Chapter 163 Gentle Trap in the Night

Tonight, at the palace feast, the maids of all palaces have something to do. She can't leave for too long, otherwise it won't be clear.

"How did my sister know that I was Miss Mo San? Unfortunately, my sister is wrong. I'm Miss Mo Si. Mo Xuetong was unmoved, and there was a smile on her lips, with a delicate smile in her shallowness, as if she was talking to her bosom sister. She glanced sideways at the maid of honor and smiled as beautiful as flowers.

"Are you not Miss Mo San? It's impossible. Your Mo's house will come. You and Miss Mo. How can you sit behind Miss Mo? How can you not be Miss Mo San? Miss Mo Si is not in the palace. The maid was shocked and said subconsciously. After saying that, she realized what she had said. It was impossible to cover her mouth again, and her face suddenly turned pale.

"It turns out that the one sitting behind my elder sister must be me!" Mo Xuetong's face showed a bright smile, and she was clear in her heart. No wonder Mo Xuemin must have asked to sit in front of her today and next to her. A young lady wanted to sit close to Mo Xuemin, but she was also gently refused by her, saying that she wanted to be with herself, showing her deep sisterhood. It turned out that it was for Be a coordinate for yourself, lest others find you wrong.

"Miss San, let's hurry up..." The maid of honor found something wrong and said eagerly. Looking at the bright lights around her, she only felt panicked and just wanted to bring people to the ground quickly. It was not easy to confuse this Miss Mo San's wisdom.

Before she finished her words, she suddenly fell down and fell straight on the road. The lantern in her hand slipped strange marks in the air and landed on a stretched slender hand.

"Idiot, how do you know that the trap is over." Under the thick shade of a tree, Feng Jue dyed and stood under the tree, holding the dim yellow lantern in one hand. There was a little evil anger in his beautiful eyes, and a little hatred for iron and steel.

Inexplicably, Mo Xuetong blushed and stared angrily at his evil beautiful eyes and said with hatred, "I want you to take care of it!"

Since the inexplicable separation that day, this person has no more information. Mo Xuetong never admits that the night was too beautiful, so that she now thinks that Feng Jueran is full of annoyance. How can this person do this? He provoke people for no reason, but now he seems to appear like nothing. In front of myself.

I don't know how his injury is, and I don't have a letter to say. Usually, I see him very busy. I haven't even reported my safety these days. She is embarrassed to ask Mo Ye and Mo Feng.

"What's the matter? Are you really angry? No way, I didn't come here to help you." Feng Jue's beautiful eyes flashed, and the corners of his mouth became bigger and bigger. He came over and coaxed softly. Mo Ye over there retreated early and stood in the distance to let them go out for them.

"Who needs your help?" Seeing his handsome and flawless face, Mo Xuetong suddenly became more and more angry. She only felt a nameless fire. She suddenly turned around and said with hatred. She felt uncomfortable, which made her feel that she couldn't say anything. She only felt annoyed. She was very annoyed when she saw that face.

Mo Ye shrank in the distance. She was Feng Jueran's subordinate. Naturally, she knew how evil a person his master was. He had never done anything. The deep dignity that penetrated through the bones was frivolous and could not be ignored. He had ever seen a woman so presumptuous in front of him. I scolded him with my nose.

The master won't be really angry with the young lady! If you are really angry with the young lady, how can you help her? The master's ability can't be stopped by himself, and he doesn't dare to really fight with the master.

She hesitated, but Feng Jueran was not angry at all. Seeing her strong but lonely and thin figure in the wind, her mood became softer and softer. She turned to her and stood still and coaxed, "Okay, I'll help you. Can't I help you?"

Mo Xuetong didn't know where he had such a bad temper today. He turned around again, turned his back to him, and said angrily, "I don't want your help. I will solve my problems myself. Please don't appear beside me in the future, so that I won't be wrong and show my feelings."

After saying this, Mo Xuetong almost bit her tongue. No matter how she heard it, it seemed to be coquettish, and her shy face turned red.

Feng Jueran smiled and bent her eyebrows. On her handsome and almost evil face, a pair of beautiful eyes could almost shine brightly in people's hearts in an instant. As soon as she reached out and took Mo Xuetong's hand, regardless of whether she was still struggling, she pulled her to a big tree and stood still. She nodded gently and whispered in her ear, "Someone!"

The warm breath, with the unique breath on his body, instantly reddened Mo Xuetong's face. For a moment, he was so ashamed that he couldn't even say anything. He only felt that his whole body was hot and burning. His breath was full of light dragon fragrance. In panic, Mo Xuetong unexpectedly thought of these things. He immediately turned his face and forced his attention. The force fell in front of him, and his lazy laughter was in her ear, but she was so weak that she couldn't look back and stared at him.

Feng Jueran was very proud. He stretched out his hand to hold her tightly in his arms and smiled more and more evil.

