Reborn: Femme Fatale First Daughter

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In the past, the harem practice was that after the emperor's death, the concubine without a child and daughter had to enter the palace of sentimentalism and live a life of spiritual practice. From then on, the blue lantern ancient buddha was equivalent to a nun. He can go to the palace with his son, and those with daughters can stay in the palace to become concubines.

The queen meant that she would agree with her to go out to follow her daughter and be able to follow her own daughter. This kind of grief has never been seen in the palace. The queen believes that this is where Princess Gui is most moved. The sixth princess is Wen. The only daughter of the concubine, who can live with her daughter, will be able to live with her daughter, and will make Wen Guifei's heart more attractive than a lonely person in the palace.

Although Wen Guifei is weak and does not fight with the concubine concubine, this indifferent emperor still likes it, so she always sits in the palace of the concubine. The queen is now on the one hand to guard against the queen mother and to deal with Su Guifei on the other. Naturally hope The more people there are, the better, so that's why I promise.

"Thank you for your mother-in-law. In the future, the courtiers will all listen to the mother-in-law's instructions." Wen Guifei really understood, and answered with a smile.

The queen was satisfied, and Wen Guifei's expression was exactly what she had guessed. Her face was now completely lowered, and she said, "Smoke, take the couple of huā Xiayun satin from Dingguo to this palace. Come, let Princess Wen take some clothes for Princess Six. The marriage of these five princesses is already, and the next thing is for Princess Six. How can the royal daughter not look beautiful? "

"Yes, slaves go down and take it." Yansha walked out from behind the queen, respectfully blessed herself, and then took a few little court ladies down, and after a few moments came back with a few gorgeous and bright colored satin.

"Concubine Wen, there is nothing for the six princesses here in the palace. The five princesses are gone. The palace will definitely treat the six princesses as their own daughters." The queen looked at the concubine with a smile. ,

After the queen is a country, the mother instrument world can be said that whether it is the marriage of the prince or princess in this palace, she can intervene, even directly point to the marriage of the prince, as long as she is the queen of the Qin country, the emperor cannot refute Because of her face, she has the most say in the face of the princess.

Of course, the previous three princes did n’t interfere much for various reasons. The princess was married to the princess, so the emperor did n’t care about it, so it ’s not her word to marry, even if the emperor ’s daughter is not worried. Marry, but it is not so easy to marry Ruyi Langjun.

The queen's words seemed to really care about Princess Six. In fact, she had already ordered Princess Wen in secret. If she found that she had a dislike with her, this daughter would want to marry well.

"Thank you for the queen maiden's reward. I will thank the queen maiden for the six princesses here. I will let the six princess thank the queen in person when I go back." Wen Guifei seemed to understand the threat in the queen's words, and she was submissive and happy. Said, stood up and gave a deep salute to the queen, without any hint.

With this expression and such attitude, the queen became more and more satisfied. The two joked for a while, and then Princess Gui returned with a few satin.

Mo Xuetong only took three carriages, all of which are very ordinary official style. Mo Xuetong took Mo Ye and Mo Lan to sit on the first car, and the second car took a few wives and girls. The three vehicles temporarily throw away some incense stuff, but it was of little use. They closed the door early and waited there.

Mo Ye and Mo Lan helped Mo Xuetong get on the carriage, flew the whip in a hurry, skillfully turned into a whip, snorted, and the carriage slowly moved forward.

Although the outside of the carriage looks inconspicuous, the inside is much more comfortable than a normal carriage. A bamboo mat is laid in the carriage, and a soft couch is pressed inside. There is some food in the dark grid on the side, which evokes the hanging. On the curtains, only a thin layer of light colored veil was left, which was cool and windy, and you could see the scenery outside.

This two-layer curtain hanging method is only popular among some high-door households.

"Prince, Mo Feng has taken people to the Puguang Temple to dispose of it. Look, do you want Feng Yue to send a few more people to follow you?" Moran got on the train and packed the curtains, and lowered her head gently to Mo Xue. Tongdao, in the past Mo Feng has always been guarding Mo Xuetong secretly. This time, Mo Lan was somewhat uneasy.

Those who were given by Feng Yue were carried by Mo Feng and went to Puguang Temple first, on the one hand, to monitor the movement of Mo Xueqiong, and on the other hand, they set out to arrange the next matters.

Mo Xuetong smiled slightly, and a little smile was drawn on the corner of his lips, and he nodded with satisfaction: "No need to bother, this road to Puguang Temple is the road. Is there anything else that can't be done, and Mo Ye is not bad anymore . "

"Yes, the slaves will take good care of the princess." Seeing mentioning herself, Mo Ye lowered the curtain on the other side and answered with certainty.

She and Mo Feng crossed the road last night. It is impossible for them to do anything. In the early morning, the two checked the carriage again. The driver seemed ordinary, but in fact he was extraordinary.

Seeing Mo Ye's answer so positive, the worry on Mo Lan's face faded away, and two people have been serving Mo Xue Tong for some time. Of course, Mo Lan knew that Mo Ye was small and cautious, and he was very reliable.

