Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

Song Fei quickly stood up from behind the computer desk. She walked to Song Ci, looked down at the small note in Song Ci's palm, and said, "These macarons are baked uniformly in the cafeteria."

Song Ci asked: "Who is responsible for distributing macarons in the cafeteria today?"

"Mrs. Mo." Song Fei's tone was intriguing.

Song Ci didn't say anything else. She opened the note and saw a row of Juanxiu's handwriting——

[Family meeting, there are few people in Xishan. 】

Song Ci and Song Fei looked at each other, their eyes fluctuating.

"There are few people in Xishan during the family meeting," Song Fei told Song Ci: "The night after tomorrow is the time for the Mo family's family meeting. At that time, all members of the Mo family who are fifteen years old or older will attend the meeting."

"So the night after tomorrow, Xishan has the least number of people on duty." An idea came to Song Ci. She looked up at Song Fei, only to see Song Fei staring at her.

There was a strange light in the eyes of the two sisters.

Obviously, they thought of getting together again.

Song Fei said: "The day after tomorrow, we will go to the back mountain."

"good."

In class the next day, Song Ci heard the students of the Mo family discussing the family meeting tomorrow night. Song Ci heard this and poked the boy in the front row on the back.

When the young man looked back, Song Ci asked: "Little brother, do you all want to attend the family meeting?" The children of this generation of the Mo family are all from the Feng generation, and occasionally there are a few from the Sui generation with names like Almost, Song Ci can't remember it.

The boy was only seventeen years old. Song Ci called him "little brother" and made the guy blush.

He was embarrassed to stare at Song Ci, his eyes kept turning, and he said nervously, "Everyone over the age of fifteen must participate, and it only happens once every three months."

Song Ci asked again: "Only members of the family can participate in family meetings, but we foreigners can't."

The boy scratched the back of his head in embarrassment and said, "That's natural."

"Okay, I get it."

Seeing that Song Fei had nothing else to ask him, the young man turned his head and continued chatting with his friends.

Song Ci poked Friday's arm with the tip of his pen, who was dozing off. Awakened by the poke, he looked sideways at her, his eyes full of questions. "You're looking for me?"

Song Ci said: "Uncle Zhou, let's have dinner together tonight?"

Friday seemed to have seen a ghost, "Did you take the wrong medicine?" Or did he not wake up? This cold-faced little queen would actually take the initiative to invite him to dinner?

Song Ci had a cold face, and she said, "If you don't want to eat together, forget it."

As a result, when he went to eat after class, Friday carried his bag and consciously followed Song Ci to the cafeteria.

When eating, they sit in the corner with the fewest people. Song Ci made sure that their conversation would not be overheard, and then said to Friday: "We are going to Xishan tomorrow to pick some spiritual fruits. Uncle Zhou, do you want to go with us?"

Friday: "Huh?"

I saw Song Ci's eyes were particularly serious on Friday, and I gradually figured out Song Ci's true intentions.

I'm afraid that picking the spiritual fruit is fake, but it's true to find out other situations.

The two people's eyes communicated silently for a moment, and Wu Wu suddenly said: "Okay, the Mo family is stingy too, they are reluctant to give us more fruits. I ate a few of them that night, and I have been thinking about them these past few days. That smell."

"Then let's go tomorrow."

"good."

Because of what she had to do tomorrow, Song Ci kept dreaming after she fell asleep that night. She dreamed that she went to Xishan and did not find Granny Yao. Instead, she was discovered by Mo Qingkuang.

Later, Song Ci became a medicine man who was imprisoned in the back mountain.

Song Ci was startled and woke up. She sat up from the bed and found that it was only half past three in the night. She wiped the sweat from her forehead and heard Song Fei say: "Are you dreaming?"

"Um."

"What dream?"

Song Ci said: "I dreamed that we were discovered by Mo Zhangkuang, and I dreamed that I was locked up in the back mountain." She also dreamed that she was being bled. In short, it was a horror drama.

Song Fei hugged Song Ci's waist and said, "Song Ci, I will protect you."

Patting Song Ci's lower abdomen, Song Fei told Song Ci: "I tell you, just these days, I secretly put chronic viruses in the drinking water of Mo's house. If we can leave safely, I will put the solution Then secretly put the medicine into the water."

