Reborn: Femme Fatale First Daughter

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Updated: 2014-03-28

"What a good text, let the king also look at it." Feng Zhenlei, who was sitting on the other side of Feng Xuanxuan, liked these. At this time, the two of them were gorgeous, one word at a time, and became curious. Qin Gongzi wants.

The son Qin was having a headache at this time, holding the poem paper in his hand to look at it, not to look at it. It was difficult to think of what to say to him for a while, and he was in a dilemma. When he saw the palace of Yan King, he would stand up and respect him Feng Fenglei.

Feng Leilei didn't have so much scruples, took it and read it gently, "Double butterfly embroidered Luo skirt, Zhu Fan is not evenly distributed. The colored sleeves are independent, Wei Yuyan returns." Lu smiled and said, "Okay, the deep girlfriends are lonely. The ladies are waiting for Yan to return. They are independent in the rain, Zhu Fan is shallow, and the colored sleeves are facing the wind. It is not gorgeous. The eighth brother and You Shizi are right."

Originally, it was just an ordinary poem of a woman, which was explained by him. It really made people feel charming for no reason. Many people involuntarily revealed a comprehensible smile on their faces. This is a young lady who has no boudoir training. Write such a glorious poem.

"The third brother also said it was okay, and the king felt the same way. I have never seen such a poem in the red sleeve strokes before. This song can be a leader. I do n’t know the lady who wrote this poem is so Yanli, the third brother looked at it, but is there any mark? Only such beautiful poems can actually write such poems. Feng Yanran smiled and waved at You Yuecheng, signaled that he didn't care, and was interested later. Laughed at the wind Feng Lei.

Compare the poem of a deep boudoir girl to the kind of thick poem written by the prostitute in Qinglou, a man in Red Sleeve, and also say that you can compete for the top, a poem that is already a good work, so he pushed and said, where There is also the solemnity of Miss Qianjin, and listening to his meaning, she will also have to meet the beauty for a while, which will not only embarrass Qin Gongzi even Feng Lei.

Everyone is a family son, a royal nobleman, how can they tarnish the reputation of the lady. Feng Fenglei just started to make fun, but at this time, she felt a little uncomfortable, and she threw the poems in the hand to the housemaid on the side, indicating He continued to pass down.

In the face of Man Chaogui's son, you must not let your brother lose face, but the whole royal face was lost like Feng Yanran, and his face was glorious. The housekeeper who followed him was also smart. , Busy bowed back and took two steps before turning around and walking towards the lower part of the table, the other side was far away from the wind and would not attract his attention.

"Bapal, I heard that you have built a bright moon pavilion in your house these days, which is faintly opposite to your Jinwei Pavilion, which has rocky mountains and flowing water, a small bridge and a lotus pond, and some rare two-color plum blossoms. Why? You don't want to live in Jinwei Pavilion, you want to move the house? "Feng Minlei smiled slightly, raised a cup of tea from the table and asked with a smile.

Everyone knows that His Royal Highness Xuan Xuan lived in Jinwei Pavilion because of a sudden rise, and it was unexpected that he was banned by the emperor. He had tossed the house again in two days, and it turned out to be a cricket in the middle.

When I saw the house in my own house, Feng Xuan dyed Junmu's evil intentions and seemed to be interested. I forgot about the poem, and leaned back on the chair bar. That Mingyue Pavilion is not finished yet. I want to live in it. Brother 3, there are still too few plum blossoms in my place. Why do n’t you help me to mention it to my father, the plum blossoms in Jin ’s old residence let me make a few more. come out?"

Although King Jin's throne has passed for more than 30 years, some large families still know the taboos of Zong Wendi today. Where can I dare to mention these things? Where can I talk about Jin King's old imperial palace like the High King Xuan? For so many years, although everyone knows that this is the old residence of the King of Jin, there is anyone who dares to touch the mold of the emperor.

This dare to say! Everyone shook their heads in their hearts, and their faces were not seductive. After talking in twos and twos, they heard the two royal brothers talking calmly.

"My eighth brother joked, how dare the third brother dare to mention it, and not let his father scold him. Forget it, if the eighth brother really likes plum blossoms, there are a few precious two-color plums in the third brother. Brother, how? "Feng Yanlei glanced at the wind, and drank with a smile.

"Thank you so much for the third brother. After I build the Mingyue Pavilion, I can watch the bright moon in it and watch the breeze. When that time, I must invite the third brother to come and enjoy the feast. Brother Day said, isn't it? "Feng Yanran brightened his eyes and laughed.

Will beauty dance? What this said is that in the presence of so many people, it is necessary to take care of the royal decent. This court tune is really admirable ...

"Say it at that time, if there is a chance, you must go to the eighth brother's house." Feng Yanxuan first gave a haha.

