Chapter 177 Exploration, chaos

If he hadn't been a little rational and knew that this was his boudoir in the middle of the night, Mo Xuetong almost couldn't help roaring.

With a choking voice with pain, grievance and unspeakable despair: "Why did they hurt me again and again? I can only bear it again and again? Can't I resist once? Isn't it ridiculous? I think that I can repay the burden with my own strength and get back the pain they imposed on me little by little? Yes It's not too much! A high-ranking person like you will never understand why a humble person like me has such an idea. Is such a reason enough!"

She suddenly stretched out her hand and wanted to support herself, regardless of the pain in her hands. That kind of pain was really nothing for her now. The pain of her heart was torn. The old wound was turned out again. After tearing it, she found that it was not painless, but because it was hidden in the depths of her heart.

That pain is enough to make her forget everything, rational life, and she can give up everything.

This body is revenge. Even if she dies and can't revenge, what's the point of her life? The pain of her last life reminds her all the time that the viciousness of those two people can't see them plotting against herself again, destroying herself again, and letting herself follow their established path step by step. Go down to the final painful abyss.

If the result is still the same, she would rather die at this time.

It's not good, and it's a little better than the future!

So she is desperate. Even if she deeply believes that Feng Jueran will save herself, so what, or Feng Jueran will save herself, and her life will not be in danger. If she is still designed into the town's mansion, what's the difference from death? No, it should be said that it's worse than death.

She would rather die than enter the Marquis of Zhenguo, and would rather die than have any more relationship with Sima Lingyun.

Her eyes widened in the dark, tears slid down silently, uncontrollably choked at the bottom of her throat, and her tender face was determined and tragic. If so, as long as she used her life to wash away her shame, as long as she died, her father would investigate, her ancestors would investigate, and he would also investigate, and eventually give herself a hand over. Wait.

Whether it is the Marquis of Zhenguo or Feng Jueran, many of his men can use it. It is not difficult to investigate one thing carefully, so Sima Lingyun and Mo Xuemin will be found out. If they accompany their lives, they can be discredited. She is willing! Blood for blood, teeth for teeth. On that day, she would smile at the sky even in the hell, thanking God for giving her the opportunity to revenge.

"Pupil, Tonger!" Sensing the desperate pain of Mo Xuetong, the ice on Feng Jue's face could no longer hang. The dull pain only felt that she could not breathe for a moment. The expression on her face eased down, sat at the head of her bed, and hugged Mo Xuetong, who was struggling to sit up, into her arms.

This time, Mo Xuetong did not struggle, but felt that all her strength had been exhausted during the roar just now!

The weak tears gushed out. In an instant, Feng Jue dyed the purple robe and felt the strong hug on her waist. Feng Jue gently patted her back with one hand, as if she were a newborn baby, and she couldn't control the tears that came out of her lips.

"Pupil, pupil!" In her ear is his low-melling voice, with a strong care that she can't ignore.

The brain no longer thinks and is unable to think. She only feels that an unprecedented warmth warms her heart. At this moment, she no longer thinks, no longer calculates, but just let go of her tears. For the first time after rebirth, she completely indulges her heart, and she has been crying silently, just waiting to cry in the dark.

Finally, I fell asleep in complete relaxation.

Feng Jue dyed carefully let Mo Xuetong lie down, cover her with a quilt, and pinched the corner of the quilt, reflecting the snow light. Mo Xuetong's crying eyes were red and swollen, and there were still tears hanging from the corners of her eyes. Even though she fainted, Qiong's nose also twitched from time to time, gently whimpered like a kitten.

The pale face was full of tears, and the pain that could not be erased between the eyebrows made people's hearts couldn't help but feel together.

Feng Jueran's hand wiped the corners of her eyes, and two tears couldn't hold on. They fell down and fell into his hand. It was cool and removed all the strong and alienated disguises of her. She was fragile and beautiful, lying quietly, like a sleeping beauty, beautiful and delicate. Feng Jueran's palm slowly held up, and her eyes narrowed and leaked With a sharp smell of ice.

Sima Lingyun, Mo Xuemin...

A shadow flashed through the window, and Mo Feng appeared at the window and knelt down.

"Master, Sima Lingyun and Miss Mo went their separate ways after leaving the palace. After the matter of Qingfang Pavilion came out, there was no separation between the two, but the maid beside Miss Mo once dropped something when she got on the bus. When Sima Lingyun's carriage passed by, the coachman got off the horse and picked it up, and then Sima Ling Yun went out of the street and turned to the back door of a jewelry store. After waiting, he came to an inconspicuous carriage. The coachman was from Mofu. After Sima Lingyun got on the carriage, he went to the gate of the palace. Mo Feng reported in detail that since he followed the third Miss of the Mo family, he doubted his master.

