Fuxing Mengfei

Chapter 1073 Look, a Phoenix

After leaving the prison, sitting in the carriage back to the Eight Princes' Mansion, Mo Qianlang was stunned, and Ling'er was also silent.

Mo Xiaowan knew that although Mo Qianlang hated the old lady and Marquis Weiyuan for killing his mother, he was also cruel to her.

But after all, he is the blood of the Marquis of Weiyuan, so he couldn't accept such an exciting scene.

After a long stick of incense, Mo Xiaowan couldn't hold back, and knocked him on the head.

"Don't think about it, Mo Xiaocheng must have been drugged by tigers and wolves, so he lost his mind, and besides his lifeline, I have already destroyed him."

Being mentioned by Mo Xiaowan, Ling'er regained her composure, and hugged Mo Qianlang sadly.

"Brother Lang, don't think about it. No matter what the people in the Weiyuanhou Mansion are, those people have nothing to do with you. Linger will love you forever. You will always be the best brother Lang in my heart."

With Ling'er's comfort, Mo Qianlang, the injured little beast, finally regained consciousness.

"Stupid girl, the one in the palace is more vicious than we imagined. At that time, the young master should have slashed them to death with one palm. If you don't see it, you will be clean."

"That old thing can think of such a method, it's not as good as a beast."

Mo Xiaowan patted him on the shoulder, and comforted him with Linger: "Silly, you really killed the two of the Marquis of Weiyuan, and you fell into the trap of Changchun Palace, maybe you will kill us, It happened to be a litter."

Mo Xiaowan said with a look of pity: "Oh, it's a pity that the old witch will not let go, otherwise there will be more evidence of murdering my mother back then, and when the government stabilizes and the Eighth Prince's House strikes, it will be a fatal blow."

"Who said you didn't let go?"

Mo Qianlang let go of his clenched fist, and in his palm lay a small purple jade hairpin.

The hairpin was psychically clear, and when the sun shone into the carriage, the hairpin released a lustrous luster.

Looking at this small hairpin, it can be seen that it belongs to Miss Boudoir.

Madam Weiyuanhou always liked jewelry and jade articles, and the hairpins were all inlaid with gemstones, so she would never use such a small purple jade hairpin.

Mo Xiaowan began to see Mo Ganlang holding hands tightly, always thinking that he was too angry and angry.

Only now did I realize that the brat was stunned just now, and purposely clenched his fists to cover his eyes, and slipped out the hairpin.

Mo Xiaowan held this beautiful, small and exquisite hairpin with extremely simple carving, and was very puzzled.

What is the mystery of this hairpin?

After parting with Mo Qianlang and the others, Mo Xiaowan called the careful Qingdai to Yafengyuan's study room and studied it for a long time, and the hairpin fit perfectly.

The whole body is solid purple jade, there is no empty space in the middle, and there are some secret notes hidden inside.

Tired of being bored in the study, Mo Xiaowan casually stuck the hairpin on his head, and after eating, let Qingdai accompany him to digest in Yafeng Garden.

Mo Xiaowan walked in front, Qing Dai walked slowly behind.

After leaving the maple forest path, and walking to the empty maple lawn beside the Xifeng Pavilion, Qingdai suddenly exclaimed from behind.

"Little bowl, a phoenix!"

"What Phoenix?"

Mo Xiaowan was puzzled and turned to look at Qing Dai.

Qingdai exclaimed: "Don't move, shake your head again."

Although Mo Xiaowan didn't know what Qingdai was doing, he still shook his head obediently.

"I know, I understand."

Qing Dai suddenly rushed over, took off the hairpin from Mo Xiaowan's head, and shook it in the sunlight.

Pointing to the shadow cast on the ground, she shouted in surprise, "Xiao Wan, look quickly."

(End of this chapter)