In the past few days, Mo Qingning has been depressed all day long, and his beautiful little face has been stained with pale and haggard a lot.

On that day, after the old prince personally tied Xiao Chengfan to Mofu to ask for sin, he made a marriage contract with her.

Thinking that she was the dignified daughter of Mofu, the first beauty of Dayan, but in the end she married a concubine of the Xiao Mansion, which made her hold her head up in front of the sons and ladies of the nobles of the family in the future?

"Ning'er, eat something!" Luo personally walked in with the millet porridge that had just been boiled.

Her Ning'er hasn't eaten much in the past few days, if her body collapses, what can she do?

Her pale lips moved, and she looked over with a vacant look: "Mother, Ning'er doesn't want to eat." ”​

The worry between his eyebrows was even worse, and Luo Shi said earnestly: "Ning'er, stay in the green mountains and don't be afraid of no firewood." ”​

What green hills are there for her? Now she seems to be able to see this life at a glance.

The gray color under her eyes was like thick ink gradually blurring, and she smiled bitterly: "Marrying Xiao Chengfan, what hope does Ning'er have in this life?"

What kind of storm can a concubine next to the Xiao Mansion withstand? How can she be willing to ask her Mo Qingning to follow such a person who does nothing?

The warm palm fell on the back of the slightly cool hand, and Luo said distressedly: "That Xiao Mansion is just a fool, if Xiao Chengfan is more angry, he will not have a chance to turn over." ”

Mo Qingning sneered: "Xiao Chengfan is not loved by the old prince, what is the chance to turn over?"

Luo shook his head slightly: "Ning'er, don't forget, the old prince is old now, if he goes, this Xiao Mansion may not be in charge." ”

So she wasted her time, waiting for the old prince to return to the west?

"Mother don't say any more, the daughter has her own plans. Mo Qingning said quietly.

Seeing this, Luo did not continue, but urged her to drink the millet porridge quickly.

Suddenly, the sky was spinning in front of him, Luo Shi stroked his forehead, his body was unstable, and he fell straight down with a bang.

Mo Qingning was taken aback by this unexpected scene.

"Mother!"

She exclaimed in surprise and hurriedly stepped forward to help Roche up.

Roche's eyes were dizzy, dizzy, and his breathing was a little heavy, as if he was panting as if he was pressing a boulder on his chest.

"Ling'er, Ling'er!"

Hearing Mo Qingning's radical call, Ling'er, who was waiting outside the door, hurriedly walked in.

"Miss!"

The scene in front of her shocked Ling'er, and she saw the dying Luo on the ground pillow on the half-kneeling Mo Qingning with an anxious look.

"Quick, go get the doctor. ”

Hearing this, after Ling'er and Mo Qingning helped Luo to the bed, they didn't dare to delay, turned around and ran out.

At this time, a young man in Tsing Yi walked in with a nervous expression, and when he saw the scene in front of him, he was stunned for a moment, and when he touched Mo Qingning's cold eyes, he hurriedly lowered his eyes.

"Miss, what's wrong?"

Oh no, no, can she be okay now?

The anger was set off in an instant, and she went straight to the door of her head from the soles of her feet, and she said with a gloomy face: "What's the matter?"

"Just now came the news that the young master was killed and thrown in the forest on the outskirts. ”

"What...... What?" Mo Qingning's pupils shrank, and his whole body froze.

Isn't Cousin Hengyang going back to Luofu? Why did he suddenly die in the suburbs?

"What the hell is going on? Who did that?"

Mo Qingning asked two questions in a row, and the little guy was stunned, and he was silent for a long time, and under Mo Qingning's unpleasant urging, he said in a hurry: "The slave doesn't know, now Lord Zhao Songhan has passed." ”

Mo Qingning closed his eyes for a moment, and waved his hand with a slightly tired expression.

It's been a rough run lately!

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The sun is like fire, scorching the earth.

The towering tree was like a thin cloud covering the top of the pavilion impartially, and the sunlight poured down through the cascading branches and leaves, jumping on the woman's small face like a hibiscus shimizu.