Seeing that the master was so angry this time, I was more sure, so I inquired about the matter in detail. Without delay, I immediately rushed back to repay my master.

Although Mo Feng had guessed that Miss Mo San's position in his Highness's heart was different, Mo Feng couldn't help but feel amazed when he saw the blood-eating his Highness in front of him.

Such a wind is not seen by Mo Feng. In the past, no matter what happened, the master was lazy and careless. He has always been arrogant to people in an evil image, unscrupulous and romantic. Originally, with the master's ability, he was only a little cautious about Mr. Bai's affairs, and other things were always dealt with. The clouds are light and the wind is light.

Looking at His Highness's bloodthirsty expression, knowing that His Highness's anger was not because of himself, Mo Feng couldn't help lowering his head and being glanced at by such eyes, and his heart only felt a chill.

It looks like I still underestimated Miss Mo San's position in the heart of the master.

"When did Mo Xuemin come out?" Feng Jue dyed coldly and turned around, with a tall and handsome figure with suffocating pressure.

"After Miss Mo's house returned home, the door of Mo's house was closed, but not long after entering the house, Miss Mo went out of the house with the maid beside her. After going out of the back door, she went straight to the place. The box in that place was set by someone. It is said that she was a housekeeper, and there was nothing special." Mo Feng thought for a moment and made it clear. Tonight's event is full of evil.

Although Sima Lingyun is the son of the Marquis of Zhenguo, it is only a superficial phenomenon. Everyone who knows the inside story knows that the Marquis of Zhenguo is also a flower shelf. How can there be such a detailed arrangement? What happened in the palace suddenly, Sima Lingyun and Mo Xuemin suddenly came out of the palace. Who is it? With such a great ability, such a careful plan can be set in such a short time.

Whether it is the prepared carriage, the coachman in Mofu's own house, or the booked box, the appearance of Mo Xuemin's everything is precise. This is definitely not the handwriting of Sima Lingyun. A big man like him can design a scene of falling into the water and the skin connecting, and it is even more impossible to be outside the palace. Every step is interlocked and suffocating.

"Would you like to find out who the jewelry shop is? If you can't find anything, send someone to squat with my eldest brother and third brother respectively." Feng Jueran looked up and looked out of the window. The sky darkened outside the window. It was the darkest time before dawn. This time was also the time when people's vigilance was the lowest, with a gloomy smile on his lips. "If you see a housekeeper-like person going in and out, If you go in, don't worry about it. Catch him when you get out.

In addition to his two brothers, such a handwriting is really not something that ordinary people can do. Of course, Bai Yihao is also the most likely...

There may be nothing to find in the clothing store, but there is a key figure here. The mysterious butler-like man must not be from the Marquis of Zhenguo or Mofu. Then this abrupt person is worth considering. If it is sent by others, this person will definitely be at the time of the incident. Watching on the spot.

He took the pupil and left such a scene. The situation suddenly changed. As long as the person has a master, such a situation will inevitably return to the master as soon as possible. In order to be afraid of being discovered, it is best for his master to secretly let people leave at the darkest time before dawn.

At this time, if you don't sleep all night, your spirit is the worst. Because the sky is about to dawn, there will be psychological negligence, which is the best time to leave!

"I understand." Mo Ye stood up and was ready to turn over the window and go out.

"Wait a minute," Feng Jueran called him and said, "Leave this matter to Feng Yue. You stay with her and take care of her. If there is such a thing again, come and see you."

"Yes!" Mo Feng didn't dare to say anything more, and his body flashed out of the window.

When the room was quiet again, the original cold and terrible expression could almost condense frost. His fingers clenched into fists, gurgled, and he hit the table heavily on the table and shouted angrily, "Damn it!"

There was a soft knock on the door, and Mo Ye asked softly outside, "Master, what's the matter?" She had been guarding outside, turning off the lights but not sleeping. Unexpectedly, her daughter was still unmarried. There was something that was harmful to the Qing Dynasty. She sent all the maidservants to sleep. She stayed here so that she could have a wind when her master came in.

Mo Lan is smart. When she saw Mo Xuetong's unconscious appearance when she was sent in, she heard her say that. At present, she had nothing to say. She had already pulled Mo Yu to bed, so the person on duty in this room became Mo Ye alone.

She had heard a sound in the room for a long time. The bodyguard who followed her told her that her master had come. When Mo Xuetong returned home, her blood-stained clothes had already been changed. The tightly wrapped hand was covered in the cuffs. When she entered the door, she was half-supported by Mo Ye, and Mo Yu also held it on the other side. shi, he only said that the young lady suddenly had a heartache after leaving the palace, so she was helped back.