Qing palace plan: poisonous girl Fanghua dominates the world

Chapter 10 To please the ancestors ([-])
"Old Madam, Miss Fourth please see me."

An old nun bent over and whispered softly in front of the ear of the ancestor who was meditating.

When did this silly little four think of me?The old ancestor was surprised, but still closed his eyes and concentrated on meditating. With a wave of his sleeves, the old mother brought Mo Zhiyuan in.

For all the people and things in this mansion, she didn't particularly favor one side, nor did she particularly hate a certain side, she just knew everything that happened in the mansion from behind.

Mo Zhiyuan looked around, the old woman's room was really luxurious, a piece of blue and white porcelain would be enough for her life.

There was a faint scent of sandalwood in the room. The ancestor was sitting on the front seat with his eyes closed, holding a string of Buddhist beads in his hand, and murmured something in his mouth.

The corner of Mo Zhiyuan's mouth curled into a smile.

"Old lady. Zhiyuan came to see you."

Mo Zhiyuan bit her lip, opened her eyes wide, and looked around, unable to hide the freshness in her eyes!

"Xiao Sier, why did you think of coming to my room today?"

The old ancestor sighed, he was still a fool.

Mo Zhiyuan sharply saw the regret flashing in the ancestor's eyes.

"Old, old lady. Paper kite has someone make a string of Buddhist beads, and give it to the old lady."

"Oh? Bring it up quickly." Hearing Mo Zhiyuan's words, the old lady became interested and couldn't help but cast admiring glances at Mo Zhiyuan. Who said the Fourth Miss of the Prime Minister's Mansion is stupid?It's just fart!
Mo Zhiyuan stretched out her little hand tremblingly.

The old ancestor took the prayer beads in her hand, but his eyes stayed on her arm.

On Mo Zhiyuan's arm, new wounds pressed old wounds, densely covering the entire arm.

"Little Si'er, tell me, what's going on?" The ancestor lifted up Mo Zhiyuan's sleeve, how could there be a whole piece of flesh?In some places, the wounds were obviously new, and the skin was still open, with pus inside.

Mo Zhiyuan quickly retracted her hands, "Old lady, don't look ugly."

"Bastard! Do you think I'm old and bully people under my nose?!" The old ancestor was very angry and slapped the table angrily.
Mo Zhiyuan burst into tears, curling up her body in fear, "Old lady, don't hit me, don't hit me."

"Little Si'er, be good, don't cry, don't cry, I won't hit Xiao Si'er." The old ancestor stood up, hugged Mo Zhiyuan in his arms, and patted her on the back gently.

"Really?" Mo Zhiyuan smiled through tears, with crystal clear tears in the corners of her eyes, like a child who got a sugar figurine, feeling a pang of distress in the old ancestor's heart.

"Xiao Si'er, tell me obediently, who beat Xiao Si'er?"

Hearing the old ancestor's words, Mo Zhiyuan's mouth narrowed, tears began to roll in her eyes again, and she shook her head like a rattle, "Zhiyuan dare not say it, and if Zhiyuan tells it, they will hit me again."

"Hmph! Xiaosi, you are not afraid of me if you are afraid of them? I am the head of the house. If they dare to bully you, they are challenging my authority! I will not let them go!" said the old ancestor angrily. Someone wants to be the mistress of the prime minister's mansion without dying? !

Mo Zhiyuan stared blankly at the old ancestor, her watery eyes flickered, and suddenly she smiled sweetly, her eyes narrowed into a line.

"Hee hee, the second sister and the third sister didn't hit the paper kite, the paper kite is fine." Saying that, Mo Zhiyuan got out of the ancestor's arms and kicked her legs to show that she was healthy.

(End of this chapter)