Who moved this king's book of life and death

Chapter 950

Pei Huang and Yan Ran smiled, with an indescribable coldness: "It's natural, isn't it possible that mother doesn't know her daughter's dancing skills?" As soon as something she was proud of was mentioned, she immediately beamed with joy, and even the frown The original resentment also dissipated.

Mo Shi came behind the screen, and after some freshening up, she came out and sat on the armchair. She looked at the embroidered frame on the table, and the suppressed anger in her heart burned again.When she was a girl, she also learned how to embroider with the skillful golden needle, and she could embroider those animals lifelike. But now, what gives her a headache is the long-extinct warm silk, and she doesn't know where to make such a precious silk. Embroidery thread, this clever woman can't cook without rice, even if she has amazing craftsmanship, but without embroidery thread, her eyes will be darkened, and she has no idea.

A maidservant with slender shoulders and thin waist in a green jacket came forward, holding freshly brewed ginger tea soup in her hand.

Mrs. Mo glanced at her, and said calmly, "Where did Brother Yan go? He was still in Subai Courtyard just now."

There was a flash of panic in Huamei's eyes, and she felt uneasy: "Master, he went to Huajie and Liuxiang to have a good time again."

Before he finished speaking, Mo knocked over the cloisonne teacup in excitement, and the boiling hot ginger tea immediately splashed on the maid's delicate skin. She was so painful that she burst into tears, but she didn't dare to utter a sound.Mo's has indeed lost power now, but this wrecked ship still has three nails, no matter how she is, she is her own master, and it is easy for her to kill herself now.

Mo Shi stared hard at his eyes, and said in a low voice: "What an ignorant little bastard, it's useless for me to pave the way for him, but he is good, he doesn't even know how to put on airs, and he doesn't care what day it is today. , His aunt has just been buried in the ground, and he sneaked out to have a good time, if the master and his colleagues saw this, it would be good."

The cold fingers clenched tightly. If she had gained power before, she could have sent Granny Cui to pull this ineffective little bastard back from Huajie Liuxiang as if nothing had happened. If you find it, you can't stop the matter.

The master is angry now. If the master sees that the son he has cultivated is so unprogressive, he will even feel jealous of her. When the time comes, the princess will hide a needle in his mouth, and her son will suffer!
Mo Shi was so angry that she almost fainted, when a sarcastic voice came from outside the house, provoking her nerves that were about to break.

"Little bastard, don't be afraid that the jade pendant will be returned to me... You are going to kill people to silence..." Mo Shi was startled by the intermittent words, her eyes burst open suddenly, from these simple and sharp words, Mo Shi has already Guess what!
If the old ancestor and the old man listened to this, I'm afraid that everyone in their second room would suffer.

Mo Shi stood up in a panic, and hurried out of the yard, only then did he discover the source of the sound—it was the parrot hanging in the veranda.

The colorful and dazzling hair of this parrot was deliberately cut into pieces. It was the masterpiece of Sister Huang. Who made this parrot be given to her by Qingqing in a false way.

As for the little bastard it was talking about, it was of course her useless son. When they were together with their own family, she had scolded the helpless A Dou without hesitation.

(End of this chapter)