Knowing that the Mo family's attack was extremely dangerous, Song Fei could not be unprepared.

"If they find out your identity" Song Fei didn't complete the rest, but Song Ci understood what Song Fei meant. If Song Ci had three advantages and two disadvantages, Song Fei would let everyone in the Mo clan bury her with her!

Song Ci finally felt at ease, and she shrank into Song Fei's arms, "Song Fei, you must protect me."

"Um."

Song Ci was still not very familiar with her in the second half of the night, but at dawn, she slept soundly. Seeing that Song Ci was sleeping soundly, Song Fei didn't wake her up. When Song Ci woke up, it was already nine o'clock. She quickly washed up, then went to the medicinal material warehouse to continue her boring study.

Seeing Song Ci coming, Mo Fengying stopped her and said, "Hey."

Song Ci cast a proud look at Mo Fengying, "Huh?"

Mo Fengying stared at Song Ci's weak face and said, "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Song Ci shook his head.

"Then you look very weak. Did you not get any rest last night? Are you sick?"

Realizing that Mo Fengying really cared about her, Song Ci put away her impatience and replied perfunctorily: "There are only a few days every month, it's okay."

Hearing this, Mo Fengying thought of those days of the month for girls.

Song Ci walked to his seat and sat down, exchanging glances with Friday. She received her share of the medicine and was concentrating on studying the ingredients of the medicine. Suddenly, a hand stretched out from the front.

Song Ci looked up and saw the young man in front of her handing her a purse bag.

Song Ci was a little confused, what are you doing?

"What is this?" Song Ci thought the boy was chasing her, so she gave herself a gift. She was still thinking about how to politely reject the boy without hurting his heart, when she heard the boy say: "Sister Fengying passed it on to you."

Song Ci: "."

Fortunately, she hasn't said those sentimental words yet.

"What is it?"

"I don't know either."

Song Ci took the purse and waited until the boy turned around before she opened the red envelope. But what Song Ci didn't expect was that there was a bag of candy in the purse, which looked like small pieces of brown sugar made by Mo Fengying herself.

she:?

After class, Mo Fengying came over, stayed at Song Ci's table for a while, and told her: "That's a brown sugar pill I developed myself. It can relieve menstrual pain very well."

The aunt didn't come, but she had a nightmare and couldn't sleep well. So Song Ci, who looked weak, expressed her gratitude to Mo Fengying, then picked up a brown sugar cube and threw it into her mouth.

It tastes delicious. Song Ci is not a brown sugar person, but she also thinks this sugar tastes good.

After school in the afternoon, while eating, Song Ci heard the radio in the valley constantly broadcasting information about tonight's family meeting, calling on every clan member to attend the family meeting.

After eating, Song Ci noticed that many people were rushing towards Shensi Tower. Even the aunts and uncles in the cafeteria cleared away the plates early, locked the restaurant, and walked to the cable car transfer area and to Shensi Building.

The distance between Beishan and Xishan is seven to eight hundred meters, but it would take more than two hours to walk just a few hundred meters away. The so-called crying after seeing the house is a true portrayal of these valleys.

At eight o'clock, almost all the Mo people went to Shensi Tower, and Song Ci and the three of them took the cable car to Xishan Mountain.

Sitting on the cable car, I felt a little nervous on Friday and closed my legs tightly.

Song Ci asked him: "Uncle Zhou, are you starting to be afraid now?"

Zhou Wuxu squinted his eyes and said with a trembling voice, "I'm afraid of heights."

Song Ci: "That's really hard for you."

I squinted my eyes the whole time on Friday, not daring to look down the mountainside for fear that my legs would become weak. The cable car slid slowly for a few minutes before reaching the halfway point of Xishan Mountain. Xishan is the steepest and most valuable of the several hills, because the most precious medicinal materials are grown on this hill.

The road on the west mountain is still the most primitive dirt road, and there is no cement road.

Friday said: "Where does the Qiling Fruit grow?"

When Song Fei had nothing to do, he had already found a location with the best view and used a telescope to look over the Western Mountains. Hearing this, she said: "Climb up forty meters, then turn left. There will be a small col over there, where the medicinal herbs grow most vigorously."

The most prosperous medicinal materials must grow in the most fertile land.

