Fuxing Mengfei

Chapter 194 Let him be a slave for life
For several days, Mo Xiaowan was like an eggplant beaten by Shuang, Xie Wudi taught her, she leaned her head on the railing of the pavilion with her head drooping, looking listless.

Xie Wudi read to her to solve her doubts, and she had lost her mind several times.

"Xiaowan, do you have something on your mind?"

Xie Wudi put the book on the stone table: "But because there are people from the palace, the Eighth Prince is invited to court?"

"The government is complicated, you are raised in a deep boudoir, and you don't know the depth of it."

He gently persuaded her: "Since someone from the palace invited the Eighth Prince to go to court, it is enough to see that the government of Xuanyuan Kingdom cannot do without him. For the monarch, a useful person may have far-sightedness, but he will have no near-term worries. Why? Master knows that you and the Eighth Prince have a deep relationship, so he must be worried about this..."

"no!"

Mo Xiaowan supported his chin with his hands, raised his small head, and there was a gleam of hope in his dim eyes.

"Master, what would you do if someone plotted against you?"

An imperceptible sternness flashed across Xie Wudi's eyes, and he said forcefully: "Use the way of others, treat the body of others!"

"Wow, Master, you are simply amazing!"

Xie Wudi's unintentional words filled Mo Xiaowan's heart with hope.

That's right, it's a good way to treat the person in the same way as the person.

Wonderful, wonderful!
Uncle Xuanyuan could secretly use her little paw to make fingerprints while she was fast asleep.

Why can't she return it?

Her Mo Xiaowan is dead anyway, if she sells it, she will sell it!
But Xuanyuanchen is the Eighth Prince of Xuanyuan Kingdom!
It is the most noble existence besides the emperor.

Master Xie Wudi also said just now that he is a useful person to the emperor.

If she took his finger to make a handprint on the deed while he was fast asleep, wow, that would be so majestic.

From then on, the feared Eighth Prince of Xuanyuan Kingdom belonged to Mo Xiaowan.

Hahaha!
Life is her person, death is her ghost, and she will be a slave for the rest of her life...

Wow, just thinking about it makes me so sour.

Mo Xiaowan suddenly felt that splashing ink and brocade tea in Xiangshifang that day was not the most refreshing.

On that day, she has Xuanyuanchen's contract of selling herself, and that is the day when she can really feel proud.

At that time, don't talk about Mo Jinluo, an old hag, or Marquis Weiyuan, whoever dislikes him, she can order him: Be good, Xiao Chenzi, come on, let me kill him.

After Xie Wudi mentioned this point, Mo Xiaowan instantly had a higher pursuit in her heart, and there seemed to be a golden road in front of her, waiting for her to go straight forward.

The haze in my heart for the past few days dissipated in an instant.

Mo Xiaowan suddenly thumped the stone bench and jumped up and down laughing wildly, scaring Xie Wudi.

I know that she has a wild temper, but she has never smiled like this, her mouth is wide open, her eyes are not narrowed, but the smile is completely gone.

This is not an exaggeration, she danced and circled around the table, he was really worried about a little heart, she laughed out of breath...

Xie Wudi tentatively called out: "Little bowl!"

"Hahaha, Master, I laughed so hard!"

Mo Xiaowan's inexplicable excitement still didn't stop, Xie Wudi saw her laughing heartily, so recklessly, so unscrupulous.

Because of her smile, his heart, as peaceful as a clear spring and bright moon, was also throbbing. He couldn't help but be affected by the rhythm of her laughter, the corners of his mouth stretched, and the smile rippled on his face like ripples.

"Little bowl, what is worth being so happy about?"

(End of this chapter)