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
Mo Xuetong got up late in the morning and could still feel the pain in her head. She leaned on a cushion but couldn't recall when she fell asleep last night. The quilt was placed meticulously on her without any sign of wrinkles. Could it be Feng Yuran... How could he be such a caring person? Mo Xuetong laughed at her own guess. Hearing her getting up, Mo Lan pulled up the curtain and tucked it behind the hooks aside, which was decorated with jade-like stone. "Do you want to get up?" Mo Ye held the wash supplies. Mo Xuetong held Mo Lan's hand and got up. At ordinary times, Mo Yu was always the first one appearing by her bedside. "Where is Mo Yu?" Mo Lan burst into a laugh. "Miss, don't look for her now. Yesterday she tried to get me drunk, but she drank even more herself. She was still drunk and hasn't wakened up." Last night, Mo Yu urged them to drink, but she couldn't drink too much herself. Therefore, she also got herself dru
Mo Xuetong didn't imagine the Princess Royal's mansion to be this fancy before visiting here. On the way, she saw ancient trees stretching to the sky. By the fake mountains, strange-looking boulders stood, surrounded by streams. Zigzagging hallways connected pavilions and houses on terraces. From time to time, she could find new scenery she had never seen. Moreover, after the snow yesterday, the branches, rooftops, and trees were all white. Several red plum blossoms stuck out from the snow at the corner of the walls. The blossoms made the scene fresher and more romantic. A breeze blew off pieces of snowflakes, falling like raindrops on Xuetong's shoulders. They playfully glided across her jade white face. Mo Xuetong's cold and beautiful eyes didn't seem to belong to the immortal world. Fluttering long eyelashes, she slowly rolled her eyes, looking indescribably attractive. While observing the scenery, Mo Xuetong didn't expect herself to be t
Mo Xuetong warmly comforted Luo Mingzhu. "Don't worry, cousin. I don't have anything that Her Highness can pry into. Before, she might make things difficult for my elder sister. Now, Her Majesty issued the decreed. My elder sister has to marry into Duke Zhenguo's manor no matter how unwilling she is. Father won't let her attend gatherings either. How can she get in trouble again? Don't worry." Luo Mingzhu hesitated and had to remind Mo Xuetong in case the latter was framed while unaware of it. "I always thought the elder sister of yours, that concubine's daughter, wasn't nice. When you're out of the capital, she acted like a legal daughter in Mo Manor. She looks decent, but she's really good at putting on shows. People also say that she's connected to Ming General's heir, You Yuecheng." Before, Mo Xuemin had been close with Mingguo Manor's You Yue'e. Mo Xuemin almost spent time with You Yue'e in every banquet. She was also close to Ming General's heir, Yo
Bai Yihao lightly smiled. This time, he didn't say anything and just picked the wine Feng Yuran handed. Bai Yihao also slightly raised the cup and gulped it down. Music rang from both banks. A broad boat slowly sailed forward, where high and spacious platforms were set up. On the platforms, a group of dancers from the princess's manor were dancing to the music. Maids who stood on both sides of the platforms were carrying flower baskets. From time to time, they would draw out dried flowers from the baskets and spread them to the banks. The scene looked very beautiful. Beautiful scenery like this in winter was extremely enticing. At that time, the audience burst into cheers. At the table where Luo Youwen sat, there were only four heirs from Four Great Manors. Now, Ding General Manor's hair, Ling Mingfeng, sat at the right side of Luo Youwen. Suddenly, Ling Mingfeng pushed Luo Youwen's hand and lowered his voice to ask, "Youwen, is the girl opp
After the new year, all the noble young masters had been talking about the many beautiful cousins in Ding General Manor. At the center of the discussion, Ling Mingfeng naturally objected to this decision made by the family head very much. Those girls were all pretentious, always waiting for him on his way home with various excuses. They either threw themselves at him or insincerely flattered him. He was so angry that he hadn't visited his grandmother in the backyard for a while. Once, to avoid those so-called "cousins", he had to hide in Chen Yanyu's manor, which was really humiliating. At this time, after Chen Yanyu revealed the trouble he had at home, Ling Mingfeng was really angry. His face grew cold and was about to snap. A languid voice rang over. It was bland, slightly cold and displeased. "Please stop talking. Aunt is about to have people send the lot pot here." They looked up, only to see the capricious King Xuan. His scarlet lips we
However, Ling Mingfeng didn't retort. His eyes were fixed because he could only see her bright eyes and white teeth. She was young now, but in a few years, how beautiful would she turn into? He stayed silent, while You Yuecheng snorted. "What's good with a good look? Noble masters and misses should be talented. I wonder what talent this pretty Third Miss Mo possesses!" He was deprecating Mo Xuetong. Luo Wenyou darted a displeased look toward him and was about to talk. In the meanwhile, Mo Xuetong had started to play the Qin. If Ling Fengyan's piece was as lively as flower's whisper in spring, then Mo Xuetong's carried a cold feature, which suited the winter. The audience couldn't help getting lost in the music. Suddenly, the music sped up like a storm. Between the fierceness are clangs of weapons and horseshoes rang. Bai Yihao considered himself a Qin master, but now, he involuntarily fixed his eyes on the girl opposite, who wa
Everyone had taken their draw and had their names taken down. Then, starting from the female guests' side, to show their noble status, the maidservants listed the name starting from the noblest one. The first one sure was King Chu, Feng Yuxuan; the second was King Yan, Feng Yulei; while the third was King Xuan, Feng Yuxuan; and the fourth was the prince from Yan Kindom, Bai Yihao... An assistant minister's daughter had drawn the stick of King Chu, Feng Yuxuan. She seemed to stutter out of shyness. She only looked at Feng Yuxuan opposite and then her face blushed. Finally, under a few other misses' encouragements did she timidly asked, "I heard Your Highness plays the Di well. I'm wondering if Your Highness will accompany me on my flute." They were going to play Di and flute together! On the other bank, the male guests all cheered, while on this side, most of the female guests thought it funny. Feng Yuxuan smilingl