Marrying on your behalf: the abandoned concubine of the cold-faced prince

Chapter 73

Mo Li returned to the yard in a daze, and saw the dancers in the yard practicing the water sleeve dance. The water sleeve dance was like peach blossoms flying down, her eyes were pink and confused.

Suddenly, Mo Li's eyes lit up, he wiped away the tears on his face, forced the corners of his mouth up, and said while running, "Mother Peony, Mother Peony."

While running, Mo Li thought, "Little bastard, I finally found the place to kill you."

Mo Li ran in front of Peony, and knelt down in front of Peony with a plop: "Mother Peony, please teach me this water sleeve dance, okay?"

Peony looked at Mo Li, her big crying and swollen eyes clearly showed a forced smile: "Do you really want to learn this water sleeve dance? This water sleeve dance is very exhausting, and you need to wear a half-foot-wide belt around your waist." Only in this way can you show your slender waist, can you?" Peony looked at Mo Li's abdomen.

Mo Li rubbed his stomach and said with a smile: "Mother Peony is worrying too much. I asked the doctor, and he said that I have been thinking too much recently, and I caught a cold at night, and my menstruation receded. That's why I have such a false pregnancy pulse. It's okay." Yes, Mother Peony, look at how shabby I am, and the princess in the palace doesn’t like me, maybe they will drive me out of the palace one day, I also want to learn some skills to make a living.”

Peony looked at Mo Li and asked hesitantly: "Really? If you want to be a dancer, you have made up your mind. A dancer will only have dancing as a companion in his life. I will live alone, have you really thought about it? .”

Mo Li smiled wryly: "It's suffering, will I suffer now? I live like an ant and let others trample on me. I hope that one day I can live without worrying about food and clothing, and a piece of property will come to this end of my life."

Peony looked at Mo Li's pale face, swollen eyes, tattered gray-white long dress, and worn-out light green embroidered shoes, filled with sympathy, and touched Mo Li's hair distressedly: "Alright, I've become a dancer." At least it can make your life better, at least you don't have to suffer such torture in the palace, okay, I will teach you this water sleeve dance today, in fact, this water sleeve dance was originally taught to me by your mother, and now I am teaching you for you."

Mo Li hurriedly kowtowed to thank her: "Thank you, thank you, Mother Peony."

Peony helped Mo Li up and said with a smile: "Silly boy, don't cry, these beautiful big eyes will make you cry blind, Xiao Ai, take Mo Li to change clothes."

Xiao Ai was originally a maidservant of a rich family, and the young master of that family became ill-intentioned when he saw her pretty appearance, sneaked into her room at night, raped her.

Unexpectedly, she was caught by the young lady on the spot, and she insisted on framing her for seducing the young master, and beat her out with sticks. The imperial city temple was dying, and it was Peony who saved her.

Yesterday she saw that Mo Li was covered in injuries, which brought back her own sadness, and she already regarded Mo Li as a good sister in her heart, Xiao Ai pulled Mo Li and said with a smile: "Okay, okay, I have a body The sleeve skirt made of good gauze, I'm a little skinny in it, so it's just for you, you look so beautiful, that dress just fits you."

Peony looked at Mo Li's disappearing figure and said, "Sister Furong, don't worry, I won't let you Mo Li be so down and out, and follow your old path."

Peony turned around and looked at the chatting and laughing dancers, and said coldly, "What are you doing? Hurry up and practice dancing, don't force me to beat you, hurry up." Peony picked up the small feather duster beside her The young dancer waved her body: "I told you to be lazy, everyone is loose, right? My old lady will hold you tight."

The sound of peonies Xie Ying rests, and the green poplars are full of the moon in the courtyard.Reminiscing about dreams is hard to come by, and the lights behind the windows are half bright.Cui tin and gold press the face, and the lonely boudoir is covered.People are far away from tears, and Yan Feichun is disabled again.

(End of this chapter)