115 Two similar souls

Just as Mo Xiaoran was about to shout crazily, the little maid finally recovered. Seeing Mo Xiaoran's eyes, she quickly grabbed Mo Xiaoran from the arms of the ninth prince, and then knelt on the ground with her small body in her arms and said respectfully, "Nine, miss, she, um There are no clothes suitable for the lady here, and the lady wants new clothes. I offended my maidservant just now, please forgive me."

At this moment, Mr. Jiu knew how offensive he was. Although this was just a little girl, her psychology was still very uncomfortable, as if she saw a woman's **. I don't know why he had such an inexplicable feeling whenever he saw this little girl. The idea made him unable to figure it out. However, it is really not suitable to think about these things now. Mr. Jiu turned around and left in a hurry.

Soon later, when Mr. Jiu came back again, he held more than a dozen beautiful dresses of different colors and styles, which brightened Mo Xiaoran's eyes. He said that what is concentrated is the essence, and what is petite and exquisite. That's why Chiguoguo explained the meaning of these words. However, just as Mo Xiaoran stared at the pile of clothes with shining eyes, Mr. Jiu retreated quietly.

"Miss, which one do you want to wear?" The little maid held Mo Xiaoran and walked to the more than a dozen clothes brought by Mr. Jiuzi and asked lovingly and gently. Mo Xiaoran found that all women could exert a motherhood in front of children. However, at this moment, Mo Xiaoran didn't have so many thoughts, so he casually pointed to a pale pink one.

Well, I have to say that Mo Xiaoran's vision is very good. This pale pink color sets off her white baby-like skin more delicately, so that the little maidservant dressed for Mo Xiaoran stayed in place. At this moment, the little maid found that there were really people outside the world. I thought The princes of their own are already very beautiful, but the little doll in front of them are more beautiful, but their beauty is not a kind of beauty. The beauty of this little doll is a combination, like the fragile porcelain, like the elegance of gold and silver, like the brilliance of diamonds, and more like the illusory of faint daffodils.

And when the little maid reported to the hall after washing Mo Xiaoran, all the people present at that time were also shocked. They didn't know how to describe the little doll in front of them. The awkwardness just now did not hide the atmosphere in the bones, and now it has been cleaned, just like gold peeled off. The sparkle of the soil. Everyone is thinking that if there are really fairies, I'm afraid it will be like this.

However, the appearance of such a little-ran made the elderly man in the hall frown tightly. After all, such a small doll suddenly appeared, which is still so beautiful. Who can not doubt it? What's more, it is also an eventful time.

"Lao Jiu, did you pick up this child?" The middle-aged man's voice sounded gloomily. He stared at Mo Xiaoran and looked up and down very carefully. While asking the man standing not far away to pick up Mo Xiaoran, his tone and expression were very serious.

"It was picked up by my son." The ninth prince also seemed to see that there was something wrong with the situation at this moment, and also answered very seriously. I don't know why Mo Xiaoran looked at the man's side face and suddenly remembered the man far away from the fox clan.

After looking so carefully, Mo Xiaoran found that they were really similar, not the appearance, but the inadvertent temperament. The white brocade robe is always as white as snow and dust-free, that kind of indifference, that kind of seriousness, that kind of beauty, that kind of extreme similarity in the soul. . Mo Xiaoran never thought that such two people with fundamentally different looks had such similar souls. At this moment, Mo Xiaoran finally understood why she met him, why she believed him so much, and why she was willing to choose him and rely on him to follow him to such an unfamiliar place. The world is so big that there is always a place suitable for you. Why did you choose such a place? Because there is him here, a person with the same soul as him. Mo Xiaoran thought of this and showed a shallow wry smile on the corners of his mouth. However, such a wry smile appeared on the face of such a two or three-year-old child, but It looked unusually strange and added a trace of mystery to Mo Xiaoran.

"What's her name?" When Mo Xiaoran came to his senses, the ninth son's father suddenly asked here. Mo Xiaoran looked at the ninth son curiously to see how the man should answer.

