The emperor's first-class concubine

Chapter 283 Too Obvious Hint
The masked man raised the knife in the air and looked at it from side to side for a few times, his eyes were filled with admiration, "Do you think it hurts to scratch your face with a knife?"

If this is a hint, then the hint is too obvious.

Keeping promises, being slashed on the face, all of which reminded her of Su Zimo.

Moreover, isn't the Su family a medical family?

Mu Qianxue lay back indifferently, without fear or retreat, the child is not old enough, she is not afraid of being taken out of her belly.

At most, it's just a little bit of suffering.

Her eyes were bright and her voice was crisp, "Who are you from Su Zimo? Brother? Or younger brother?"

Mo Ying, who was sitting by the side drinking tea, immediately laughed.

The masked man turned his head slowly, and sighed softly, "It seems that I am still not suitable to be a bad guy." He tore off the black cloth covering his face, revealing a young face, "I am her father."

The young face, who looked less than thirty, was exactly the same as Su Zimo's imagination, especially the eyes.

Mu Qianxue is upset, very upset, she has a daughter as old as Su Zimo, yet she is still so young?
She asked, "Herbal Master?"

"Exactly."

Well, it seems that there is some secret recipe for maintenance.

"Aren't you afraid that Mo Li will retaliate against your daughter when you treat me like this now?" Mu Qianxue suddenly spoke sternly.

Baicao Shengshou didn't answer, but just looked behind him.

Mo Ying said lightly, "I only want a child, this woman is up to you."

Baicao sage turned his head and gave Mu Qianxue a look of 'you heard it all'.

Mu Qianxue sneered, "Are you cooperating with him? Are you not afraid that Su Zimo will become a widow in the end?"

"No, she won't. She'll be fine."

This sentence was said by Mo Ying, with a fixed tone, like some kind of promise.

Mu Qianxue glanced at the Baicao Sage Hand calmly, as if he didn't refute it, but rather acquiesced.

Got it, Mo Ying always emphasizes that he is Mo Li's shadow, is this the rhythm of the shadow replacing the body?
"Really?" Mu Qianxue curled her lips lightly, "Then we'll just wait and see."

"Okay," Baicao Sheng approached Mu Qianxue's face with the knife in his hand, "but now, I want you to experience the pain that Zimo suffered at that time."

He swiped his hand down without hesitation, the sharp blade flicked past Mu Qianxue's face, the flesh burst open instantly, and warm Yinhong blood gushed out.

Mu Qianxue didn't say a word, tightly clenched the sheet under her body, narrowed her almond eyes slightly, hiding the sternness in her eyes.

The right time, the right place, and the harmony of people, she still doesn't take advantage of it now.

Then she will bear it, then she will wait.

She repeated in her heart over and over again: "Mo Li, don't let me down!"

I don't know if the sage hand of Baicao carved it according to those ghostly drawn symbols on Su Zimo's face, and I don't know how long time has passed.

The dress on Mu Qianxue's body was soaked in cold sweat, and her entire face was so bloody that she couldn't see her original appearance.

While wiping the blood on his hands with a sackcloth, Baicao Sage said, "I don't want Zimo to be silent like you at that time, that would be too painful."

His face was already numb from the pain.

Although he intended to ridicule a few words, he had more than enough energy.

Mo Ying finally came to the bedside again, watching indifferently.

Mu Qianxue couldn't face this face that was exactly like Mo Li, so she simply closed her eyes.

Then, I heard the two people start discussing as if there was no one else present, whether the wound on her face can be healed?When will it be better?
She knew that no one would protect her this time, and this time, she might not be able to escape the fate of the little white mouse...

(End of this chapter)