mad concubine

In such a quiet environment, Mo Xi suddenly smiled, and stared at the women who were talking too much and boasting just now with cold and indifferent eyes, those women who wanted to add fuel to the fire just now, why didn't they dare to say a word at this moment?Is it just that little guts?

The smile on the corners of Mo Xi's lips grew deeper and deeper, but her eyes were icy cold. She smiled coldly and proudly, but it made people shudder down the spine.

At this moment, Mo Tingzhong was surprised to find that his Mo Xi seemed to have really changed, and the arrogance exuding from his bones was somewhat similar to him.

"Xi'er, what's going on with the genealogy matter, Dad wants to hear your explanation..."

"My daughter has nothing to explain. I did put the genealogy on the window sill. It was my negligence..." Having said this, Mo Xi glanced at Mo Yunshi meaningfully, and Mo Yunshi immediately straightened her body and raised her head. Chin, lest people think she has a guilty conscience.

Naturally, this little episode couldn't escape Mo Tingzhong's eyes, only a complex haze flashed across his eyes.

Mo Xi slowly turned his head to the side seemingly carelessly, Yun Danfengqing said again: "The genealogy fell into the water, and the daughter has an unshirkable responsibility. In order to prevent the old ancestors under the nine springs from being angry, the daughter has already put the genealogy into the water." I made a copy of..."

Mo Xi's next words not only surprised Mo Tingzhong, but also made everyone in the lobby petrified on the spot. The genealogy was at least forty or fifty pages long. The genealogy has been destroyed in the pool, where can she copy the exact same copy?

Even Hong Ling, the maid who followed Mo Xi, opened her mouth wide in surprise. Miss stayed in the study all day, could it be that she was copying the family tree?But... the lady was originally illiterate?Reading books in Zangshu Pavilion today is already unbelievable, but now you can recite the destroyed genealogy?

Mo Tingzhong stood there stunned, and Mo Xi ignored the astonished eyes of others, walked up to her father gracefully, took out the family tree that she spent several hours memorizing from her sleeve, and handed it to Mo Tingzhong. Ting Zhong's hands.

Her memory has always been very good, and she never forgets. This mere genealogy of dozens of pages is not difficult for her at all, not to mention that when she was reading the genealogy in Zangshu Pavilion, she wanted to know more about the Mohist family, and she was extraordinarily attentive.

Mo Tingzhong looked at the handwritten copy with wet ink in his hand, his mind was buzzing, it was impossible, he had read that genealogy book countless times, and he dared not say that he could copy it by heart, let alone read it in front of him. It's Mo Xi.