Fuxing Mengfei

Chapter 1024 I'm Not a Ghost

Originally, when they treated her like this, they wished they could pluck the moon and stars from the sky and give them to themselves. Mo Xiaowan was going to be moved.

However, this love now comes at the cost of sacrificing the lives of Jiu'er and Shen Tuling.

It's a heavy burden!

Mo Xiaowan wanted to speak, why sacrifice Jiu'er for revenge?

Could it be that the lives of Jiu'er and Shen Tuling are nothing in their eyes?

If there is no bridal chamber, the bride will die. What will happen to the remains of Jiu'er and Shen Tuling in the Prince's Mansion?

But when she turned her head and looked at Xuanyuanchen who was so gentle to her, she was completely dumb, and she lost the interest to speak when she opened her mouth.

People are dead. Is it necessary to ask these questions?
So, Mo Xiaowan turned his head silently again, neither looking at him nor ignoring him.

"Girl!"

Xuanyuanchen was quite speechless, rubbed his little head lightly, sighed, closed the door and left the room.

There was a moment of silence in the room.

When Mo Xiaowan heard the sound of closing the door, she was still asleep on her side, too lazy to move, let alone turn over.

She opened her eyes and stared quietly at the hollow carved ceiling, remembering that this kind of high-quality sky silk gauze was only used in Shui Moju.

It seems that after she passed out, Xuanyuanchen hugged her and went back to the ink painting residence.

Mo Xiaowan was stunned for a few breaths, and when he thought of Jiu'er and Shen Tuling, tears came rushing down again. If Xuanyuanchen hadn't touched her dumb acupoint at that time, she would have called out, and such a tragedy would not have happened.

He is the person she loves the most, but now he is also the person she hates.

She has no choice between love and hate, she is confused, painful, and uncomfortable, and she can only resist this dissatisfaction with silent silence.

The door squeaked again, Mo Xiaowan thought that Xuanyuan Chen had left and returned, so he simply closed his eyes.

The footsteps were very soft, and she stopped by the bed for a few breaths of silence, seeing that Mo Xiaowan was not moving, she thought she was asleep, and her calling was also very soft.

"Little Aunt Huang, Aunt Xiao Huang!"

"Nine children!"

When Mo Xiaowan heard Jiu'er's voice at first, he couldn't believe it.

Turning his head abruptly, under the shadow of the dim light, it was not Jiu'er standing naked.

The placket around her neck was ripped open, revealing a white flower with a few red marks on it.

As a result, Mo Xiaowan's tears gushed out even more, and he whimpered and cried.

"Jiu'er, you died so badly! Could it be that crazy woman Shui Huange, after feeding you the poisoned wine, opened your skirt and scratched you with her fingernails? It wasn't that Little Auntie didn't save you. Just like you, I got acupuncture points ordered by your uncle..."

"Little Aunt Huang, Jiu'er is not dead!"

Jiu'er was dumbfounded by her crying at first.

Then her head was full of black lines. Was she being treated as a ghost?
No wonder the uncle wanted to drag her out of the Third Young Master's bed in the middle of the night.

It turned out that Aunt Xiao Huang had always thought she was dead, and she seemed to be having a fight with Uncle Huang, and she cried so sadly.

When did I become so important in Aunt Xiao Huang's heart?

Jiu'er was moved and funny at the same time, stepped out of the shadows, sat on the head of her bed, grabbed her hand and pressed it to his chest.

"It's hot, it's hot here, Jiu'er is alive, not dead!"

She grabbed Mo Xiaowan's hand and put it on her chest, and when she saw the red marks on her chest, her face turned hot and she explained shyly.

"Uncle Huang dragged me out of the third son's bed. Well, the third son said that he used this trick to feign death. From now on, there will be no Jiu'er in this world, only his bed warming girl. I am happy tonight, the third son is very cruel...cough, Just, just left a few marks..."

(End of this chapter)