The peaceful days are passing very quickly, half a month has passed in a blink of an eye, there is nothing calm at home in this half month, and in a few days it will be the time of the Mofu family sacrifice, and the Mofu is actually the home of the clear stream, and it is a family with a long heritage in the Qin State, although the descendants have not produced any amazing and brilliant high-ranking officials, and they are very famous in the clear stream, Mo Huawen is the eldest son of the Mofu, and the family sacrifice of this vein is naturally presided over by him.

Different from the rituals of ordinary families, the head of the family must invite the famous Qingliu celebrities to preside, and invite other Qingliu to come to watch the ceremony, and all the sons and daughters must wear the coarse cloth clothes unique to the family sacrifice and kneel in the ancestral hall to show filial piety to the ancestors and sincere respect to the guests.

The concubines of the Mo family's generation only have Mo Xuetong, and this matter should be shirkable!

So on this day, Aunt Fang asked someone to give Mo Xuetong clothes to participate in the family sacrifice, a set of white coarse cloth dresses, and only a thin fur edge was wrapped around the collar and cuffs to prevent cold.

"Miss, Aunt Fang is too careless, how can she send such clothes to Miss. Mother Xu flipped through her clothes and couldn't help but say indignantly.

"Is there anything wrong with the clothes?" Mo Xuetong smiled dumbly, flipped through the medical book in her hand, and the corners of her mouth lifted slightly.

"The clothes sent by Aunt Fang are right, the styles are right, and they look thick, but the old slave found that many lines are very rough, and in some places those threads are thick, hard and piercing, on the surface it looks nothing, but if the young lady wears it, it will inevitably hurt the skin, and the family sacrifice time is long, if the young lady wears such a set of clothes, she will inevitably sting all over her body. Mother Xu followed Mo Xuetong into the back room, and muttered angrily, "I haven't seen you for more than a year, Aunt Fang is getting more and more poisonous, this is trying to kill Miss!"

Speaking of this, she looked at Mo Xue Tong worriedly, but what appeared in front of her was Mo Xue Tong with a light smile and an indifferent smile.

Do you want to kill yourself? Of course not!

Aunt Fang didn't dare to frame herself so blatantly, she flipped through the clothes on the side, the plain white coarse cloth clothes were originally prepared for the family sacrifice, in order to reflect the simplicity of the family sacrifice, even if it was all threads, there was nothing that could not be said, it was a coarse cloth clothes, even if she used it herself, it would only make people feel squeamish and unreasonable.

Delicate fingers caress on it, there is always an occasional thread that is particularly prickly, if the unintentional person still thinks that it is just a thicker thread, but Mo Xuetong knows that it is mixed in the thick thread with a thread called "silkworm needle", this kind of thread is not native to Qin, few people will know, I heard that there is a mysterious silkworm in the remote area of Yan country will spit this kind of silk thread, Mo Xuetong is seen from a strange story.

This kind of thread, called "silkworm needle", the appearance is exactly the same as the general thick thread, but when worn on the body, get the heating on the person, after a long time, it will become like a needle piercing, at first it is a needle, then ten needles, and finally it is like ten thousand needles piercing people, try to ask, who can wear such a dress.

When you have to take it off, this dress is no different from ordinary coarse cloth clothes, and you can't even find out if you can't even check it, Aunt Fang is really calculating, if she wears such a dress, when she has ten thousand needles, how can she sit quietly, if she moves because of this, she will just be crowned with a family sacrifice and ignore filial piety, ignore the laws of the ancestors, and be arrogant and rude in front of the guests.

Such accusations are enough to ruin a woman's life.

"Miss, how can you wear such clothes, Aunt Fang is really too much, do you want to go and tell the master?" Mother Xu was simply angry that Aunt Fang had no one to pick out the thread, and asked angrily.

Mo Xuetong smiled slightly, shook her head and said, "Mom is fine, just wear it for a while, and it's not in the way." ”

"But Miss ......" Mother Xu is still not at ease.

"Mom can just prepare some thick undergarments for me when the time comes, no matter how hard the thread is, it can still be pierced into the undergarment. ”

Ordinary needles and threads can't, but "silkworm needles" can.

Mother Xu thought about it and thought it was, so she simply didn't wait for time, pulled Mo Lan on the side, and Mo Yu went outside to make a thick undergarment for Mo Xuetong.

The next morning, Mo Xuetong got up very early, today is the day of the family sacrifice, Mo Lan sent breakfast, only a light butterfly cucumber, a bowl of porridge, today is the day of the family sacrifice, there is not much to eat, but this is too little, Mo He put the porridge on the table: "Miss, the kitchen only gave us this point, saying that we can only eat these today." ”

Such a small bowl of porridge, where can Miss eat full, and the most important thing is that Miss's next meal is not allowed to eat until the evening, this small bowl of porridge lasts for a day, how can Miss be weak and eat.

"No, that's enough! It's good!" Mo Xuetong smiled slightly, picked up the dishes and chopsticks, and ate elegantly without mind.

A bowl of porridge is not much, and it will be finished after a while, Mo Xuetong quietly put down the bowl in her hand, and put on the plain coarse cloth clothes under Mo Lan's service, her hair did not pull out a pretty bun, but she just casually draped it down, and tied a light belt loosely behind her head after her black hair, which was the dress of the ladies of the Jin Dynasty, which was very in line with the customs of the Mo family that had been inherited for thousands of years.

