Chapter 27 Planning to Borrow Diseases

Mo Xuetong's illness was so fierce that she had a fever that night and her whole body was confused.

She has always been in poor health. When she was in Yuncheng, she stayed because of her poor health. At that time, she was also couldn't get up. Later, she was slightly better in Qin Mansion, and her physique was a little weaker than ordinary people. She couldn't stand the late autumn and early winter weather soaked in cold water and waited for a few maids to change her clothes and lie down in a hurry. After that, I was dizzy and didn't know.

I only felt that my whole body was hot, and my whole body seemed to be like a burnt fish on the stove. Even if I was dizzy, I still felt uncomfortable to die, as if I was about to be suffocated by the barbecue, and I couldn't even breathe. I don't know how long it took for a long before a cold air penetrated from her forehead, making her burning and hot body slowly recover. After some consciousness, he subconsciously shouted softly, "Water, water."

Someone came over and helped her up. The cold water slipped into the hot throat. Like Wang Qingquan, she felt like she was out of the dead in an instant. She opened her eyes slightly and couldn't see the face in front of her. Everything in front of her was shaking and she couldn't see clearly. The man's face seemed to be a little familiar, but the chaotic brain really wanted to Who is it?

The man gently put down her body, wiped her forehead, and probed her temperature. She subconsciously felt annoyed, stretched out her hand to open her forehead impatiently, pouted her cherry lips and muttered something, turned her head, closed her eyes feebly, and fell into a deep sleep.

This sleep was not as uncomfortable as before, but the man tripped her body again. She was stubborn and turned in hard. Later, she simply hugged the pillow and became stronger, but in the end, her strength was still too weak. She was dragged and turned over to the outer bed. Something rolled down her throat, and she went down He opened his mouth consciously and took a few more sips of water.

After falling back to **, no one disturbed her this time.

This sleep lasted until three poles in the sun, and Mo Xuetong opened her eyes with difficulty.

"Miss, are you awake? You really woke up!" The sound of crying with joy around me knew it was Mo Yu's as soon as I heard it.

With the water sent by Mo Yu, she took a slight sip. Mo Xuetong asked hoarsely, "When is it?"

"It's only been a night. It's noon now. In the morning, I prayed for my wife. In the afternoon, I will wait for the time and then go there." Molan's half choked voice came from the side. How could she not know that the young lady hid in the water tank for herself? Mo Ye could only take one person. The young lady was afraid that her injury would worsen.

"Molan... Don't cry, go, send a letter back to the house... I can't get up because I'm sick, and I can't even pray for my mother..." Mo Xuetong closed her eyes, refreshed, leaned against Mo Ye, who half supported her, and said gently.

"Miss?"

"Go." Mo Xuetong did not open her eyes, and her long eyelashes covered her pale and bloodless face, like a porcelain doll, fragile as if it would break with a touch, but the strength of the weak voice made people have no objection.

"Yes, the maidservant will let the frost leaf send a message." Mo Yu stamped her feet, turned around and walked out.

"Come back!" Mo Xuetong suddenly opened her eyes, and her eyes were clear and compelling, not like a patient who just woke up.

Mo Yu just stretched out her foot hanging at the door and looked back at Mo Xuetong puzzledly.

"Let Qiu Ling go... frost leaves..." A faint smile flashed on Mo Xuetong's slightly dry lips. If the frost leaves are not left, the next play will not be sung.

Seeing that Mo Xuetong was weak, she was in good spirits. Mo Lan knew that the young lady had a problem in her heart and quickly motioned Mo Yu to be obedient to pass on.

Mofu

Mo Xuemin's "Female Ring" was copied quickly, and it was all copied by this morning. In order to show that she had not slept at night, she deliberately went to Mohuawen's study as soon as she finished copying.

Mohuawen is dealing with public cases in his study. Although his grade is not high, he is close to the emperor, and he was still used when he was in Emperor Zongwen's mansion, so he was very trusted by Emperor Zongwen. Recently, he has a faint intention of rising, and some of the people of one or two grades are very polite to him.

What was given to him are really useful official documents, not to fool the useless chores of those descendants who have no real power.

"Father." While holding the official document, I heard a gentle and timid voice at the door, "Can my daughter come in?"

He looked up and saw Mo Xuemin appear at the door. This eldest daughter, who had always been the most proud of him, had done a few stupid things recently. He heard about the gate later. Before he could ask what happened at that time, it happened again that brought Sima Lingyun into his sister's inner courtyard.

Is all this really unintentional? Tonger's piano score was left by Luo Xia. Except for Aunt Fang, who knows that she is an outsider, who will spread the message? How could Sima Lingyun know?

Seeing Mo Huawen chanting silently, Mo Xuemin bowed down at the door with a shameful face, but she did not step into the door of the study and did not say sadly: "Father, this matter is Min'er's fault. On that day, I shouldn't have told the third sister about the piano score to the fourth sister. I don't know when the fourth sister told her son again. It's really Min'er's to damage the third sister's name.

"Did you listen to it with Joan?" Mo Huawen asked in a low voice.

"If my father doesn't believe it, he can ask the fourth sister. The fourth sister's maid and my maid are all there. When the two chatted, they just talked about themselves, but they didn't expect to cause such a disaster. The father is all Min'er's fault. Please ask the father to punish Min'er again." With that, he held the "Female Ring" copied in his hand high above his head.

