Chapter 32 Family Festival Storm 1

The quiet days pass quickly. Half a month has passed in a blink of an eye. In this half month, there is nothing to do in the family. In a few days, it will be the time for the Mofu family sacrifice. In fact, Mofu is also a Qingliu family. It is a family with a long history in the State of Qin. Although the direct line has not had any amazing senior officials, in Qingliu He is very famous. Mo Huawen is the eldest son of Mofu, and this family sacrifice is naturally presided over by him.

Unlike the sacrifice of ordinary families, the head of the family must invite famous celebrities to host and invite other Qingliu to watch the ceremony together. All the legitimate sons and daughters must put on the coarse cloth clothes unique to the family sacrifice and kneel in the ancestral hall to show their filial piety to their ancestors and sincere respect to their guests.

Mo Xuetong is the only direct daughter of this generation of the Mo family, and this matter is irrelegate!

So this day, Aunt Fang asked someone to give Mo Xuetong the clothes for the family festival, a set of white coarse cloth skirts, which only wrapped thin hairs around the cuffs of the neckline to prevent cold.

"Miss, Aunt Fang is too careless. Why did she send such clothes to Miss?" Xu's mother turned over her clothes and couldn't help saying angrily.

"What's wrong with the clothes?" Mo Xuetong laughed hoarsely and turned the corners of the mouth of the medical book in her hand.

"The clothes sent by Aunt Fang are right. The styles are right and look thick, but the old slave finds that many lines are very rough. In some places, the threads are thick and hard and pricked. It looks nothing on the surface, but if the young lady wears it, she will inevitably prick her skin. The family sacrifice is long and small. If I wear such a suit, my whole body will sting. Xu's mother entered the inner room with Mo Xuetong and muttered angrily, "I haven't seen you for more than a year. Aunt Fang is getting more and more poisonous. This is trying to kill the lady!"

At this point, she looked at Mo Xuetong worriedly, but what appeared in front of her was Mo Xuetong with a faint smile.

Do you want to kill yourself? Of course not!

Aunt Fang did not dare to frame herself so blatantly. She turned over the clothes placed on the side. The plain coarse cloth was originally prepared for the family sacrifice. In order to reflect the simplicity of the family sacrifice, even if it was all threaded, it was nothing to say. It was originally a thick cloth. Even if she took it, it would only make people I feel delicate and unreasonable.

The delicate fingers touch it, and there is always a thread that is particularly pricked. If unintentional people think that the thread is just thicker, Mo Xuetong knows that it is a kind of thread called "sky silkworm needle" mixed with thick thread. This kind of thread is not native to the State of Qin, and few people will know it. I heard that it is far away from the State of Yan. There is a mysterious silkworm in the region that can spit this kind of silk thread, and Mo Xuetong saw it from a novel.

This kind of thread, called "sky silkworm needle", has the same appearance as the general thick thread, but when you wear it on the body and get the heating of the person, it will become like a needle. At first, it is a needle, then ten needles, and finally it pricks people like ten thousand needles. May I ask, who can wear such a dress.

When you take it off, this dress is no different from ordinary coarse cloth clothes. You can't even find it out. Aunt Fang is really easy to calculate. If you wear such a dress and stay with ten thousand needles, how can you sit quietly? If you move because of this, you will just be crowned with family sacrifices and ignore filial piety and arrogantly ignore your ancestors. Patriarchy is arrogant and rude before the guests.

Such accusations are enough to ruin a woman's life.

"Miss, how can you wear such clothes? Aunt Fang is really too much. Do you want to talk to the master?" Xu's mother was simply angry that Aunt Fang didn't let her clean the thread and asked angrily.

Mo Xuetong smiled and shook her head and said, "Mom is fine. It's just dressing for a while, and it doesn't matter."

"But Miss..." Xu's mother was still worried.

"Mom will prepare some thick clothes for me at that time. No matter how hard the thread is, it can still be stuck in the clothes."

Ordinary needles and threads are not good, but "sky silkworm needles" are OK.

Xu's mother thought about it and felt that she didn't wait for time. Molan and Moyu went outside to make a thick coat for Mo Xuetong.

The next morning, Mo Xuetong got up very early. Today was the day of the family sacrifice. Molan sent her breakfast. There was only a light butterfly cucumber and a bowl of porridge. Today is the day of the family sacrifice. There was not much food, but this was too little. Mo He put the porridge heavily on the table: "Miss, the kitchen is only given We said that we could only eat these today.

How can a young lady eat such a small bowl of porridge? And the most important thing is that the young lady's next meal is not allowed to eat until the evening. How can the young lady be weak all day?

"No, that's enough! Very good!" Mo Xuetong smiled, picked up the bowls and chopsticks, and ate them elegantly.

A bowl of porridge was not much, and it was finished after a while. Mo Xuetong quietly put down the bowl in her hand and put on the plain coarse cloth clothes under Molan's service. Her hair did not draw out a beautiful bun, but casually scattered it and tied a light belt behind her hair. This was a lady of the Jin Dynasty. The dress is very in line with the customs that the Mo family has inherited for thousands of years.

