazed at him and said, "I'm not drunk. I won't be even if I drink one kettle more." After her words, to prove that she was not drunk, she picked up the kettle and tried to pour the wine into her mouth. Feng Yuran coaxed her. "Okay, you are not drunk. I'm drunk. Since I'm drunk, you should leave the wine to me." He took over the wine kettle from her hand and poured himself half a cup. Then he lifted it up to his lips and drank it up. He enticingly pursed his red lips and some jade-like wine was still left there, which made his lips look more attractive. Mo Xuetong felt inexplicably hot, and the hand which had been in his hand felt as if it had been burnt. She