The wind that came from time to time ruffled the broken hair of the woman's sideburns, like fine grass floating around, the thin shirt was a little wet, and the heat made some fine sweat on the back, but now the wind has cooled down, slimy, and a little uncomfortable.

The little green onion white hand picked up the peach blossom brew in front of the table, and the wine poured into the cup.

Shen Qingyu pushed the poured peach blossom brew in front of the man's eyes, and smiled as gentle as spring water: "This is the first jar of wine I buried when I first opened Yixing Distillery, try it?"

The woman's smile made Bai Xuwen shake his eyes, and after concentrating for a moment, he looked away with a twinkle in his eyes.

His movements were so natural that Shen Qingyu didn't notice anything wrong.

Seeing the man drink all the peach blossoms in the pot, she smiled and asked, "How does it taste?"

The man dropped the cup unhurriedly, and the moment he raised his eyes, he met the woman's full smile, like the eyes that thickened thousands of stars, and his heart was irrepressibly rippling.

He pursed the residual peach blossom wine fragrance on his lips and smiled warmly, "Not bad." ”

The woman took a sip, and the rich fragrance of peach blossoms instantly diffused between her lips and teeth, lingering for a long time.

"Is it just good?"

She asked with a slight smile at the end of her eyes.

The man was stunned for a moment, and then chuckled in a low voice: "This wine should only be in the sky." ”

Hearing this, the corners of Shen Qingyu's mouth hooked and he laughed.

In the blink of an eye, the peach blossom brew in the white jade pot reached the bottom, and the last one was drunk.

The two looked at each other invariably, the woman's eyes were as clear as a spring, but there was a hint of uncertainty, and the man's eyes were mixed with complexity and reluctance that was not easy to understand.

It wasn't until the wind came that the woman gathered her thoughts and looked at the lake behind him.

"This trip to Xianyang, the road is bumpy, cherished. ”

The man looked at the carriage parked not far away and said, "Xiaosheng understands. ”

After a moment of silence, the woman said lightly: "Xiaobai, just do your best in this matter." ”

After all, it is not a trivial matter to keep dark forces in captivity, and if you don't do it well, you may be killed.

Bai Xuwen was stunned for a moment, and his breezy and moon-like eyes seemed to fall on the woman inadvertently: "Hmm." ”

"Before the imperial examination, I will go to Xianyang to meet you. ”

Before the imperial examination, counting the days, it means that he can't see her for three months?

For some reason, this heart is empty and uncomfortable.

He pursed his lips, met the pair of clear spring-like eyes, and said slowly, "Okay." ”

Under the scorching sun, looking at the carriage that was gradually moving away, the woman couldn't help but feel a little melancholy and worried.

It wasn't until the crisp voice reached her ears that the woman came back to her senses.

"Miss. ”

"Huh?" Shen Qingyu turned his head to look at Meng Fu, who was a foot away behind him.

"Miss, is this reluctant to give up the white boy?"

Reluctant?

The woman frowned slightly and shook her head: "This matter is not trivial, I am just a little worried." ”

Meng Fu suddenly made it clear, fortunately she was not reluctant, otherwise she was really worried about her master.

"By the way, does Miss know that a very happy thing happened today?"

The woman turned around and walked leisurely towards the carriage not far away, her red lips opened slightly, and she said slowly: "Let's hear it." ”

Meng Fu teased a slightly cold smile: "Luo Hengyang was killed and thrown on the outskirts of the east of the city. ”

Shen Qingyu raised his eyebrows slightly, and sighed: "Which hero did a good deed?"

Meng Fu's face seemed to twitch, and he coughed lightly and said, "The slave maid is also hearsay, how do you know which hero it is?"

The woman shook her head in disappointment: "It's a pity." ”

Meng Fu sighed, it's a pity, what does it mean?

Shen Qingyu turned her head and glanced at the confused little girl in front of her, and said with a playful smile: "If you know, Miss Ben will definitely come to the door to worship in person." ”

Belch............ Meng Fudeng was speechless and choked......

shouted in her heart, it's really a pity, it's a pity, it's a pity, which one of the good deeds is not named by the noble and glamorous master of her family, but it's a pity that she can't say it............

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