When Mo Dong'er's carriage swayed to the capital, four or five days had passed.

"Miss, the Mo Mansion is almost here." The coachman said lazily.

In the carriage, the drowsy Mo Dong'er was woken up by the coachman, opened his eyes with great difficulty, and lifted a corner of the curtain. The carriage was slowly passing by a mansion, the door of the mansion in front was closed, and the word Mo Fu was written on the plaque. But the coachman continued to let the carriage go slowly as if he had not seen the gate.

Zhu'er glanced at the plaque of the Hou Mansion with sharp eyes, and saw that the coachman had no intention of stopping, so he hurriedly looked back at his master, and met Mo Dong'er's cold eyes.

Zhu'er shook suddenly.

Mo Dong'er lowered the curtain and opened her mouth in a baby's voice that was completely opposite to the coldness in her eyes: "Stop." "Soft and cute, like a timid little milk cat.

The coachman ignored Mo Dong'er, and the carriage continued to move forward.

The coachman was waiting at the gate of the capital this morning. I had already received Aunt An's order, and brought in from the "side door" with the eldest lady of Mofu, saying that it was a side door, but it was a dog hole under the wall. The coachman is Aunt An's person, so he naturally has to arrange the things explained by the master.

But the coachman thinks that this eldest lady is just a little girl who has been kicked out of the house since she was a child, what insight can she have? I'm afraid I haven't even seen the main entrance of the Hou Mansion with vermilion paint. So he took it upon himself to swagger past the main gate of the Hou Mansion, he couldn't wait to see the little girl who had no choice but to cry and crawl into the house from the dog hole, maybe after completing this errand, he would be able to ask Liu Xiang beside Aunt An to be a daughter-in-law.

"Isn't this Mofu? Where do you want to take us? Zhu'er couldn't bear Mo Dong'er's increasingly cold eyes, and couldn't help but shout.

"Miss, this is not the main gate of Mofu that ordinary people can enter. I advise you to obediently go through the side door. ”

Mo Dong'er has a problem, she gets up very hard, especially when she is woken up. So Mo Dong'er, who was going to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger, really couldn't suppress the tyrannical factor in his heart, so he overturned the coachman with internal strength.

Zhu'er sighed leisurely and got out of the car.

The coachman was inexplicably overturned, fell off the carriage and almost rolled under the horse's hooves. Even though he wasn't injured, he fell hard. The angry coachman just wanted to get up and scold, but when he looked up, he saw the girl in green with picturesque eyebrows coming up and down the carriage, who looked better than Aunt An's second-class maid Liu Xiang, I don't know how many times.

"What is the reason why the eldest lady has to go home through the side door?" Seeing that the coachman's eyes were straight, Zhu'er couldn't help but touch the whip on his waist that pretended to be a belt.

The coachman looked at Zhu'er in a daze, didn't move, and even forgot to get up from the ground.

Zhu'er: "What are you still doing in a daze, go and call the door." ”

The coachman got up in a daze and knocked on the door of Mofu.

There was a lot of knocking on the door, and many people gathered around to watch the excitement. When the housekeeper returned, Aunt An was leisurely trying on a few sets of heads and faces sent by the bronze mirror, and her face was full of smugness that could not be hidden.

"Let her knock. Today, either she broke the door and stepped on the slag to come in, or if it didn't break, I honestly crawled in through the dog hole at the base of the wall. I'm here to see what face this eldest lady crawled back from the dog hole in front of everyone! ”

The butler answered yes and honestly retreated.

The coachman also knew in his heart that the door could not be opened, and he hesitated to look back at Zhu'er.

Zhu'er thought for a while: "Miss, I'm afraid that the master hasn't returned to the house at this time, so it's better for us to wait for the master to come back and ......."

Mo Dong'er answered in the carriage: "That's it, since my aunt doesn't welcome us back, let's just go." so as not to make the house restless again. "If you only listen to the voice, Mo Dong'er's soft and glutinous baby voice is extremely deceptive. Immediately caused a large number of onlookers to feel distressed.

"I really didn't expect that the young lady in this house would avoid an aunt because she didn't want to cause trouble in the house."

"yes, yes, that sounds like a child."

"But isn't there only one Miss Mo Chuchu in the Mo Mansion?"

"You don't know yet, this is the eldest lady in the house."

"How could Miss Chang move out of the house?"

"It's true, I came earlier, and the girl in green just said that the eldest lady in the carriage was the eldest lady."

“……”

Mo Dong'er took a sip of tea, her eyes flashing slightly. Human words are terrible, and they can be applied everywhere.

Listening to the discussion becoming more and more intense, Mo Dong'er spoke: "Zhu'er, go back." ”

Now it was the driver's turn to be anxious: "Everyone is scattered, Mofu is a century-old family, the family has family rules, and only the master can enter the main gate." Miss, let's go through the side door. You can get in like a side door. ”

When the people heard this, they began to talk about it again.

"The state has national laws and family rules, but the eldest lady doesn't understand the rules."

"It turns out that you don't understand the rules, what are you going to do when you don't understand the rules?"

"He deserves to be kicked out."

“……”

Zhu'er unconsciously glanced at the coachman, this coachman is a talent, no, one sentence made the onlookers change their faces.

An abrupt doll voice interjected: "Only the master can enter this main gate?" A jade hand lifted the corner of the curtain on the carriage, and the jade fingers were delicate and creamy, white and almost transparent in the sun that was almost noon. A face hidden in the shadows can be seen vaguely, although the face is not recognizable, but the hand is also amazing enough.

The coachman stammered, "Yes, yes, only the master can enter." ”

Mo Dong'er lowered the corner of the curtain, "Zhu'er, slam the door." ”

"Yes." Zhu'er casually took out the whip on his waist and slammed it against the gate of Mofu.

The thick door of vermilion lacquer was punched out of a deep ravine under the strength of bamboo, and then the gate cracked inch by inch along the whip mark in the middle and shattered.