The concubine is poisonous, and the tyrant lifts the couch to meet her

The weather is always unpredictable. In the morning, the sky is still clear and the sun is shining, but in the afternoon, it is cloudy and gloomy.

Feng Feixue asked Leng Xin to send Lin Jingxuan back to the second wife's Suoqiu Courtyard, and asked Qiuyan to rush to Ruoxiang Courtyard with the Fengwu Cangqiongqin in her hand.

Seeing that she was about to arrive at Ruoxiang Courtyard, a girl in blue brushed her body and handed a secret letter into her hand.

"Miss Si, this is from the old lady. If it's all right, I'll take my leave!"

Feng Feixue pushed her hand, and the girl in blue backed away. Qiu Yan stared at the girl for a long time, and when the girl was gone, she muttered to Feng Feixue: "Miss Si, this girl is new here. right? Why is it so strange?"

Feng Feixue smiled calmly: "It doesn't matter which family she is from, as long as the letter is delivered."

"But the old lady usually doesn't send letters to you, Miss Fourth. She usually asks Mama Mo to inform the lady in person, and asks you to go to Xianglin Courtyard in person." Qiuyan's brows frowned into a line, Maybe it's because he has followed Feng Feixue for too long, and he has learned more cautiously. It's not like before, as long as others say anything, he will believe it. He doesn't have any crooked or Linglong thoughts.

Feng Feixue raised her eyebrows, and saw a figure hiding in the corner of the outer wall, it seemed that someone was following her?Could it be related to this letter?This girl Qiuyan is getting smarter and smarter, but there is one bad thing, that is, she says what she wants, regardless of whether the surrounding environment is safe or not.

Feng Feixue coughed lightly, and gave a wink to the dodging figure in the outer corner, Qiu Yan looked around, and then realized what her young lady meant, she wanted her to shut up, and she didn't have much to say. said.

Feng Feixue lifted the hem of her charming dress and walked back to Ruoxiang Courtyard, followed by Qiuyan.

In the hall, Feng Feixue sat on the bench, took out the letter, and read it carefully.

It really is the real work of the old lady.

Qiuyan blinked her eyes and asked hastily: "Miss, is this letter written by the old lady herself?"

Feng Feixue handed it to Qiuyan, and let Qiuyan see it, but Qiuyan saw the content first, and couldn't help making a fuss and wanted to scream, but Feng Feixue stretched out to cover her mouth.

"If you really yelled out, aren't you afraid of attracting the attention of others, are you discovered?"

Qiuyan's eyes were full of embarrassing smiles, Feng Feixue let go, this time carefully scrutinized the handwriting on the letter, and said after a while: "Miss Si, I have been looking at it for a long time, and I found that this is indeed the old lady. I wrote it myself, it’s just that the content on it is a bit..."

Of course, Feng Feixue also felt that something was wrong, because what was written in the letter was: In [-] minutes, go to the courtyard at the corner of the North Mountain, and I have something to say to you there.

The courtyard at the north corner of Prime Minister Lin’s Mansion is a deserted courtyard. It was cleaned and repaired by Lin Xiaoran not long ago, but it has not been settled in. I heard that it will be the same as the Mental Cultivation Hospital in the future. It is closed. Those who have lost their minds are raised in peace here.

Now the old lady wrote a letter saying that there are only two possibilities for meeting in such a remote place, one is that the old lady is stupid and will talk nonsense, and wants Feng Feixue to meet there, this may be too low after thinking about it The second possibility is that someone imitated the old lady's handwriting and tricked her into going to the side courtyard to do something bad to her?

Feng Feixue suddenly remembered that Lin Jingfeng used this method to harm her in the past?Wouldn't it be stupid if this person used the same trick to harm her this time?

Qiuyan blinked her eyes, and carefully looked for some gaps in the words. This time she saw a place that was difficult to detect, the word 'hou' after the second quarter, the word 'mouth' in the radical and the word 'I'. There are words saying to you, the Chinese character '话', the strokes of the mouth, the two openings are obviously not made by the same person, which proves that someone must have imitated the handwriting of the old lady.

Qiuyan told Feng Feixue about this, Feng Feixue just smiled lightly, stood up and wanted to walk out of Ruoxiang Courtyard, but Qiuyan became anxious, grabbed Feng Feixue, and persuaded: "Miss, let's go If you go like this, don’t you fall into the trick they set up?”

"If we don't go, we are pampering those who want to harm me. I want to see who is so bold as to trick me into going to the side courtyard in Beishan.

