Reborn: Femme Fatale First Daughter

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Updated: 2013-11-22

Mo Xuetong brought Mo Lan, Mo Yu, and two girls.

The two second-class girls rings are newly added by Auntie Fang to Mo Xuetong. The one that is enchanting is called Frost Leaf, and the other one who looks somewhat restrained is Qiu Ling, because Mu Xuetong leaned against her The car closed its eyes and raised its soul, and on the other side Moran was also dozing against the window.

Because the master was asleep, the girls who did not sleep did not speak.

"Sister Mo Yu, why is Miss Three so tired? Isn't she in poor health?" Frost leaves sitting on the side looked at Mo Xuetong's pale face, and couldn't help asking.

"The lady hasn't been good since she was here, and this time she went to reciprocate and pray for blessings. She was tired and tired, and didn't sleep well last night." Mo Yu said with a faint look, she had no affection for the one named Frost Leaf.

"Oh, Mo Yu ..." Shuang Ye still wanted to speak, and Mo Yu waved her hand, coldly motioned to her not to speak.

Frost leaves his mouth open, but he had no choice but to close it.

There was no way all the way. When I reached the gate of the mountain, Mo Xuetong helped Mo Yu's hand and got out of the car. It was still early. The mountain Buddhist temple was very quiet and there were not many pilgrims. Only a few small sandy men cleaned the courtyard around. Due to early notice, At the door waited for a seven- or eight-year-old little Sha Mi, who was approaching with a smile.

Mo Lan took the frost leaves and Qiu Ling went to lay the room. Mo Xuemin made a wish for three days, so she would stay here for two nights.

Mo Xuetong took Mo Yu to the hall. It was the first light of the sun. Everything on the earth seemed to be covered with a layer of orange-red light. It was late autumn. The wind brought some whistle, the sound of brooms sliding by the ear. The reflection of this piece of Zen courtyard is empty and distant, surrounded by peace and quiet, like a piece of quiet land.

There are already early monks in the hall, and some early pilgrims are staying aside to chant with the monks.

Mo Xuetong found a futon at the corner of the Buddhist temple to sit down, closed his eyes and listened to the sitting monk talking about the Buddha ...

For a long time, after the morning class, the pilgrims dispersed, Mo Xuetong also walked out of the palace with Mo Yu, and went back to the courtyard where the female relative was behind. Due to the quiet environment, Mo Yu also relaxed and watched the scenery along with Mo Xuetong Going back all the way, Huer rushed over to the corner of the corner, almost hit Mo Xuetong.

Mo Xuetong was in a hurry, taking two steps back, Mo Yuji stepped forward and stopped her and yelled, "Where is the disciple?"

The man closed quickly and had good skills. He took a step back and stood firmly: "Miss Mo San?"

Mo Xuetong's body froze, his face became pale, his hands in the long sleeves were clenched into fists, and he looked at the man, raised his handsome face calmly, his face was sharp and dark. With a smile on his eyes, Wen Yueguanghua's attractiveness can make people feel good.

This person is truly Sima Lingyun.

Auntie Fang emerged in her mind, no, she had been righted at that time, and it was Mrs. Fang's smiling and loving words: "Hitomi, the son saved you, but also has a skin relationship with you, and he loves your talents, I'm willing to make you a wife. My mother has inquired about it. Shizi hasn't even had a house open so far. He can be regarded as a good husband and a young talent. You will be happy after you marry him. "

"Sanmei, you can have a son-in-law as your husband-in-law. This girl who is full of power in Beijing is envious of you. Sanmei is really blessed." Mo Xuemin smiled like a flower.

But what happened? Boundless blood, boundless hatred ...

Bloody, better than all hypocritical appearances ...

Concentrated the hatred at the bottom of the eyes, Mo Xuetong took a deep breath, then felt that the temperature returned to the body a little bit, that kind of hatred has melted into the bones and blood, in this life, she came for revenge, how could she be afraid meet him.

"It turned out to be Shizi, Shizi is polite." She took two steps back, blessed behind Mo Yu, pulled Mo Yu to the side, and didn't plan to say anything to him. It's not far from the main hall. Many times, if a woman in her own house talks to a man for a longer time, there will be bad rumors.

"It's really destined, why did Miss Three come here? Is there something wrong? Let me accompany me, and some things can be easily handled." Sima Lingyun's eyes looked at the young girl in front of her greedily, those eyes. As if holding water vapor, her long eyelashes flashed innocently twice, revealing an indescribable beauty. Although her face was pale, she was even more beautiful. The autumn sun was shining on her, as if she sprinkled it on her. With a layer of halo, the innocence blended with the strange and charming feeling, attracting people like soul.

"I come to pray for my mother, and I don't want to overwork the son." Seeing that he had no interest in leaving, Mo Xuetong sided with a pale look and saluted, "I still have something to do, and I won't chat with him."

Having said that, he took Mo Yu past Sima Lingyun.

"Ah, the three ladies please, if there is something, I will live here, and I can tell you." Seeing Mo Xuetong like this, Sima Lingyun stepped back politely and let the way out. Pride, such a beauty, regardless of its value, is enough to make people fascinated, not to mention the auxiliary government behind her is the assistance she needs. As long as this time is successful, the human rights of the United States is in her arms ...

