His palms propped up in the snow were slightly bent.

"Rebel, don't you know how to honor your elders?" Master Jing shouted angrily.

The corners of Jing Mohuai's lips shone slightly, "Filial piety to the elders? "The long eyelashes are drawn in a line of arcs. He didn't try to get up at all, but fell backwards.

It was obviously a simple repetition of words, but it made Master Jing feel that his authority had been greatly challenged.

The long blue hair of the plain man poured out in the snow, and the snow was all over the sky, which made his eyebrows and eyes exquisite. In the flower hall, Nan Mo held his breath, Rao was used to seeing a hundred charms and thousands of reds, and he couldn't help but be stunned by the scenery in front of him.

"Come on, help the young master." Fang Clan pretended to shout.

But no one made any moves, no one dared to touch Master Jing's moldy head, who dared to help the young master at this time? Unless it's a long life.

In the snow, the man's pale face was lifeless, and he suddenly began to cough violently, as if he wanted to cough out all his heart, liver, spleen, and lungs.

Nan Mo watched his lips gradually lose blood and turn into the same color as snow. Unconsciously, the nail of her thumb clasped the knuckle of her index finger, which is her fetish in times of emotional stress.

Faintly, she found that the Jing family was too harsh on this eldest young master, and there should be something she didn't know about.

When Jing Mohuai raised his eyes again, his dark eyes were as dazzling as the stars in the sky, wet, but he didn't cry. But what kind of illness can torture a person like this?

Jing Mohuai, Jing Mohuai, I'm really on your way. Nan Mo showed a trace of unbearability on her face, she didn't know where she got the courage, and took a step forward.

Mingqin noticed Nan Mo's movements, covered her mouth with her hand, and almost exclaimed. It's just a pity that she is too far away to stop her at all.

Nan Mo knew that the best thing to do was to protect himself, he could be silent, and he knew that Master Jing would not really do anything to Jing Mohuai.

But Nan Mo still couldn't help it, she had never seen such a stunning scenery, nor had she ever seen such a poignant posture.

Jing Mohuai closed his eyes, and his long eyelashes cast a dark blue shadow. When her eyes opened again, a thin figure was reflected in her dark pupils, she was slender, she was fragile, and she was as vulnerable as countless ordinary women.

But it was also such a girl, standing in front of him, her face was even a little blue from the cold.

"Young Master, make it difficult for you, Nan Mo will help the young master go back to Beiyuan."

It's not any kind of voice in memory, it only makes people think of ruin.

Nan Mo helped him up, in the eyes of everyone, in front of everyone. Jing Mohuai's fingertips trembled slightly, and that kind of breath was warm and unfamiliar, which he had never felt in his life.

Jing Mohuai looked at her as if he had sensed it, and his stunned expression was brightened for a moment, but he sneered: "Get out." ”

He pushed Nan Mo away, but he undoubtedly made himself even more embarrassed.

I really don't understand the market, and I am trying to climb to the eldest young master? This little girl doesn't want to live anymore, Xiumin in the flower hall sneered.

"Daddy, my brother's legs and feet are inconvenient, and he rarely has contact with people, and his temperament is strange, don't be angry with him. On this Chinese New Year's Eve, the father and son were not in harmony, and they did not disturb the God of Wealth. ”

Jing Mi said in a low voice, and covered her mouth and nose with a handkerchief embroidered with Ming Haitang, as if she didn't want Master Jing to ruin the New Year's banquet because of this incident.

Jing Mi's words made Master Jing's face soften slightly. It was obviously a plea, but it reached the heart of Master Jing. The Jing family is also a big family in Hucheng, if this happens at the New Year's banquet, it will not be cost-effective to block the fortune of the Jing family.

"Push him back, don't get in the way here." Master Jing finally relented and let his subordinates let go of Ersheng.