"Xiao Ran..." When these two words came out of the man's mouth, Mo Xiaoran was surprised and shocked. It seems that he should have known it, but Mo Xiaoran didn't tell this man. Ha ha, is this also spiritual communication? Mo Xiaoran had some sarcastic thoughts.

"Okay, you can leave her, but if anything happens in the future, it will be counted on you. Everyone's choice has to pay a certain price. Lao Jiu, you have to remember it forever. I don't know what the father and son said during that period of Mo Xiaoran's wandering. In the end, the man compromised. Mo Xiaoran also knew that such a negotiation was not an easy thing. Just like that man said, every choice has to pay a certain price. This is the reality teaching. Give us the most real thing.

"Okay, all retreat." Under the man's order, all the sons obediently saluted and quietly left. No one would pay attention to the negotiation process, because such a result was far more hot than the process.

When the ninth son took Mo Xiaoran from the little maid's arms, Mo Xiaoran's eyes full of light stared at him so tightly, as if to convey some message.

"Well, you can stay and learn better in the future. Our family is very big, but if we pay less attention, we will disappear into the world forever. Do you understand?" The ninth son gently rubbed Mo Xiaoran's long soft black hair, and muttered softly in Mo Xiaoran's ear. He didn't know if it was Mo Xiaoran's illusion or something. Unexpectedly, he heard a little sadness from the soft voice. Mo Xiaoran raised his hand and rubbed his hair like him, allowing the little hand to penetrate it. When there were three thousand green silk, Mo Xiaoran thought of the soft fox hair and couldn't help rubbing it a few more times. Then, she couldn't help laughing, and the crisp laughter resounded in the far sky.

"Hey, Lao Jiu, where did you find such a living treasure?" At this time, the charming man in a fiery red brocade robe slowly came over, put an arm on the ninth prince's shoulder and asked.

"Yes, it's fun after our palace. Come on, girl, give my brother a smile." Another man in a light blue brocade robe also came over and said, pinching his hand on Mo Xiaoran's fat face and flirting with him.

However, Mo Xiaoran glanced at the frivolous man with no face, and then turned his head with a hum, completely ignoring the existence of this person. Now, it's this person's turn to be depressed.

"Haha, you see, your romantic appearance doesn't work against this little girl. People don't even look at you." The man in a fiery red brocade robe said with a laugh. Then, he walked around to the opposite side of Mo Xiaoran, patted his hands gently, and said gently, "Come on, how about let my brother hug him?" We will be a family in the future.

"Pot, go home, feel." Mo Xiaoran tried his best to think about the tone and form of the child's speech, and did his best to imitate it. Finally, he resisted the idea that he wanted to vomit and said this sentence completely. Sweaty and sweaty. A woman like this now has to pretend to be a child. Shit, is there any reason for this? God knows. Why did you become such a ghost after sleeping? Although it's cute enough, isn't it too childish? And I can't think and act according to my 20s soul, let alone talk.

We can think about whether you would be crazy if there was a two- or three-year-old watery child in front of you, but did some very mature movements and then said something so vicissitudes? I think all people will think that they have seen a ghost, otherwise they will have a dream. Who can accept it? Even if others can accept it, they can't accept it.

Damn, won't I travel through time? Such an idea flashed from Mo Xiaoran's mind, but when he saw that the traces of moon marks that had already been reflected in his chest were still there, Mo Xiaoran consciously gave up such an idea.

"Alas, look at your little girl. I just offended my second brother and third brother. What can I do in the future?" Just as Mo Xiaoran's thoughts returned to reality, he suddenly heard the man holding him sigh, and his tone was very helpless.

"Pot, Lun's family has a pot." Mo Xiaoran also learned to be smart this time. First, he put a big hat on the man and looked at him and still wanted to care about himself in the future. Humph, since he picked up his scourge, he had to be responsible to the end. Relying on you is also a choice. I hope the price this time will be less.

"Alas, okay, you can always say such an amazing word at the critical moment." The man holding him said helplessly, but the corners of his mouth always rose. Mo Xiaoran knew that this was the man's approval.