Chapter 231 The scum met the scum and bumped into Lan Xinru

The carriage of Zhenguo Houfu was running on the street, and Sima Lingyun's face in the carriage was still not good-looking. Thinking that he had just been looked down upon by everyone in the Marquis of Ming'an and finally laughed, his handsome face was a little twisted. He grabbed the cushion on one side and fiercely suppressed the roar at the bottom of his heart. One day, He will let those people see that Sima Lingyun will never be so promising.

Suddenly, the carriage seemed to hit something and suddenly stopped.

"What's the matter?" Sima Lingyun said coldly, suppressing the impulse to pick up the teacup on one side and throw it out.

"The son, the carriage hit a girl." The driver said respectfully outside.

Have you hit someone? Sima Lingyun frowned, let go of the teacup, lifted the curtain and went out. These days, the Marquis of the Town is in the limelight. How dare he cause more trouble?

"Miss, miss, how are you? How are you? If you are injured, what should you do if you call a maidservant?" A maid's eager crying came. Sima Lingyun looked there and saw a woman with a fragile face, a little tears in her paleness, covering her legs and sitting on the ground, but she couldn't even say a word, which was extremely pitiful.

"What's wrong? Where did you hit?" Sima Lingyun squatted down and asked gently.

"May I ask who you are..." Lan Xinru raised her charming face and asked timidly.

"This is the prince of our country." The driver replied.

The son of the Marquis of Zhenguo? Lan Xinru was happy and looked at Sima Lingyun's young and handsome face. Her face became more and more painful. She covered her legs and seemed to want to stand up before she sat up and involuntarily fell into Xiaolian's arms. The corners of her lips trembled slightly, and she couldn't even speak.

"Did you hurt your leg?" Sima Lingyun reached out and touched the wound she covered and found that it was slowly immersed in blood. Sure enough, it was hurt.

"I can't move my legs." Lan Xin raised her tears and said pitifully.

That delicate appearance greatly satisfied Sima Lingyun's heart that was abandoned by everyone at this time. He immediately felt that the beautiful, pure and cute woman in front of him was so much. Thinking that such a beautiful woman was injured by his carriage and didn't care about anything else, he picked her up and put her in his carriage while letting the carriage quickly go to the street. The head hospital ran to the hospital.

Xiaolian got into the carriage neatly as early as when Sima Lingyun picked up Lan Xinru.

"How are you hurt? Is the pain severe? Sima Lingyun in the carriage thought for a moment to open her calf tube, but saw that a piece of cloth was broken on her white and tender calf, and blood oozed out of it.

Lan Xinru blushed and wanted to withdraw her leg, but she was tightly grasped by him. For a moment, she softened her body and couldn't help leaning on Sima Lingyun and said with tears, "It hurts, prince, I'm so painful."

"Don't be afraid, it's okay. It's okay when you get to the hospital in front of you." Sima Lingyun breathed a sigh of relief and comforted him. This was just a broken skin and did not hurt his muscles and bones. It was not a big problem. Finally, it was a blessing in misfortune.

"Will I break my leg?" Lan Xinru looked at Sima Lingyun with tears and said, "If it breaks, what can I do? I have to find my aunt. If I can't find it, I'm a lonely woman..." After saying that, she sobbed and cried.

"It's okay, it's okay, it doesn't matter, it's not broken." Sima Lingyun hurriedly patted her on the shoulder and comforted her softly. Only then did she find that she was held in her arms. She was soft and warm and pitiful. Because of the pain, her body trembled a little and looked more delicate and painful.

"Is it really not broken?" As if looking for a pillar, his tearful eyes looked at Sima Lingyun timidly, which immediately made Sima Lingyun a little arrogant. The manhood that had been worn out in the past few days immediately held high to the extreme, gently touched the skin of her wound with his hand, and once again said softly, "It's okay. It's okay to wrap it up in a while. ."

"But I still hurt!" Lan Xinru said with tears and looked at him pitifully. The timidity there suddenly satisfied Sima Lingyun's masculinity. She only felt that the woman in front of her was cute, pitiful and painful. At that moment, she hugged her and asked her gently, "Isn't she from the capital?"

"No, I came to find my aunt, but I couldn't find the address my aunt gave me, so I had to rent a yard in the city, but in the past few days, there is still no trace. If I can't find it again, what should I do?" Lan Xinru cried in his arms, and Sima Lingyun, who cried, was also heartbroken. He couldn't help comforting him softly, "It's okay. If there is really no place to go, just stay at my house first and hit you. You have to show it."

After saying that, Sima Lingyun himself was also stunned. There have been so many things in the house these days, but he really has no intention to mind his own business. For a moment, he has said something, but he regrets a little.

"Is it really okay?" The timid voice, accompanied by the tender white hands holding his skirt, Sima Lingyun's regret immediately turned into Yunyan, holding the person in his arms tighter and nodded hard. One aunt in the house also raised it, and the two aunts also raised it, hitting Mo Xuemin's face, at least to make herself less angry.

I didn't see Lan Xinru's proud face in my arms at all!

Didn't the Mo family drive her out? She would not make them feel better. Hearing that the marriage was Mo Xuemin, she took his favor, which made Mo Xuemin sad and Mo Huawen regret driving her out.