Looking at the truth of what she said, her face was so haggard, there was blood between her eyes, and the speed of copying was so fast. She knew that she must stay up late again. Thinking that she had always been clever and gentle and generous, the servants in the house praised her from time to time, so it should be impossible to do that kind of thing to frame her sister.

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

"Yes, father!" Mo Xuemin gently helped Mo Jin get up and stood up slightly, and almost couldn't stand.

"What's wrong?" Mo Huawen asked.

"Father, it's nothing. Maybe I'm a little tired." Mo Xuemin said with a pale face, holding Mo Jin's hand into the study and salute Mo Huawen again.

Mo Huawen looked at such a polite eldest daughter, and his doubts slowly retreated a lot. He put down the official document in his hand and asked, "What's wrong with Min'er coming here?"

"First, I asked my father to take a look at the "Female Ring" I copied; second, I really can't trust the third sister. The third sister went to pray for her mother for me. I was afraid that the third sister would not know anything for the first time, so she wanted to ask my father to welcome the third sister back, so that she could take care of her if she had something to do." Mo Xuemin smiled gently on her face and looked at Mo Huawen sincerely.

It is completely an image of a good sister who is ignorant, and the last trace of doubt in Mo Huawen's heart also turned into a light smoke.

"Don't worry. Although Tong'er is small, she is also sensible and nothing will happen." Mohua Wendao comforted him softly.

"No, my daughter still wants to go, and she can also pray for her mother. The blessing is what Min'er asked for in front of the Buddha. If she doesn't go, she is disrespectful to the Buddha. Now the third sister is also there. The daughter and the third sister put a pillar of fragrance in front of her mother, and the mother must like it." What Mo Xuetong said was deeply affectionate.

Looking at such a sensible eldest daughter and thinking of his deceased wife Luo Xia, Mo Huawen was inexplicably sad.

"Master, it's not good. The third lady fell ill in the Bao'en Temple. Let someone send a message and can't come back today." The little girl ran in from outside to report.

Is the pupil sick? Mo Huawen stood up. Of course, he knew that Mo Xuetong had been in poor health, but he didn't expect to get sick after only two days up the mountain.

"Father, Min'er is leaving now. The third sister is sick alone on the mountain and has no one to take care of her. Is it okay for Min'er to take care of her?" Mo Xuemin showed a trace of pride in her eyes. Judging from the time, Mo Xuetong had seen Sima Lingyun during this period, and she was bumped into a tryst with Sima Lingyun at night. Mo Xuetong could not argue even if she had a hundred mouths.

At this time, she must think of countermeasures on the mountain. She must rush to Mo Xuetong to figure out a way to go up the mountain. At that time, even if she wants to hide the matter between Mo Xuetong and Sima Lingyun, she can't hide it. This is her purpose of going up the mountain.

"Good!" Mo Huawen's promise this time was very refreshing, which made Mo Xuemin's eyes a layer of resentment.

The car was ready to leave at the back door as soon as Mo Huawen agreed.

"Miss, is that maid still with you?" Holding Mo Xuemin into the carriage, Mo Jin pointed to a little maid standing by the door and asked Mo Xuemin in a low voice.

"Is it the little maid who sent the letter?"

"Yes, she only said that Miss San came back very late last night, and then there seemed to be something big happened in the main room, and there were people crying, and then they were in a mess. She and the maid sent by another aunt Fang were taken in the room, and even the door was locked. She didn't know exactly what had happened. Only the third lady's room The light in it was on all night. Early this morning, the big maid beside the third lady told her that the third lady was ill and asked her to come to the house to report the news. Mo Jin knew that Mo Xuemin wanted to ask these questions, and he had asked clearly in private.

"Waste, you can't even hear such a thing clearly, just let her stay here." Mo Xuemin waved her hand impatiently, and a trace of disgust flashed in her eyes.

The carriage slipped away, leaving only the little maid named Qiu Ling standing still blankly.

It took Mo Xuemin two hours to rush to the Baoen Temple outside the city, hurriedly got out of the carriage, hurried in, and bumped into a man on the road. Fortunately, Mo Jin reacted quickly and blocked her, and she did not fall to the ground. The man repeatedly apologized. At this time, Mo Xuemin's thoughts were all on Mo Xuetong, which was still necessary. Disgusted with life, he didn't look at that person, so he helped Mo Jin to the guest house of the temple.

"How about it? Did you get it?" When Mo Xuemin walked away, a young man with a frivolous face came out behind the big tree on the roadside.

"How can I not do it?" It was a little obscene man who bumped into Mo Xuemin. He raised a sachet in his hand, shook it twice, and said proudly.

"Okay, bring it quickly." The frivolous man stretched out his hand and was about to take it.

The sachet was thrown back and returned to the hands of the obscene man. "It's agreed that you can pay with one hand, deliver with the other, 20 taels of silver, and you can't lose a penny."

"Don't worry, who is missing you? Give it to me, twenty taels, give it to me quickly." The frivolous young man impatiently took out a piece of silver from the bottom of his sleeve and handed it over, and then pulled back the sachet.

When the obscene man got the silver, he immediately smiled and nodded and bowed: "Thank you, sir. In the future, I will take care of the small one if I still have this kind of business."

"Get out!"

"Yes, get out of here immediately. Which lady do you like next time? Just call the little one." The obscene man's smiling face was like a flower. He turned around and flashed quickly through the shadow wall of the temple, and no one was seen in a blink of an eye.

The frivolous young man put the sachet in his arms, but he returned and followed Mo Xuemin's way to the temple.