The carriage slowly moved forward, Mo Xuetong leaned against the couch with her eyes closed, closed her eyes, and nodded in the morning, so she got up as soon as the wind and the dye went away. After more meetings, some drowsiness, Mo Ye and Moran were both well-behaved. Knowing that Mo Xuetong was sleepy, he did not speak any more.

The carriage was running smoothly, everything was quiet, Huer's carriage stopped suddenly, and the people in the carriage rushed forward involuntarily.

Mo Ye's hands were anxious, and Mo Xuetong's body was stopped, so that she would not hit the teapot on the case in front of her.

Moran grabbed the seated Jinbu and fixed himself.

"What's the matter?" Moran asked, frowning at the curtain.

Sudden by such a sudden shock, Mo Xuetong's doze was immediately awakened, she felt a painful head, her long eyelashes flickered, and she listened to the sound outside.

"Puppet master, suddenly rushed to someone in front and bumped into our carriage." The coachman of the coach calmly replied, in order to simply go outside, everyone called Mo Xuetong the master.

The carriage hit someone? Mo Xuetong frowned, got up and sat up, wanting to go down and see how he hit people.

"Prince, slaves look down." Mo Ye reached out and stopped Mo Xue pupil.

Knowing that she was worried about herself, Mo Xuetong nodded.

Mo Ye lifted the curtain, jumped out of the carriage, and turned to the horse's head. Sure enough, she saw a person lying on the ground without any trace of blood, but she was motionless. She didn't even look like she was born or dead. When I got closer, I put my hand on the man's neck and tried it. I could feel the beating on his neck, although it was not strong, but it was stable.

As soon as she reached out, she turned the person over. A handsome man with an elegant face appeared in front of him, but his face was pale and there was no trace of blood. If it wasn't for the ink leaf, it would have been true to see the pulse, and I would really doubt it. He was out of breath long ago, Mo Ye looked at him carefully.

Back in front of the car, he replied to Mo Xuetong: "The master is a young man around twenty years old. He has no injuries on his body, but he is lying on the ground with no idea of ​​personnel."

Mo Xuetong groaned for a while, helped Mo Lan to get up, got out of the car, walked to the person lying down, crouched down, stretched his hands on the person's wrist, closed his eyes slightly, sensed his pulse, she Although the medical skills are not high, this is the answer.

"Master, how is it?" Moran also asked crouching down, vigilantly. Today came early. No one was seen along the way. How did this person appear here?

"He is not well. He seems to be ill. At this time, the weather is hot and may be frightened. He passed out after a few pinches." Mo Xuetong stood up, looked up at the sky, and took Mo Yedi. The paparazzi wiped his hands, his eyes fell on the man, and he looked carefully, and said to Moran, "Go to the car and get him a bowl of mung bean soup."

Moran should go to the car and take a bowl of iced green bean soup. On the way, he was afraid of Xuexue's heat. He had prepared it in the kitchen and took it with ice water. At this time, the ice huā had not melted and was cold. cold.

The coachman came over, half-hugged the man, and delivered the cold mung bean soup to his mouth. In such a weather, the cold soup touched the pale lips of the man, and the corner of the man's mouth moved slightly and opened slightly. opened. The coachman slowly poured the mung bean soup into his mouth.

The young man took a few sips, and Huer coughed violently, reaching out to cover his chest. A pale hand that could almost see the blue veins flowing under the skin covered his chest. He breathed a difficult breath twice, and Meran busted from the driver. Take the mung bean soup in your hand and set it aside.

"My son, can there be any discomfort?" The young man slowly opened his eyes, the white huāhuā in front of him, so that he could not see the few people standing in front of him for a while, but had to close his eyes slightly, listening only in his ears The gentle and sweet voice slips past, making people feel at ease in this hot summer.

He involuntarily opened his eyes again, and his eyes fell on a 13-year-old, four-year-old girl standing in the middle. She struck a pale white gauze, and outlined a few light green huā on the skirt of the gauze Man's skirt, gauze clothes lay on her, and she fell down by her feet. Looking up, she had a beautiful little face, slender eyelashes as neat and beautiful as lips, and lips like dandelion. The appearance is like a fairy who does not eat fireworks on earth.

"Is the lady ..." the man asked, covering his chest, difficultly.

Mo Xuetong smiled slightly and didn't answer his words, but asked softly along the previous words: "Does the boy feel comfortable?"

The man coughed for a few more minutes, a smile appeared on his pale face, and nodded, forcing him to sit up from the coachman and holding his hand slowly.

Mo Xuetong stared at his strong, blue-stretched hand. The hand was pale and his face was pale. There was no trace of blood. It was the color of the sun that was not visible all year round. The hand was thin and unhealthy. weak.

"I'm ... better." The young man nodded and braced his teeth.

But everyone can see that he is not able to do anything at all!

"Where is he going, boy?" Mo Xuetong smiled, a faint smile appeared in her clear eyes, and asked gently, looking at his difficult steps, for fear that he might lose his forefoot, and his back foot would be dead. Already.

"Just go to Puguang Temple in front and scared the lady's carriage. It was really my fault. I am here to accompany the lady." The young man said politely, exhaled hard, and looked up at Mo Xuetong's weak smile.

The front is indeed Puguang Temple, but at least there is still half an hour's journey here. Look at him like this, let alone half an hour, even a few steps are impossible.