So the three of them climbed the mountain in the dark and found the small col. As Song Fei said, this small mountain col is indeed full of expensive treasures of heaven and earth. Behind the medicinal materials, there are some green vines growing along the mountain wall. On these vines, there are strings of buds. Spiritual fruit.

Friday took out the backpack he had prepared and said, "Steal it."

Song Fei and Song Ci quickly picked dozens of Qiling Fruits and threw them into Friday's backpack. After picking the spiritual fruit, the three of them stood motionless in the night.

Friday was the first to break the silence, "You come to Xishan not only to pick spiritual fruits, right?"

Neither Song Ci nor Song Fei answered.

Friday added: "What exactly are you looking for?"

Song Fei asked Friday: "Do you think it was really a strange beast that saved the emperor?"

Friday's eyelids twitched and his heartbeat became faster. He looked at the Song sisters and pondered for a long time before confessing. "Where is the strange beast? It's a human being. That strange beast dressed in a miraculous way is General Nangongxian."

Song Fei said: "It is indeed like this."

Friday looked sideways at the two sisters and asked curiously: "Why do you care so much about this? What exactly do you want to find out?"

Song Ci told Friday: "People like Nangongxian who are born with the aroma of medicine are called medicine people. Their flesh, flesh and heart are the same as those of the legendary beasts."

Under the moonlight, this Western Mountain is like a tombstone, with the corpses of countless medicine people buried underneath.

Song Ci seemed to feel the resentment of Sun Chaser Arrow again. She took a deep breath and then said: "Among Nangong Xian's descendants, there are many people who are medicine people like Nangong Xian. On the back mountain, there are people imprisoned. The last medicine man in the world."

"Our real purpose is to find out the filth behind this traditional Chinese medicine family. We want to rescue the medicine man, give justice to the Nangong family, and expose the ugliness of the Mo family to the public!"

Song Ci tilted her head towards Friday and raised her chin, "Uncle Zhou, do you want to join us and become Ultraman for once and fight little monsters?"

Although Friday is already over 50 years old, he still has a dream of adventure hidden in his heart. He always remembered the contents of the book written by the miracle doctor Zhou, and wanted to prove whether the so-called strange beast was a human being or a real strange beast.

Friday rubbed his face and sighed: "I didn't expect that I would be able to do something that my ancestors have never been able to accomplish. Let's go and fight the little monsters!"

Song Ci was about to go to the top of the mountain to climb to the back mountain, but Song Fei said: "I have observed these days that there are no traces of people walking on the top of Xishan Mountain, but yesterday I discovered that the head of the Mo family had been to this small mountain col."

As the head of the family, Mo Suixin was not here to pick the spiritual fruit.

Song Ci stared at the mountain wall in front of her and said, "The shortcut to the back mountain is right in front of us."

Friday said: "I know this. There is an escape passage in the mountain behind our house. Such escape doors usually resemble the color of the mountain, but they are still different. The back of the escape door is empty."

Friday knocked on the mountain wall in front of him, and soon he hit a stone wall with the sound of a hollow drum. "This is the door." Friday pushed the door hard, and the door was pushed open instantly, and a path that could allow two people to pass led directly to the other side of the mountain.

Friday walked in first, Song Ci walked in the middle, and Song Fei walked in the back with a flashlight.

It was so dark inside the mountain that you couldn't even see your fingers if you stretched out your hand. Song Ci turned on his flashlight and found that night lights were installed on the stone walls on both sides of the passage, but they didn't know where to turn the switch.

After walking through the mountain for more than three minutes, Friday said: "We're here."

In front of Friday is a stone door.

Friday held the flashlight in his mouth and pushed open the stone door forcefully. After a rumble, the stone door was pushed open and the three of them walked out together.

Outside the door, it was still dark.

Friday raised the light in his hand, and before he could see anything clearly, he heard an old voice without fluctuation: "Who?"

When no one answered, the old woman asked again: "Don't be arrogant?"

The old man's voice is like a kind of bones sliding over stones, which makes people's eardrums feel uncomfortable. This is because the owner of the voice rarely speaks.

Song Ci waved his hand and looked around, only to find that they were in a secret room, and the person who spoke was probably hiding and they couldn't see it.