Fan Xuan listened to Mo Fuluo's words, and an indescribable bitter taste surged in his heart. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

He is just a pianist, and his family has a little money to open a musical instrument shop, which is too far from the one in Zhengbian Mansion.

Now they are separated by an alley and a wall, and in the future, they may be separated by a heavy family portal and a rich and powerful plan facing each other from afar.

"Are you leaving?" After Mo Fuluo took a few steps, he found that Fan Xuan was still standing in place, so he turned around and looked at him.

Fan Xuan came back to his senses, slowly took steps and walked in front of Mo Fuluo to stand up, the smile on the corner of his mouth was a little reluctant.

"Miss Mo, can you help me with something?"

"What?"

Fan Xuan handed the brocade box that had been protecting his chest to Mo Fuluo, and his voice was a little low and lonely: "Miss Mo help me send things over." ”

Mo Fuluo glanced at Fan Xuan at this time again, opened his mouth, and didn't say anything after all. She just reached out and took the box.

"Okay." Mo Fuluo answered, then stopped caring about Fan Xuan, turned around and walked quickly to the gate of Xianglin Garden. She was afraid that if she looked at him more, she would feel empathetic and sad.

Everyone has secrets, Fan Xuan has them, and she has them.

She seemed to be able to understand Fan Xuan's mood at this moment, as if her brother Zhiyu was only separated by a wall from her, but it seemed that he was so far away from her.

In short, there is no hope in this life.

Probably this feeling of despair.

Mo Fuluo walked very quickly and thought a lot. Everything pays attention to the right family, especially in a famous family like the Bian family, how can a dignified daughter have a good result with a musical instrument shop owner?

Come to think of it, this Fan Xuan is also a pitiful person.

However, Fan Xuan, as a man, seems to be too soft.

Her fingertips brushed over the small flower-shaped buckle wrapped around the wooden carved box in her arms, and her heart sank a little.

"Girl, who are you?"

The words of a house slave in Bian Fu came to Mo Fuluo's ears, her eyes flickered, and she opened her lips slightly: "Fan Xuan, friend." ”

"Which Xuan character is it?"

The slave of Bienfu was a middle-aged man in his forties, who spoke quite politely and had an extremely polite but not intimate smile.

Mo Fuluo thought for a moment and said a word. The gifts received by the rich and noble families were all marked, and she was not worried about making a mistake or missing Fan Xuan.

It's just that this gift doesn't seem to be going well.

"The ceremony has been recorded, may I ask if the girl has anything else to explain?"

"Nope." Mo Fuluo waved his hand towards the house slave, then turned around and retreated to the side, and then looked at the gift-giving procession that had never been short, and suddenly felt a trance.

Behind these gifts, is it for power or money? Or is it for Bian Xueqing's beauty?

If she hadn't had her whole family executed back then, maybe she would be the one who receives the gifts in this high-ranking family today.

Mo Fuluo walked out of the crowd from the open space on the side, and after walking for a long time, he got a little quiet.

"Miss Mo, is that you?"

A shrill voice came from behind him, and Mo Fulu couldn't help frowning.

Can you meet so many "acquaintances" with a gift?

She has always disliked noisy and unsociable, but at this moment, the aura of "no one should approach" on her body has dispersed even more.

Although he thought so, Mo Fuluo still stopped after hearing the call behind him.

Soon, a thin figure walked over beside him, and after glancing at Mo Fulu's face, the voice came out again: "I just said that it looks like it, and it's really Miss Mo!" ”

Qingyue is not to mention how happy she is at the moment, she came out to help her master give gifts and met Miss Mo who was mentioned by her master many times, which was really lucky.

Mo Fuluo looked at the smile on Qingyue's face, and couldn't help but remember the jade-like figure he saw in the Yutang Tower last night, and the coldness in his eyes was even worse, "Is there something wrong?" ”

Qingyue seemed to have become accustomed to Mo Fuluo's indifferent temperament, her smile did not decrease at all, and she bowed to Mo Fuluo with a smile and said, "Miss Mo, my master has been looking for you these days." ”

Mo Fuluo's heart flickered, and his heart seemed to be pinched by something, but a cold gaze swept over his face, raised his chin, and there was some light anger in his voice: "What are you looking for me to do?" ”

"I don't know if Miss Mo has time now, my master has prepared something for the girl, and she is in Ranju."

Mo Fuluo's eyes flickered, and he wanted to refuse directly, but what he said was: "There is time." ”

When these three words were issued, she couldn't help but be stunned, and her mind froze......

Mo Fu Luo, Mo Fu Luo, are you a little backbone?

Why did he not look like Mo Fuluo when he encountered something related to Shen Zhiyu?

Mo Fuluo thought awkwardly while following Qingyue to the Ranju in the lotus alley.

The familiar road is getting more and more apprehensive.

"Is anyone else there?" Mo Fuluo finally couldn't help but ask.

"The master should pick flowers in the small round at this time."

Picking flowers?

Mo Fulu couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth, any man who does something that is obviously feminine, if it is put on Shen Zhiyu, it seems to be ...... Maybe...... Acceptable.

"Miss Mo is here for a while, I'll go tell the master." Qingyue stood in front of the small courtyard and said sideways to Mo Fuluo.

"Stop!" Mo Fuluo shouted, and was shocked that Qingyue forgot to land on the ground when she stepped out.

"What, what's wrong?" Qingyue's shrill voice trembled several keys.

"Ahem...... cough cough" Mo Fulu raised his hand to cover his embarrassed cough, stroked the somewhat wrinkled shirt on his chest, and then said solemnly: "Report what he does, you can just give me the things directly." ”

Qingyue slowly landed her feet on the ground, adjusted her posture, and then tilted her head towards Mo Fuluo and said, "Miss Mo, I can't be the master of this, you better wait here for a while, I'll go back when I go." ”

Qingyue ran fast, and disappeared in the blink of an eye, Mo Fulu was stunned and frowned tightly on the spot, is it to wait or not to wait?

I'm afraid no one can understand this kind of heart.

Just as Mo Fuluo was hesitating, there was a clear sound of footsteps behind him.

She didn't have to turn around, she could feel the warm breath like jade, and it was gently brushed over, and she was a little dizzy when she threw it.

"Miss Mo, long time no see."

His soft voice was like a nightmare.

Mo Fu was drunk, trembling, and trapped.

She wanted to reply to him for a long time.

Mo Fuluo's eyes were hot, and he almost turned around and rushed over.

She exhaled heavily, trying to suppress all the surging emotions, and suppressed the heavy emotions vividly.

"Miss Mo?"

The gentle voice of the person behind her seemed to push her, forcing her to turn around.

Looking at each other, Mo Fuluo's eyes did not contain a trace of overlapping waves.

"What is the matter with Shen Gongzi coming to me?"

These words do not express warmth, and they are cold and cold. But Mo Fuluo's heart was already surging with light.

"Are your injuries healed?"

The corners of Shen Zhiyu's mouth slowly opened, warm as the sun.