She attributed all her tragic situation to Mofu, but she didn't think about how she would have come to such an end if she hadn't suffered by herself.

Qingwei Garden

Mo Xuetong sat in front of the window and looked at the medical book sent to her by Feng Jue Ran, which was very easy to understand.

The room is quiet, only the sound of the pages turning. In winter, the room is warm, and Mo Xuetong casually puts her hair and leans against the couch.

"Miss, you can go to bed first. You will hurt your eyes in a while." Molan walked lightly when she entered the door and brought her a cup of tea. Seeing her stop reading, she said anxiously.

"It's okay. I'll sleep in a while. Is Mo Yu back?" Mo Xuetong raised her head with a smile. Molan didn't say it was okay. This was still a little tired and leaned back.

"Mo Yu has just come back and found a house to live in for her distant cousin, but these days, it is said that the eldest prince of the State of Yan is here, so it has been under martial law these days, and no one guarantees that she really can't even rent a house." Molan smiled and put a cushion behind Mo Xuetong.

Mo Yu's cousin came to find a job in the capital today, but she didn't want to find a job in the end of the New Year, and there were no one in many places. She simply lived first. So Mo Yu asked Mo Yu to help find a house. She went out in the afternoon and didn't come back until now. It can be seen that it was not easy to find this house.

"Why did the eldest prince of Yan come so quickly? Didn't he say it only a few days ago?" Mo Xuetong frowned. As for what was said a year ago, based on this journey, the eldest prince came a little faster. It seemed that he had not been in the State of Yan for years. Why did he come so fast? The two countries did not ask for anything. What made the eldest prince come so fast?

It is said that the eldest prince of the State of Yan is the first queen of the Yan Emperor, who is both direct and the eldest, but he doesn't know why the prince fell into Bai Yihao's hands. What's strange thing is that the two countries are protons with each other is only a superficial thing, but the State of Yan sent their noble prince to the State of Qin and is not afraid of the prince's palace. If there is a good or evil in the State of Qin, the State of Yan will have to re-elect the crown prince again.

Of course, Mo Xuetong knew that this possibility would not happen. With Bai Yihao's strength, self-defence is not a problem at all, but the question is, is the Qin Emperor not worried about the accident of his chosen successor in Qin? There is not only one son of Emperor Yan. In addition to the eldest son and the second son, there are also many princes. Why must Bai Yihao come here?

"Miss, it is said that the reason why this prince is in a hurry is that he wants to come to our draft. There is a legend that this eldest prince is here to marry the two countries, and then the two countries can no longer rise up with swords." Molan smiled and pushed the candlelight to Mo Xuetong.

Does this mean that the concubine of the eldest prince of the State of Yan can not be a princess?

Why!

Mo Xuetong rubbed her head and decided not to think about these. Anyway, the State of Yan is too far away from herself and has nothing to do with her. Not to mention the matter of the State of Yan, even the excited draft of most of the lady of the State of Qin, if she does not want to participate, there is reason to reason to reason.

The mother's death is not completed. This is not a draft. As long as the emperor personally calls his own name, these things have nothing to do with him.

Mo Xuetong put down her book, stretched out, looked at the beating lights, and smiled gently: "Go to see Mo Yu can eat. If not, heat the food we left for her in the evening. After eating, go to bed early. There is still something to deal with."

"The maidservant has let people heat up. Miss, don't worry. You'd better go to bed first. Just now, Mo Ye said that Moxiu has entered Lihua Garden according to what we said. It is estimated that it will break out in these two days. The queen's marriage has come down, and the young lady can't wait." Molan answered with a smile, took a foot stove and put it in her quilt.

Her feet touched and shrank, but Mo Xuetong felt warm and stretched out to cover it on the side. Even the quilt was soft and warm: "How is my father's betrothal preparation? Since my aunt was wronged to marry her father as a step-in-house, she can't wrong her to go. Some of the things left by her mother will be moved back to her father."

In the past few days, Mo Huawen was preparing for the bride price. Because it was a step-in-room, he did not prepare much. Moreover, Mo Huawen did it himself. What did he know? It was not as good as Mo Xuetong's previous life. At that time, in order to show his respect for her, Sima Lingyun, the bride price was also very gorgeous.

"Miss, don't worry, the maidservant will move the part integrated by the young lady to the master's yard tomorrow, and it will be specially cleaned today." Mo Huawen also had a garden, but because he had never lived there, he was a little idle. The newcomer entered the door and naturally chose the main courtyard, but that yard was the best. Mo Huawen also told Mo Xuetong that he wanted to be there, so Mo Xuetong decided to choose some suitable decorations to put them in.

"He Xia moved out in the past two days. Mo Yu found a house today and simply asked her to go out tomorrow to help He Xia find a room and live in first. The house is a little chaotic these days. I'm afraid that others will find her." Mo Xuetong said inexplicably that she felt that she could not be found by someone. After thinking about it, she told Mo Landao.

"Okay, I'll go and say to Mo Yu later. Don't worry, Aunt Fang will definitely not do it tomorrow. We still have time." Mo Lan'an said in her heart.

Mo Xuetong nodded and lay down slowly. Her long eyelashes flashed and she wanted to say anything. Finally, Molan blew out the light, gently retreated, and gently closed the door for her.