Mo Xuetong came to the front hall in a coarse cloth plain clothes. The Mo family has no legitimate son. Her daughter bears an important weight in the family sacrifice, so her clothes today are also different from the usual skirts. The robe has wide sleeves, which are a little neutral and beautiful. The long black hair is loose and waist, and the wide robe is beautifully tied with a slender waist. Feng, that kind of plain thick clothes did not reduce her beauty, but made her add some water to the natural beauty of Hibiscus.

When she came to the hall, she stayed in the hall, but did not go in. Because Mo Huawen did not have a legitimate son, her daughter acted as a member of the legitimate son at the door. Molan Moyu accompanied her. Molan put down the mat in her hand and asked her to kneel on it. Mo Yu tidy arranged her skirts for her, and both of them knelt down respectfully to sit on her. Behind you.

In the morning, it was Mohuawen's time to receive foreign guests. At noon, there was no meal, and in the afternoon, it was a real family sacrifice. What she needed to do was to kneel at the door in the morning and accompany her father in the afternoon. And because she was a legitimate daughter, there were some things she couldn't do, so just follow Mo Huawen behind her. .

There were not many guests, but they were all famous people. Mo Xuetong lowered her eyebrows and knelt down. Every guest came, she bowed down respectfully with Molan Moyu and made a deep kneeling. When the guests entered the door of the hall, she got up. The tingling in her thick clothes changed from faint to sharp, especially her When she raised her head, the specially processed "thick threads" pierced her delicate skin like needles.

The sharp tingling made her head begin to appear dense beads of sweat, and a faint pale face. The fingers lying on her hand trembled twice, and there were tolerant blue veins on her hand.

Mo Yu intuitivelyzhu her young lady on the side and found her abnormality. She knelt down and raised her body. Just as she was about to speak, she knelt down with Mo Xuetong as soon as she was pulled by Molan, and someone came again!

The light white robe appeared with Mo Xuetong, and his weak body slowly fell down under the robe and respectfully tied the guests. This is what the legitimate son must do. The more respectful he is to the guests, the more sincere the owner's heart is.

The light white robe did not walk away immediately like other guests, but stopped in front of her and reported: "Mr. Bai is here!"

It's really Bai Yihao!

Mo Xuetong's body on the ground involuntarily tightened. Although she knew that Bai Yihao would help her, she was still inexplicably nervous. She had a kind of fear of Bai Yihao from her previous life. She always felt that there was too much darkness under the white and handsome face. That was not the corner she could touch. Although she was reborn, But he is unwilling to be a pawn and repeat a different tragedy.

She didn't know why Bai Yihao's behavior in the State of Qin was so different from that in the State of Yan, and she didn't want to know, so when she first met Bai Yihao, she exchanged this help with him at the same price, which showed that the two were just a trading relationship. She was just a weak girl and could not afford his hegemony.

Bai Yihao stood in front of her and looked at the white and delicate hands with blue veins beating in a little forbearance. His eyes flashed and asked calmly and gently, "Why is the daughter so tired that she is not feeling well?"

As soon as he said this, the people chatting in the hall turned their heads and looked at Bai Yihao, which was also noticeable wherever he went as Bai Yihao.

The identity of the direct son or daughter of the guest at the door is different from usual. Even the direct daughter is also used as the direct son, so today Mo Xuetong is the direct son of the Mo family. If the guest wants to say a few words, it is also normal. It is only because Mo Xuetong returned to the Mo family and no one is familiar with each other, so the guests who enter do not I talked to her once.

"No physical discomfort, please come in!" Mo Xuetong knelt down calmly and said faintly, still lying still. There was only the white robe in the corner of her eyes. She was white and dazzling, and she knelt quietly. Her waistline was slender and slender, like a blooming white lotus, and she was more enchanting in the roughness.

"There is no physical discomfort, why do your fingers tremble, sweat on the back of your fingers, and your body tremble?" He asked gently with a low smile. In front of so many people, he said words of concern in that low, clear and beautiful voice like mountain springs, which was very touching at such a moment.

In the hall, Mo Huawen heard that he came out quickly and saw Bai Yihao. His eyes followed Bai Yihao's eyes and fell on Mo Xuetong's hand lying on the ground. Sure enough, the blue veins on his delicate hand were horizontally and shivered slightly. Obviously, he was holding back something hard and asked urgently, "Pupil, he is not in good health. If it's really No, let Min'er replace you. Go and have a rest!"

"Father Tong's is fine, and there is no discomfort!" Mo Xuetong lowered her head and knelt on the ground, and her voice was still calm and gentle. If it hadn't seen her sometimes ** fingers, no one would have found that she had endured to the limit.

Mo Yu behind her couldn't help but get up and open her mouth. Molan beside her suddenly pulled her clothes and pulled her down again.

Although such a action is small, it still falls into the eyes of Mo Huawen.