"Yes, I have the opportunity to come with my elder brother." There was no difficulty in Feng Jielei's face. Although it was Hu Yan, he pulled in Feng Xuan in hand. Noisy like the wind and dye.

While the princes were chatting, all the poems of the ladies in the boudoir were packed, and the housekeeper collected all the poems in a brocade box and sent them to the left island.

Mo Xuetong doesn't know many people, unlike Mo Xuemin, who sometimes talks to the people around him, so he just sits quietly and looks at the crowd surrounded by the center, showing a gentle smile Xue Min, quite contented at the banquet center. At this time, the banquet was almost over, and the ladies who performed were also retreated. The ladies gathered in groups of three or five, whispered their own words, and laughter came from time to time.

Mo Xuetong is quiet because she knows few people, so she enjoys the scenery by herself. The two islands are surrounded by each other, as if holding hands.

A maid came over to pour tea. When she took the tea, Mo Su moved suddenly in her palms, and Mo Xuetong looked up suddenly, seeing the maiden blinked at her and motioned for her to follow.

Looking around, everyone was chatting and talking around the small group, because she was here again in the corner, inconspicuous, put down the tea cup, stood up calmly, as the maid went to the side, behind, Mo Xuemin was talking to a lady, her eyes were slightly raised, she caught a touch of color on the corner of Mo Xue's clothes, and her lips were lightly smug and venomous, and then she became gentle and docile, and continued to laugh with the lady around her.

"Which house are you from? What's the matter?" Mo Xuetong followed the maiden to the corner of the secluded place, stopped, and asked.

The palace girl who walked in front of her turned around immediately and responded with a ritual: "Ms. Mo San, is this? I was asked by a son to send me over."

Mo Xuetong took the note, glanced around, and found that only a few words were written on it: See you in the garden, Qingfang Pavilion! Tell me about the important cause of your mother's death. There is no signature below. The important cause of the death of the mother, Mo Xuetong's hand involuntarily tightened the note in her hand.

"Miss, the boy hurriedly said this and left, saying that if the lady has any doubts, she will know everything in a moment. At that time, slavery comes and brings the lady over." The palace lady frowned when she saw her frown. Asked and answered cleverly.

"Which son is that?" Mo Xuetong asked, although he knew that the question was asked in vain.

Sure enough, the palace lady hesitated twice, respectfully said: "The slaves really don't know which world son, so I just can't tell Miss Mo San, and I hope Ms. San forgive me. The slaves don't know what the man said on the note. If the lady really didn't want to see her, then the slave went back to the boy, wouldn't it? "

"No need, thank you for telling this sister." Mo Xuetong thought for a moment, with a faint smile on her face, and pulled out a ruby-inlaid puppet from her head, and sent it to the maiden's hand, grateful.

"Thank you, Miss, you have no meritorious power. How can you take Miss's hand ornaments." Looking at such a beautiful Jin Ye, the palace girl hesitated twice, or resisted the temptation and pushed it.

"Why is my sister so polite? I have to thank her for helping me so much this time." Mo Xuetong smiled and pulled over her hand, and put her uncle in her hands kindly.

"Thank you, Miss Three. After the banquet, Miss Three will return to the shore. Don't leave first. The slaves will come and take Miss Three over." The palace maid pushed it twice. Caring for the road, after saying a confession to Mo Xuetong, turned and left.

This maid is not an ordinary maid, just to see if she calmly blocked her question, which house has n’t answered yet, while she said that she did n’t know the truth of the note, and she said that she wanted to Take yourself over, why did you die? Mo Xuetong felt a distressed heart and smiled coldly. Someone used this to seduce herself. That is to say, her mother's affairs and her own affairs. Others have always looked at her and knew that she had doubts about her mother's death.

Such people can only be Mofu people!

People in Mofu, but also related to the death of the mother, but have a relationship with the palace ...

It seems that Mofu is not so complicated ...

I do n’t know how this maiden finds herself among so many ladies, and she went to the palace the last time. She had been in Yuncheng before, and did n’t see much outsiders. Then how could she recognize herself at a glance and think of that maiden When I came in, I used my eyes to look left and right, but when I saw Mo Xuemin, my eyes lightened, and then I fell on herself sitting alone behind her, thinking about it.

No wonder Mo Xuemin danced long sleeves tonight, attracted all the ladies around her, and let herself sit alone, no one paid attention to it. On weekdays, Mo Xuemin showed gentleness and generosity, which is impossible. Obviously set aside, regardless of the sister's affectionate reputation.

Shuimu glanced at Mo Xuemin standing not far away, and his eyes were trembling!

It turned out there was Mo Xuemin inside!

When I returned to the banquet, the banquet was about to end. The queen was announcing the final winner of the poem name. What the queen and others could not have imagined was that Mo Xuemin was the winner. The hook on her poem agreed The whole paper was almost full, showing the satisfaction level of the son-in-law.

Mo Xuemin was also taken by the palace maid to the Queen.