Mo Ye also heard the voice, and his body flashed. He picked up the skirt of the maid who fell to the ground. In his hand, the lantern was extinguished by the wind, and then he took the lantern to the other side.

Three people here are hiding, and three more figures appeared at the end of the path over there. Similarly, a figure stood in the distance to let out the wind, and two slowly walked to the place where Mo Xuetong and they hid. There was no light here. The light outside shone through the tree shadow and sprinkled with the faint moonlight. It turned out to be ink. Xuemin and Sima Lingyun.

"Min'er, do you really want me to go there?" Sima Lingyun asked with a frown.

If that hadn't happened just now, he would have been anxious to go there. Not to mention Mo Xuetong's identity, she herself also aroused his interest. If he could be found when he was with her, he wouldn't care about losing some reputation, but now he can't. His reputation is because of Sima Heyan and Mo Xueminji. After being suspected, if something happens again, the title of the Marquis of Zhen may never fall on his head.

"Let's change. You are now looking for someone to deceive that person. At that time, you will find that Mo Xuetong will meet with that person in the palace and have such a reputation. I think Mo Xuetong can still marry." Mo Xuemin's face was ugly. What was supposed to be stable became unsmooth because of Sima Heyan's insertion in the middle. How could she not resent it?

Mo Xuemin also has such concerns. The matter just now has involved two people. If Sima Lingyun makes trouble again, it will inevitably involve what happened before. Now he just wants to keep a low profile and let that matter be quiet. How can he remind others of what just happened?

At this time, Sima Lingyun can't have an accident again.

"What kind of person should I change?" Sima Lingyun hesitated for a moment and asked, with a trace of reluctance flashing in his eyes.

"Find a person with a poor background and a bad reputation. It's better to attract a group of people in the family who have been married and concubines to have a private meeting with Mo Xuetong. In this way, even if Mo Xuetong is married, it is at most the identity of an ordinary wife. A good daughter does not respect and love herself. She prefers those cheap women and teaches privately to others. Such leisure Speaking of which, Mo Xuetong still has the face to live in Mo's house. Maybe it's best if she dies. Mo Xuemin smiled coldly, and the moonlight fell on her face. Between half yin and half yang, it made life a little ferocious for no reason.

"But this is not good for your reputation, is it?" Sima Lingyun was silent for a moment and finally asked.

"What, do you pity her? Or do you want to have a fight with both of her and make her have to marry you? Unfortunately, we originally planned to do this, but your brainless stupid sister ruined everything. If you make any more trouble at this time, there will be nothing. Mo Xuetong said coldly and glanced at Sima Lingyun.

Thinking of the title he got immediately and couldn't stand any wind and rain, Sima Lingyun immediately made a decision that his title was more important. Although beauty is rare, she can't exchange it with her own identity. Moreover, Mo Xuetong can only marry a lustful and useless person in the future. When she is proud, she will get her. It's not difficult to hide in a golden house in your own backyard.

After thinking about this, a smile appeared on Sima Lingyun's face, hurriedly said a word to Mo Xuemin, and turned around and left the path.

"Miss, is this okay?" Moxiu, who was guarding in the dark, came over and asked uneasily.

"What's the matter!" Mo Xuemin stared at Mo Xiu fiercely and said coldly, "This time, Mo Xuetong will have to marry a coward if she doesn't die, and she is not the identity of the wife. At that time, she will have any face to take care of the Mo family. As long as the Yu family is more energetic and her aunt will play another scene, her father will forgive my aunt for me and my younger brother, and wait for her aunt. My mother helped me. I am the real eldest daughter. I want Mo Xuetong to kneel at my feet and beg me for mercy.

She hated the bitch Mo Xuetong and thought of stepping on her like mud when she had a chance.

"Let's go and see how my good sister is shameless and hooked up with men in the palace!" A hateful smile at the corners of his lips.

Mo Xuetong, you also have today. How did you suppress me earlier? How can you return it later? You deserve it. You will always live in the mud.

Looking at Mo Xuemin delicately holding Moxiu away, Mo Xuetong turned out from behind the tree and frowned slightly. Mo Xuemin designed her, which was unexpected and unexpected.

The maid of honor speaks well, and her status in the palace should not be low. Mo Xuemin is not that capable, but Mo Xuemin personally admitted that this is behind Mo Xuemin...

"Do you want to go to Qingfang Pavilion?" Feng Jue dyed his eyes and came up to ask.

"Where is Qingfang Pavilion?" Mo Xuetong is not familiar with this palace at all. In her last life, she had no contact with the palace and was trapped in the Marquis of Zhenguo, as long as she died on the day of death.

"Qingfang Pavilion is a good place, that place, huh, excellent." Feng Jueran suddenly salivated and smiled. Her handsome face was even more enchanting in the moonlight. Looking at the evil handsome face, it was difficult to make people's heart beat. Mo Xuetong turned around uncompromptly and didn't want to look at the hurried handsome face. Suddenly, she remembered that she was still angry with him and simply ignored him.