Poison Consort and Her Tyrant

When Feng Xiaoye left, Mo Yihan also caught the offending servant and put her in the firewood room. As for Yu Zhi, she just ordered her not to leave the room.

He knew that his father's gratitude to the Yu family had become particularly abnormal.

He really didn't want to repay his kindness and let him risk his lifelong happiness.

A few days later, the elders of the Yu family came.

Feng Xiaoye also stayed in the palace and didn't go out, but he often asked people in the palace to inquire about the Mohist school.

If she pretended not to care, in fact, she cared more than anyone at the bottom of her heart.

"Princess, if you really care so much, why don't you go directly to the Mohist school?" Jingrong whispered a reminder.

"That won't work." Feng Xiaomo strode forward. When Jingrong said this, his face was stiff. "As a daughter, my family should be so reserved. If they really want to marry my family, Ono should show some sincerity. The eldest son of the Yu family is still in the Mohist family. This may be..."

He didn't go on. He was afraid that his sister would not be able to bear it.

Feng Xiaoye smiled and said, "it's nothing. He's not the only man in the world."

"Yes, yes." Feng Xiaomo quickly nodded and agreed, "just figure it out."

"Brother Prince, you are such a fool." At this time, Hou Fengqian Jue also just walked in and heard his brother's words. The corners of his mouth twitched.

His ten year old child can hear that the second sister is comforting herself and Feng Xiaomo. Don't worry.

Feng Xiaomo glanced at his talkative brother, "smelly boy, what are you talking about?"

"The maidservant will send someone to inquire again." Jingrong volunteered and walked out.

She is definitely very interested in Ono's marriage.

If the Mohist school is not a good family, they just don't want it.

Will a princess worry that no one wants it?

Feng Xiaomo nodded and agreed very much, "if it's bad news, tell me first."

Feng Xiaoye looked at the way he cared so much, crying and laughing.

But... The bottom of my heart is also warm.

At least her family made her feel warm and never forced her to do anything. Her parents and brothers and sisters are so kind to her. She has a happy family.

Until the night falls.

Feng Xiaomo got the news and came to see her. It seemed that he wanted to stop talking.

"Brother, how's it going?" Feng Xiaoye asked quickly.

Since Jing Rong told Feng Xiaomo the news first, it must be bad news.

Seeing his brother's look like he wanted to say and didn't know what to say, Feng Xiaoye said, "it's all right. You tell me I can bear it."

Can fully bear it, because she has already thought of the worst result in the bottom of her heart.

Even though Mo Yihan wants to marry her again, old general Mo doesn't seem to have this idea at all. Old general Mo thinks that only two marriages can repay the Yu family. That's right. He will certainly try his best to force Mo Yihan to agree to marry the Yu family.

Sure enough

Feng Xiaomo said, "Ono, if I say it, you don't want to be unhappy."

Feng Ono nodded.

"They are going to get married on the 20th of this month... The matter has been settled. Mo Yihan... Sent someone to talk to me and let me pass a few words on his behalf... Say..."

"Needless to say." Feng Xiaoye drooped his eyes, and the dim light at the bottom of his eyes was covered. "If you make an apology or bear me, don't say it. I don't want to know."

She got up and went straight to the inner hall.

"Second sister? Ono!" The voice of Feng Xiaomo kept calling behind him, but he still didn't stop Feng Xiaoye.

Soon, the inner hall door closed and there was no sound.

The wind rustles and the street holds the forehead.

Jingrong sighed: "how could this happen?"

Well, it makes my princess sad.

Feng Xiaoye is introverted. Even if she is sad at the bottom of her heart, she will never show in front of everyone and let people see her fragile side.

Feng Xiaomo turned his head and said, "look at her well. Don't let her do stupid things. I'll go back to the East Palace first."

"Your Highness."

The wind Xiao Mo's hand was behind him and walked out slowly. The voice and color were light, but the eye color was extremely deep.

If Mo Yihan makes his sister sad, he will never spare the boy!

……

The next day, just after dawn, Jingrong came to the east palace.

"Your Highness, princess, she... Left a letter and left."

"Gone?" Feng Xiaomo looked stunned and raised his head from a pile of memorials.

Don't mention that there have been many changes in memorials recently. He especially sympathizes with his father and Emperor. It's a national event that's hard to deal with!

Jingrong handed the letter left by Feng Xiaoye to him, in a somewhat astringent tone, "what did the princess say to wander the Jianghu? Princess, this is..."

"Tut tut." Feng Xiaomo took the letter and looked at it. He couldn't help but smack his tongue.

It's really his sister's temperament.

If you don't agree, you'll go out to wander the Jianghu.

Does she know what she's doing?

Sure enough, the girl's family is all about love.

"Do you want to send someone to chase?" Jing Rong is worried.

"No, it's not the first time for her." Feng Xiaomo lost the letter in a casual tone, "if she is tired, she will come back naturally."

Jingrong takes a breath from the corner of his mouth and wants to remind his highness that this is his sister, not someone else.

……

Mohism.

