Fuxing Mengfei

Chapter 31

The old lady, Weiyuan Hou's mother and son could only watch helplessly as the Eighth Prince, holding Mo Xiaowan in his arms, disappeared step by step into Changchun Garden.

The place where the eight kings passed was swept by a strong wind, and it was a mess.

The guards of the Marquis of Weiyuan were captured by the fierce killing spirit. After the Eighth Prince stepped out of the palace gate, he automatically rolled away. Just like that, Xuanyuanchen disappeared without looking at the wounded Mo Xiaowan. In the eyes of everyone.

The old lady Weiyuanhou was trembling with anger, if Chunlan hadn't supported her, her legs would have trembled and she would have fallen down.

With Chunlan supporting her, the old lady could barely support her instinctively. The bad thing was that Mo Xiaowan poked her head out again before leaving the palace gate, looked at the old lady and Mo Xiaocheng sarcastically, and blinked with a smirk.

The old lady couldn't hold her breath, she rolled her eyes and fell into Chunlan's arms.

"Mother!"

"grandmother!"

"Grandma..."

Shou Xing lost his temper, and Changchun Garden was in chaos.

The few people in the hall hurriedly helped the old lady onto the soft couch. Mo Jinluo knew where the root of her illness was, so he asked Chunlan to feed her a glass of water, and kept stroking her chest.

After a while, the old lady woke up leisurely.

"Sinister, all the good things you do are due to your evildoer..."

The first thing the old lady did when she woke up was to point at Marquis Weiyuan slightly, she was so angry that she couldn't hold her breath, her eyes darkened and she fell down again.

A good old lady's birthday, because of a small ink bowl, the Changchun Garden became a mess of porridge.

Everyone circled around the fainted Mrs. Weiyuan Hou, but they didn't notice that Mo Qianlang was missing.

Mo Ganlang, who was supposed to be around the old lady, climbed up a big tree with twirling branches and leaves. Standing on the branch, he could look over the courtyard wall and see the gorgeous carriage with brocade and dark patterns at the gate of the mansion.

He ran after Mo Xiaowan all the way, panting and hid among the branches and leaves, just in time to see the tall and tall Eighth Prince with his arms around that stupid girl Mo Xiaowan and get on the carriage.

The heavy curtain was drawn down, blocking his sight, and no one knew that Mo Ganlang, who buried himself among the leaves, had nostalgia, reluctance, and emptiness in his eyes.

Even Su Gu, who had chased the carriage for a long distance, didn't know that there was another person like her who was concerned about Mo Xiaowan who disappeared around the corner of the street in the carriage.

The guests who came to the Weiyuan Hou's Mansion to celebrate his birthday all saw that the Eighth Prince, who has never been close to women, left the Hou's Mansion with a little girl in his arms, and got into the carriage of the Eighth Prince's Mansion.

Although she was a little girl with no hair at all, but a lady from a famous family, who was photographed by the prestige and power of the Eighth Prince, wished that the person who was embraced by the Eighth Prince was herself.

For that Mo Xiaowan who was favored by the Eight Kings, envy, jealousy and resentment arose.

It's just what they see.

The fact is that as soon as they got into the carriage, the Eighth Prince threw Mo Xiaowan on the floor of the carriage, leaving him far away in disgust.

Feng Yi sneaked into the carriage halfway, and as soon as he came up, he skillfully handed over a handkerchief washed with tea, and Xuanyuan Chen carefully wiped the palms of the hands that hugged Mo Xiaowan.

As if this was not enough, he stood up and brushed off the stains on his robe, frowning deeply, as if he was stained with something terribly dirty.

"Master, that old hag fainted from anger, and the Changchun Garden was in chaos. When I think of her angry face, hahaha..."

As soon as Feng was glanced at by Xuanyuan Chen, he immediately stopped laughing, and said courteously from the side: "Master, bear with me, I'm going to the palace soon, I think it's dirty, just throw this robe away."

(End of this chapter)