Mo Xuetong came to the front hall in coarse cloth plain clothes, the Mo family has no concubines, and her concubine bears an important weight in the family sacrifice, so her clothes today are also different from the usual skirts, the robe has wide sleeves, and it is very neutral beauty, the long black hair is loosely tied and behind the waist, the wide robe, the graceful and slender waist seal, the plain coarse clothes do not reduce her beauty, but let her add a little bit of the natural beauty of the water from the hibiscus.

came to the front of the hall, stayed in the hall, but did not go in, because Mo Huawen did not have a sister-in-law, her sister-in-law acted as a sister-in-law at the door, Mo Lan Moyu was behind her, Mo Lan put down the mat in her hand, and asked her to kneel on it according to the ancient rites, Mo Yu arranged the skirt for her, and both of them knelt behind her respectfully.

In the morning, it is the time for Mo Huawen to meet with foreign guests, and there is no meal at noon, and the afternoon is the real family sacrifice, what she needs to do is to kneel at the door in the morning to greet the guests, and in the afternoon she will go inside to accompany her father for the family sacrifice, and because she is a concubine, there are some things that cannot be done, so just follow behind Mo Huawen.

There are not many guests, but they are all famous people, Mo Xuetong knelt there with low eyebrows, every guest came, she took Mo Lan Moyu to bow down respectfully, and knelt deeply, waiting for the guests to enter the hall door before getting up, the stinging pain in the coarse clothes on her body changed from faint to sharp, especially when she raised her head, those specially processed "thick threads" pierced her delicate skin like needles.

The sharp stinging pain made dense beads of sweat begin to appear on her head, a faint pale appeared on her face, and the fingers lying on her hand trembled lightly, and there were forbearant green tendons on her hands.

Mo Yu was paying attention to her young lady on the side, and when she found her abnormality, she knelt down and lifted her body, and just wanted to speak, but as soon as Mo Lan pulled two people, she knelt down with Mo Xue Tong, and someone came again!

The light white robe appeared in Mo Xuetong, and the slender body slowly fell down under the robe, respectfully Shuke, this is what the concubine must do, the more respectful the visitor, the more sincere the heart of the master's family.

The light white robe didn't walk away immediately like the other guests, but stopped in front of her, and someone reported it: "Bai Gongzi has arrived!"

Sure enough, it's Bai Yihao!

Mo Xuetong's body tensed involuntarily, although she knew that Bai Yihao was here to help her, she was still inexplicably nervous, she had a kind of fear of Bai Yihao from her previous life, and she always felt that there was too much darkness under that white and lofty handsome face, that was not a corner she could touch, although she was reborn, she was unwilling to be a pawn and repeat another tragedy.

She didn't know why Bai Yihao's actions in the Qin State were so different from those in the Yan Kingdom, and she didn't want to know, so when she first met Bai Yihao, she exchanged this help with him at the same price, indicating that the two were just in a trading relationship, and she was just a weak girl in the boudoir, and she couldn't afford to be his ambition to dominate.

Bai Yihao stood in front of her, looking at the hands that were white and delicate with a little forbearance and green tendons, his eyes flashed, and he asked calmly and gently: "Why is the concubine so tired, isn't she unwell?"

As soon as he said this, everyone chatting in the hall turned their heads and looked at Bai Yihao, where he was in the identity of Bai Yihao, it was also noticeable.

The identity of the sister-in-law or sister-in-law who is at the door is different from usual, even if it is a sister-in-law, it is also used as a sister-in-law, so today Mo Xuetong is the sister-in-law of the Mo family, if the guest wants to say a few words, it is also normal, but because Mo Xuetong only returned to the Mo family, and no one is familiar with her, so the guests who went in did not talk to her once.

"No physical discomfort, son, please come in!" Mo Xuetong calmly knelt and said lightly, still lying on the ground, only the white robe in the corner of his eyes, white dazzling, kneeling there quietly, even more slender and delicate, like a blooming white lotus, even more enchanting in the rough.

"If you are not feeling unwell, why are your fingers trembling, your fingers sweating, and your body trembling?" he asked gently, with a low smile, and in front of so many people, he said words of concern in that low, moist and beautiful voice like a mountain spring, which was very touching at such a moment.

In the hall, Mo Huawen heard that he hurriedly walked out, and greeted Bai Yihao, his eyes followed Bai Yihao's gaze and fell on Mo Xuetong's hand lying on the ground, and sure enough, the green tendons on his delicate hands were horizontal, trembling slightly, obviously holding back something, and asked urgently: "Tong'er, your health is not good, if you really can't do it, let Min'er replace you, you go and rest!"

"Father's pupil is fine, there is no discomfort!" Mo Xuetong bowed her head and knelt on the ground, her voice was still peaceful and gentle, if it weren't for seeing her fingers that spasmed from time to time, no one would have found that she had endured to the limit.

Mo Yu behind her couldn't help but get up and open her mouth, and Mo Lan beside her pulled her clothes violently and pulled her down again.

Although such an action was small, it still fell in the eyes of Mo Huawen.