"Brother Han..." Yu Zhi stood at the door with a bowl of clear porridge. The door was closed. Her voice sounded pitiful. "The dust has settled. Don't regenerate Xiaozhi's anger, okay?"

There was no movement in the house.

Yu Zhi lowered her voice a lot: "brother Han, do you believe me once? Your father forced you to marry me. It really has nothing to do with me."

Anyway, no one answered her.

No one expected that old general Mo would force Mo Yihan to marry her with death.

She didn't expect it herself.

General Mo was cruel to his son and even more cruel to himself.

Mo Yihan wants to refuse to resist again, but he looks at his father pointing a dagger at the heart and has stabbed an inch into the heart. Why doesn't he agree?

He couldn't believe that his father forced him to marry a woman and forced him to die!

……

Feng Xiaoye left the imperial capital with his horse and arrived at the border between Tianxuan and Tianyan a few days later.

She ran away so far and didn't want to hear anything about Mohism.

It was clear that everything was as she expected, but she still couldn't let go of the boredom.

OK, check in at the inn.

She was going upstairs to have a rest. A group of women stood at the door of the inn talking.

"I heard that the fortune teller monk is very accurate in fortune telling! Why don't you believe me?"

"True or false? How much is it?"

"It's so cheap. It's only three Wen."

"Isn't it a liar?"

"Liar lied to you for three Wen? I'm full!"

At this time, the waiter rushed over and shouted, "Hey, hey, you affect our business here. Talk while you talk!" As he spoke, he waved his broom and asked the women to leave.

The woman saw that he came so ferociously, so she had to leave bitterly.

Feng Xiaoye raised his eyebrows curiously. He was in a bad mood. Why don't he count his life?

When she was recuperating in modern times, she especially liked to study constellations with the little girl in the next bed. She liked such clearly superstitious things but believed them deeply.

She put down some simple salutes and went to the street to find the fortune teller's vendor.

At the moment, the night is cool and thin, but the street is particularly lively. There are a lot of pedestrians coming and going, especially fortune tellers and vendors.

Seeing that there were too many people in line, Feng Xiaoye wanted to turn around and go, but suddenly she found that the fortune teller looked familiar

A monk.

He looks very handsome. He is wearing a simple white cloth clothes and has no special ornaments. He just sits there and tells fortune.

After one guest after another threw the money to him, he didn't raise his eyebrows and eyes, and continued to pinch his fingers and fortune telling.

It's senior brother Wuji.

When Feng Xiaoye thought of his life in Dalong temple, the haze at the bottom of his heart was swept away and he decided to line up.

Although there were a lot of people in the row, she had to sigh that Wuji was a fortune teller. It was her turn in a moment.

"What does the girl want?"

Wind Ono sat down and raised his lips, "marriage."

Since that's not her lover, someone is her lover, isn't it?

Wu Ji heard her voice, raised his head and looked at her in some amazement, ah.

Although Feng Xiaoye and her childhood have changed a little, her beautiful facial features can still see her as a child.

"You..." he didn't say a complete word for a long time.

"Elder martial brother, tell me your fortune." Feng Xiaoye urged discontentedly, "I won't let you count for nothing."

Wuji was embarrassed. She really told her fortune in a serious way.

After pinching his fingers for a while, he suddenly showed a slightly strange look.

Feng Xiaoye approached him and whispered, "what's the matter?"

"Your marriage... I can't see through it!"

"Elder martial brother, are you teasing me?" Feng Xiaoye frowned discontentedly.

Is he really a fortune teller? She doesn't believe it.

However, seeing that so many people are here, she knows enough about Wuji. It's impossible to pretend to be a fortune teller to cheat?

Wu Ji smiled and shook his head. "How did I lie to you?"

After a pause, he added, "monks don't lie."

The people behind could not help complaining when they saw that they were talking so slowly.

"I'm sorry, that's all for today." Wuji stood up, apologized to the crowd, took things away.

Feng Ono stared in amazement.

Not only she was stunned, but others were also stunned.

But in the fury of the crowd, she followed him away.

"Elder martial brother, why did you come here to be a liar?"

Wuji coughed bitterly by her words, "I'm not a liar!"

What on earth did she think that he was a liar?

Feng Xiaoye tilted his head and asked, "if you are not a liar, why can't you calculate my marriage alone?"

This made Wu Ji look a little ugly.

He saw her marriage, but he didn't want to tell her. Is it selfish?

The marriage of Feng Ono

"What's the use of these marriages? Fate will come when it should come. You can't hide." Silence relieved the embarrassment and hurriedly explained.

Wind Ono tilted his mouth. "Elder martial brother, you're avoiding the important and ignoring the light. You haven't answered my question yet."

"Alas... It's like this. Master said that if I go out to practice, I can go back and return to the secular world."

"Uh?" The wind blows from the corner of Ono's mouth.

Such a wonderful request is indeed the work of Abbot Yuanji.

"How many do you count now?"

"Only 300 people." Wu Ji showed a sense of decadence.

Wind Ono puffed and laughed.