Fuxing Mengfei

Chapter 225
Mo Xiaowan thought of Murong Yi who had run away from home back then, and proudly patted his small chest: "Master, although Xiaowan's life in Weiyuan Hou Mansion was not as good as a pig's dog, but there is Su Gu who treats Xiaowan sincerely and has love by her side. Happier than being born in the family of royal relatives."

"Besides, a person's nobility has nothing to do with his status, but his inner happiness and strength."

Mo Xiaowan brought out the great principles read in previous life books: "People should be as persevering as weeds, and they can live wonderfully wherever they go..."

Xie Wudi looked at Mo Xiaowan who was talking eloquently, and was a little taken aback.

What she said hit his heart hard, and every blow was sure to hit.

Indeed, what about being born in the family of royal relatives?

Fighting back and forth bloody, never knowing what would be warmth.

From the moment he was born, he was doomed to be involved in the struggle for imperial power. If he didn't take a step back, he would be able to broaden his horizons. If he took a step back, he would step into the abyss of hell.

Whether you want it or not, if you don't strive for that position and become stronger, there are countless sharp blades waiting behind you at any time, and there is no way to retreat.

Therefore, Mo Xiaowan's authenticity and her warmth are so precious.

Such a small ink bowl, when speaking, the eyes emit a bright brilliance, like an invisible net, those bright eyes can net people into it.

In this way, is it the little bowl that has removed its disguise and stopped showing its teeth and claws?

So, is it a real small bowl?

"Master, what are you thinking?"

Seeing Xiewudi Zhengzheng lost his mind, Mo Xiaowan waved his hand in front of his eyes, caught a glimpse of the hourglass on the table, jumped up and called out.

"It's not good, it's not good, it's already a stick of incense."

Xie Wudi was at a loss: "Small bowl, what is a stick of incense?"

"Well, Uncle Xuanyuan said that you are weak after drowning, so you should take a good rest."

Actually, when Mo Xiaowan talked about Weiyuanhou's Mansion, she found that although Uncle Xuanyuan was domineering and hateful, her life was much better now than Weiyuanhou's Mansion, and Uncle Xuanyuan was always very kind to her.

Mo Xiaowan was not willing to smear him this time, and lied in good faith: "Uncle Xuanyuan is afraid that I will disturb the master's peace, so he only allows me to come to Hehu Lake to build a stick of incense every day."

Xie Wudi narrowed his eyes slightly.

"It won't disturb Qing Jing. As soon as Xiaowan speaks, Master feels refreshed."

"really?"

Mo Xiaowan was overjoyed, but immediately curled his lips: "But the time for a stick of incense has passed."

"What's so difficult about this?"

Xie Wudi smiled warmly, pulled Mo Xiaowan and sat down: "Liansheng, fetch the incense burner from my box."

The box was brought, and as soon as it was opened, the fragrance was overwhelming, and Mo Xiaowan saw a colorful scene.

"This is a gift from Shui Huange, a master incense maker in Ouyang country. It looks like a stick of incense is very short, but it can be used for a long time. The fragrance is so strong that one stick of incense can burn for a day."

Xie Wudi restrained his smirk, and pursed his lips slightly: "If you like the small bowl, you can choose a few of various scents to use. These are all developed by Dayu Plateau Baihua, and they are very precious."

"Snowdrops, roses, lilies..."

Mo Xiaowan just smelled the elegant fragrance, and knew that it was absolutely natural and a good thing.

Her eyes lit up, she picked out a few of each, rushed to the edge of the lake bank in the small courtyard, broke some willow branches, wove a basket, and placed the incense one by one in the wicker basket.

Xie Wudi smiled slightly: "Xiaowan is good at weaving baskets."

"Of course, this is a unique skill taught by my mother."

With these incenses, why worry about the agreement with Uncle Xuanyuan?

Mo Xiaowan shook his head triumphantly: "Master sent me so many precious spices, it's not rude to come and go. Although wicker baskets are not rare, I will make one for Master as well."

(End of this chapter)