Qiuyan knew that if her young lady decided on something, no one would be able to speak to her, so she bit the bullet and said: "Miss, you go, I will go too, I will not leave the young lady alone!"

Feng Feixue found that the only loyal girls by her side were Qiu Yan and Leng Xin. In fact, before she knew it, she no longer regarded them as servants, but as sisters.

Feng Feixue nodded, but then gave Qiu Yan a few words: "Call all the girls and mothers in the yard, and one more person..."

Qiuyan suddenly understood, nodded, and followed Feng Feixue's words.

The sky was covered with dark clouds, and there was finally a patter of rain. The Mid-Autumn Festival had passed, and the autumn wind was extremely cold. Feng Feixue, holding a red paper umbrella, came to the side courtyard of Beishan alone, and pushed open the courtyard door. Then I found that there really seemed to be traces of someone coming here. In the muddy courtyard, there were already several pairs of deep footprints.

Under the umbrella, she slightly raised the corners of her lips and revealed a cold smile, it seemed that she was a man.Although Lin Jingfeng is dead, there will still be people who will imitate him and devise such a scheme, it is really not ordinary stupid.

She deliberately opened the two courtyard doors, swaying in the autumn wind, and then she followed the muddy footprints with a red paper umbrella to the door of a seemingly clean and tidy wing room.

She pushed open the door without hesitation, put away the red paper umbrella, and turned around to close the door. At this moment, a pair of men's fiery hands wrapped around her slender waist like a water snake, and wrapped the phoenix Feixue hugged her whole body in her arms.

Feng Feixue screamed: "Who are you? What do you want to do to me?"

The man in the green robe smiled loudly, and leaned his pointed chin on Feng Feixue's fragrant shoulder, with an ambiguous and intoxicated expression on his face: "I am your second cousin, Mo Shaocheng, did no one tell you that I am Did you come to the Prime Minister's Mansion to propose marriage to you?"

"But the third sister just passed away, and the funeral hasn't happened yet, so how could there be someone who proposes marriage? You must be lying to me!" Feng Feixue struggled, but no matter how hard she struggled, she couldn't break free from his embrace. .

"Silly sister, you can propose marriage first, and you can marry you later, so you don't have to worry, just obey me obediently!" He made an inch of it, hugged Feng Feixue's slender waist, and pulled her to the bed .

At this moment, Feng Feixue screamed at the top of her voice: "Come here! Molest! Hurry up and save me!"

Mo Shaocheng became furious, and raised his hand to give her a slap: "Shut up! You little tramp, don't toast or eat fine wine!"

But at this moment, Feng Feixue raised her hand faster than he lowered it, and slapped him on the face a few times, and soon Mo Shaocheng's handsome face was stained with black ink beyond recognition. People are not ghosts, it looks very funny.

Mo Shaocheng's brain went blank after being slapped by the slap as fast as lightning, and he stood there in disbelief.

Of course, Feng Feixue didn't pay attention to how beautiful and handsome he looked before. She trotted a few steps, lay on the side of the door, and slid down the door. People who looked at it from the outside thought she was raped by someone. stalled.

The courtyard gate of the Beishan side courtyard was quickly crowded with a group of black people, each of them hurried over with sticks in their hands.

And the leader is a middle-aged man, his face is livid and serious, he is none other than Lin Xiaoran.

Under Guan Tianhua's day, he dared to rob a woman from a good family, and this woman was his fourth daughter?

Thinking of this, Lin Xiaoran gritted his teeth and stomped his feet angrily, he was the first to rush into the room, and saw the black-faced man holding his daughter's waist, and his daughter was still crying.

Without even thinking about it, he swung the stick down and hit the man's face, forcefully knocking out a white tooth in the man's mouth.

Immediately afterwards, a group of people from outside the door rushed into the house, only to hear Lin Xiaoran give an order: "Beat me hard, even if you beat me to death, it doesn't matter, I'm in charge!"

As soon as these people heard Lin Xiaoran's words, they didn't want to disobey the meaning of the head of the family, so they raised their sticks and slammed them at Mo Shaocheng who was standing blankly on the ground.

There was screaming, shouting with sticks, and voices of resentment and cursing. No matter how Mo Shaocheng explained, how he shouted that he was the son of Lord Mo and the nephew of the eldest lady, the shouts of resentment had long been heard. Covering his figure of begging for mercy and crying and defending, he could only curl up on the ground and let these people wave and whip at him.

Of course, Feng Feixue didn't know Mo Shaocheng's identity, but she clearly saw Lin Rusi running away in a panic from behind the crowd. It seemed that this incident was caused by Lin Rusi. If this person was killed , just needs Lin Rusi to give an explanation, so it's not bad to think so.

