Vampire cute baby tomb robber

Mo Niang opened her mouth, and curled her fingers as before, trying to grab the corner of her grandfather's robe, but what she grabbed was nothing but emptiness.

Tears flowed out at once.

Big drops hit the hot ground, sank into the soil, and boiled.

She said in her heart: Grandfather, I am back.

Then, listen to the wind.

Quietly.

If it weren't for her trembling fingers, no one would know that she was crying.

But the witch did cry.

Teeth biting on the arm, tightly suppressed...

She said in a very small voice: Grandfather, I miss you.

Then I told myself in a very small voice: don't cry.

can't cry...

can't be beat...

In fact, she doesn't care about being wronged, being abandoned, or being afraid of loneliness for so many days and nights.

What she cares about is that her grandfather is gone...

Mo Niang didn't cry for a long time.

Crying and making a lot of noise is really not suitable for her anymore.

She opened her eyes and sat there quietly, propping up the steps behind her with one hand, stroking her lower abdomen with the other, looking up at the overly clean sky, not thinking about anything, she was as confused as a teenager, only lacking the things that young people should Some are fresh.

She is not without hate.

In the first year, she bit her finger in hatred.

In the second year, she wondered why that person didn't stand by her side?

In the third year, she seldom thought about these things, but simply wanted to go out.

Most people don't understand that whether it's love or hate, they will be exhausted by the prison life day after day.

Because... no one cares about your sadness and despair.

Mo Niang stood up and slowly walked up the steps.

In the afternoon, the lower abdomen really started to hurt violently, and she was in a cold sweat from the pain.

Fortunately, she doesn't have much sunflower water, so she doesn't have to go to the toilet again and again.

It's just too painful, and the weather is so hot, no one will fan her like serving those young masters.

She couldn't touch the cold water, so she had to lie down like this, and she couldn't stand the pain, so she went to sleep.

After not sleeping for a while, I will be woken up again by the pain.

Then the pain stopped and I really fell asleep like that.

But after falling asleep, I couldn't sleep well, and I always woke up after a while.

In the evening, there was a banquet in the palace, and the emperor sent someone to call.

Mo Niang just got up, changed the dirty long skirt, combed her hair, and followed the eunuch out of the house.

Looking from a distance, in the shaded pavilion, there are handsome young masters of Chinese descent, but the most majestic person is not seen.

Xiao Xizi, who was serving her, hurriedly said: "Your Majesty has accepted the note, and I'm afraid he is already on his way back to Beijing. Before he left, His Majesty specifically asked Young Master Luo to take good care of Miss. You don't have to restrain yourself. You should eat and drink. Drink. Presumably, in a few days, we will be able to return to Beijing after the business here is over."

Mo Niang didn't say anything, and followed the little eunuch to her seat.

From the moment she came in, many people looked at her, obviously mocking her.

Mo Niang didn't care, picked up the bamboo chopsticks, picked up a piece of steaming Dongpo meat, and put it in the bowl.

She is not very hungry.

When the sunflower water comes, I always lose my appetite.

However, there is always something to eat.

She finished eating the meat, picked up some vegetables, and then started to eat bit by bit with the soft rice.

Those young masters also seemed to have lost interest in her, chatting while drinking.

"Young Master Luo, how did you get that Shishi, please teach us."

Without the emperor, the young masters and buddies would have no scruples, and they started talking nonsense without saying a few words.

Qu Luo turned the cup in his hand, and the corner of his mouth slightly curled up: "It's not appropriate to say these things today."

Seeing that he had set his sights on Mo Niang, the man sneered: "Young Master Luo, why are you so worried about her? No one in the whole capital knows that the eldest lady of the Mo family has been played to death!"

Mo Niang didn't move, she ate the rice in the bowl on her own. When she ate, she was very slow and well-behaved. It looked like the kind of person who had received higher education since she was a child. Even the simplest movements were handled by her. When it is made, there will be an indescribable elegance in it.

Qu Luo, on the other hand, took a look at the man, put down the bamboo chopsticks in his hands slowly, and half-supported his chin with his fingers, just looked at him with a smile.

The eyes are extremely cold!

The man was still laughing at first, but then the smile froze on his lips very slowly, and he stammered, "Luo, Young Master Luo."

"Let's eat." Qu Luo leaned back, the collar of his cloak was torn open by him, and his long legs were laid lazily together, with a half-smile: "If you really don't want the tongue, tell brother. "

The man dared to say anything, but immediately shut his mouth, cold sweat streaming down his forehead.

Cautiously, he glanced at Qu Luo again, not knowing where he provoked him, but only vaguely knew that he didn't like listening to such an idiot.

He stopped talking, buried his head in his drink, and secretly cursed bad luck.

The old man of his family wanted to transfer to the capital again, so he took great pains to send him up, in order to let him explore the way first, and it would be best if he could catch the line of Qu's family.

He finally came to Qu Luo, but he didn't know what he did to offend the young master.

Hong Jiu glanced this way, said haha, and talked about other things, which were all about eating, drinking and having fun.

Qu Luo didn't get angry like before, instead he propped his chin, smiled, drank a few more glasses, and heated up the atmosphere of the dinner party again.

Mo Niang only ate her own food, and when she was done, she put down the bowls and chopsticks and began to sip hot soup.

It's been basically like this for years.

She is good to herself.

Many bugs have been corrected.

As long as there are conditions, she will give herself a warm mouthful.

No self-pity like other women.

No kidding about your body either.

She promised her grandfather to live well.

In the future...the Mo family will be supported.

After drinking the soup, she felt her body warmed up, so Mo Niang stopped moving, she was already full, but the dinner party was not over yet, so she could only sit down.

The slight wind was blowing on the face, and in a daze, I heard the young master of the stars and the moon whispering to her: "Sleepy?"

Only then did Mo Niang realize that at some point, he sat next to her, with a wine glass in his hand, and he didn't know how much he drank, his collar was ripped open, he looked a little lazy, his black hair was blown It was messy, but it didn't affect his handsomeness at all, but the smell of alcohol was very strong, with the fragrance of mint, drifting over with his voice.

Mo Niang adjusted her sitting posture, without any expression on her face, she just nodded.

Qu Luo looked at her, knowing that she was not in the mood to chat with him, so his attitude became cold: "Go back when you are sleepy, I don't know how long this group of people will be struggling..."