"Miss ..." Holding Mo Xuetong, Mo Yu didn't hesitate to speak, but Mo Xuetong shook her hand to stop it.

Returning to his courtyard, Mo Xuetong found that there were people living in the courtyard he was watching. The courtyard door was open but no one was visible, his frown froze, his footwork stopped, and he only met the Moran Road at the door. "Who's living here?"

"The slaves didn't know. When the slaves arrived, the door was open. Asked Xiao Shami only to presume that he was a noble person, so let's not disturb it, so as not to make the noble person angry." Molan knew what Mo Xuetong meant.

The coldness of the eyes shrinks, as long as it is not Sima Lingyun!

Since he is a distinguished person, it is certainly impossible to be Sima Lingyun. Although Sima Lingyun is the son of the town, but everyone knows that the government of the town has fallen. Although the old town is dead, Sima Lingyun is still standing. The identity of this Shizi is not embarrassing. It is said that the emperor was dissatisfied because the old town Guohou had been involved in the Jin Wang's rebellion, so he left only one Shizi title.

Whether you can get the honorary title of Zhen Guohou is not necessarily.

In his last life, Sima Lingyun succeeded in inheriting the title by relying on his own grandparents to ask for advice.

In this life, Sima Lingyun has always been gentle and flattering to herself, and it must be because of this. Of course, she would not believe that Sima Lingyun only did this step. Since he appeared here today, it means that Aunt Fang and he have a relationship with him. Further plots.

In this life, they will no longer be allowed to fiddle with themselves.

There was a silent sneer on his lips.

With Moran, Mo Yu went into his yard.

She only went out here. A big monk hurriedly entered the door of the upper courtyard. The door was very late and nobody was guarding the door. But the big monk knew that there were guards everywhere and two trees at the door. There are two dark guards in the big tree, staring at the door all the time, and there are even masters hidden inside.

Not to mention the individual coming in, even if a bird flies by, it will be found.

"See you, Your Highness, something will happen." Standing at the door, he dared not go in, and bowed respectfully towards the empty courtyard.

"Wait." A stern voice came from the air. A moment later, a guard in a costume appeared under the corridor, and said to the monk in a terrifying way: "Jin"

There is a bamboo curtain hanging in the room. Through the bamboo curtain, you can see a figure standing with the back of your hand inside.

"What's the matter?" The lazy voice was as intoxicating as alcohol, intoxicating and intriguing, and the person in it should be so handsome.

"His Royal Highness, the tokens are here, please Your Highness clearly." The monk did not dare to hesitate, and responded in a respectful and respectful manner. The one inside was not a casual presence.

"See you there?" The man's voice groaned and asked.

"Hanging a sachet on Miss Mofu's body, the emblem on the token was embroidered on it. When the door entered just now, the poor monk noticed, so after coming to the morning class, he immediately came back to talk with His Royal Highness." Da When the monk saw the beautiful girl, he asked Xiao Shami to inquire about it, and realized that this was the lady from Mofu who prayed for the dead mother, because it was set the day before yesterday. There are records in the temple. Check it out.

"Which lady in Mofu?" A curtain came up and a man came out. The first thing that caught the eye was a large purple robe with exquisite dragon patterns on the cuffs. His figure was chic and unrestrained. , A pair of nimble and dark eyes, like broken diamonds, the phoenixes picked up look a little enchanting.

The handsome face is full of evil charm, such as the burning light.

With such a beautiful and extreme face, one can capture the soul at a glance.

Even if the monk saw the master several times, he did not dare to look directly at such unparalleled radiance, so glorious, so beautiful, more brilliant than a woman, and deserved to be a scourge, but the monk knew that Bit, not as good-looking and harmless as before.

Seeing him coming out, he did not dare to lift his head, and the answer became more and more cautious: "Our Lord, although it is not clear that it is the lady of Mofu, Xiao Shami said that the housekeeper who came to the booking hospital mentioned the young lady, I think it should be the young lady of Mofu. "

"Miss Mo's young lady? That Miss Mo, who provokes men everywhere like a peacock, really has an appetite." The handsome man loosened his hands, and Lan Shan, with an attitude, lifted the curtain and re-entered the inner room.

"His Royal Highness, those things ..."

"Just pick two guards and throw them at her. Since she made a sachet intentionally, she naturally knew this. Let the guards explore her bottom to see where she got it from." The voice inside the curtain. Impatient.

The monk dared to say no, and after the ceremony, went out with the guard at the door.

"His Royal Highness, Your Highness has also returned to Beijing. The Princess asked her Royal Highness when she was free, and let Her Highness enter the palace to accompany her." Another guard came in from the doorway, and stood back to yell.

"Just tell the long princess, this Bao'en Temple has a good scenery. Please ask your aunt to come and enjoy it. The palace is so noisy. The aunt still prefers a quiet place."

"Yes, but the long princess came and lived there? The guest houses in the temple were decided these two days." The guard whispered in embarrassment.

"Just leave the yard beside me empty." Although the voice inside was light, the meaning was inviolable. "Send people there to walk early."

"Yes"!