After a long time, the people on the ground were covered in blood and dying, before Lin Xiaoran raised his hand and shouted: "Stop it all!"

A group of people stopped swinging their sticks and threw them to the ground.

Lin Xiaoran raised his foot and stepped on Mo Shaocheng fiercely, his teeth itching with hatred: "You boy, it seems that you are really tired of working, I will take you to the yamen, and let the yamen lock you up !"

"Uncle!" Mo Shaocheng's mouth was full of blood and a few teeth had fallen out, but he still called these two words very clearly.

Feng Feixue was startled, this person is called Uncle Lin Xiaoran, could it be Lin Xiaoran's nephew?In this way, he should be related to the eldest lady. Is he the eldest lady's nephew?

Although Lin Xiaoran was full of anger, he still clearly heard him calling him uncle?

Fragrant and low stool.He quickly squatted down, stretched out his hand and wiped the black ink on Mo Shaocheng's face, and when he wiped his eyebrows clean, he realized that he was the nephew of Mrs. Mo, the second son of Marquis Mo——Mo Shaocheng ?

Lin Xiaoran trembled all over, almost lost his balance and fell over. Feng Feixue hurriedly supported Lin Xiaoran, and reminded: "Father, what did the flower picker say just now? Why didn't I hear clearly?"

Lin Xiaoran seemed to have received some kind of secret signal, frowned, and said coldly: "I didn't hear clearly, someone... Send this lustful and bold flower picker to the government office, let him go to jail inside, watch him How dare you act so boldly?"

Mo Shaocheng originally thought that Lin Xiaoran recognized him, but he never thought that Lin Xiaoran would issue such an order. When two tall and strong guards picked him up like a chicken, his head was like The molten iron was so heavy that he couldn't lift his head, and his eyes were blurred and he passed out.

Feng Feixue breathed a sigh of relief, and so did Lin Xiaoran, but before Mo Shaocheng was taken out of this wing, a group of people suddenly came outside the door.

Walking in front was a middle-aged woman. She was wearing a gorgeous purple dress and a precious red hairpin on her head. She had a beautiful face and sharp eyes. Those eyes were the same as Mrs. Chen Guogong's, as sharp as eagle eyes.

And behind her was the eldest lady and Lin Rusi in a yellow willow skirt.

Da Furen's complexion was very pale, obviously the root cause of her disease has not been eliminated, after hearing what happened in the Beishan side courtyard, her complexion was even more pale, shaking her frail body and rushing towards this side Come.

Lin Rusi was like a frightened kitten, keeping her face down all the time, not daring to raise her eyes to see what happened in the wing room.

Lord Mo Hou's wife, Chen Qingyuan, was the first to rush into the house. When she saw Mo Shaocheng, who was picked up by two guards and was covered in wounds and blood, she rushed over, raised her hand and gave the two men a hand. A guard slapped him twice, and then asked them to gently put Mo Shaocheng on the ground.

At this moment, Mo Shaocheng was already unconscious, covered in scars, like a half-dead person, Chen Qingyuan's sharp eyes focused on Lin Xiaoran's face and said angrily: "Dare to ask brother-in-law, who beat Shaocheng?" Is it like this?"

Lin Xiaoran didn't expect things to turn out like this, but he knew that this matter was unavoidable, so he also raised his sharp eyes to stare at Chen Qingyuan, without any guilt or pity: "It's me, it's me Someone beat him up like this, I don't care about his flirtatiousness outside, but in my prime minister's mansion, he dared to do such a beastly thing to Ruoxi, even if I beat him to death, I should of."

Chen Qingyuan saw the woman standing beside Lin Xiaoran with a face as beautiful as a flower, and smiled coldly: "She is Lin Ruoxi? A lowly son of a concubine, my Shaocheng must have been confused by you to make such a move." Such stupidity."

She stood up suddenly, and pounced on Lin Ruoxi like a tigress, and grabbed her dress collar: "Xiao Jianren, if something goes wrong in my Shaocheng, I will make you pay for it!"

Feng Feixue's dark eyes never showed any dodge, they stared straight at Chen Qingyuan's eyes like a secluded lake, causing Chen Qingyuan's hand that was tightly holding onto the collar of her dress to loosen a little, Then he clenched again. .

"Mrs. Hou, I advise you to let go quickly, or your son will die in my hands."

Chen Qingyuan trembled all over, what was she talking about?Is she threatening her?Why did she dare to say that his son would die in her hands?