The most important woman is Mohan

Chapter 40

Mo Han walked over gently, and pulled out the silver-white pouch from Zijin's hand like a ghost. There were a few green bamboos on it, which were lifelike and exquisitely embroidered. It seems that this child has been proficient in male sex since childhood. I can catch up with the embroiderer in the embroidery room.

Looking at the green bamboo, Mo Han was overjoyed, and he hung the purse on his waist regardless of whether others agreed or not.

The sobbing sound woke up Zijin, who was not sleeping very well. He rubbed his eyes, and immediately stood up after seeing the person in front of him clearly. Because he hadn't eaten all day, he slept on his stomach for a long time, and was in a trance. Zijin's legs went limp and he fell straight to the ground.

Fortunately, Mo Han had quick eyes and quick hands, picked him up and rolled him onto the blanket next to him, Zijin waited for the person on him to get up quickly, but saw that she didn't move for a long time, just staring at him without blinking.

Zijin stretched out his hand to touch his forehead in embarrassment, this touch frightened him, and immediately covered his face with his hand, not allowing Mo Han to look at it.

Mo Han, who was thinking about something, was taken aback by the movement of the quilt, and hurriedly got up, but saw that the little man still refused to get up.

"Zijin, Zijin..." Mo Han called out twice carefully, but saw that the man not only didn't get up, but even twitched as if crying.

"Zijin, why are you crying? But where does it hurt?" Mo Han nervously pulled Zijin's arm and pulled him up, checking him up and down.

Zijin shook his head slightly, but kept crying while covering his face.

"Then why are you crying?" Mo Han really couldn't figure it out, the child didn't shed tears when he was forced to be like that by Zhang Run, how could he cry like this now because of a fall?
"I know - I'm ugly, but please don't drive Zijin out of the palace, woo..." Zijin suddenly knelt down at Mo Han's feet and begged.

Now Mo Han, the monk of Zhang Er, finally figured out why the little boy was crying.

Mo Han squatted down, and gently lifted Zijin's face, there was clearly a grain of red cinnabar on the forehead, how could it be ugly?how beautiful it is...

Red cinnabar... red... cinnabar... Mo Han suddenly opened his mouth wide and stared at Zijin, like!No wonder so like?The positions of the red dots are all the same, so it is so!

Mo Han thought about it, so he raised his hand to caress the cinnabar on Zijin's forehead, and Zijin's face, which was still dripping with tears, suddenly turned red, and he could see that Mo Han's expression was clearly not because he disliked his own growth. It's ugly, but it seems to be - very interested in that red dot.

"Zijin, did you have this cinnabar mole from birth?"

"Yeah!" Zijin replied sullenly, then lowered her head sadly.

"Isn't the Liu family in Xianfu your real father?" Although Mo Han's words were a question, the meaning was very certain.

"How does Your Highness know?" Zijin couldn't help but raised his head to look at Mo Han in front of him and asked.

"Guess. He can't give birth to a good-looking boy like you..." Mo Han replied a little sternly.

"Your Highness..." Zijin blushed at Mo Han's words, sat down next to Mo Han, and said softly, "He is indeed not my father. I was originally a child adopted by my mother and my father. Nine years ago, my mother I went to the capital to walk the darts, and encountered bandits in the forest a hundred miles outside the city. It is said that my biological mother rescued her, but at that time, my mother was hunted down by the enemy, so it was not convenient to take me with me, so she entrusted me to my mother, mother I am grateful for my mother's life-saving grace, and have always treated me like my own, taught me piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry and poetry since I was a child, and said that only by training me to be a son of everyone can I be worthy of my mother's life-saving grace."

"Then who gave you your name?" Mo Han asked.

"I heard from my mother that my biological mother only said that my name was Zijin, but she didn't tell me my surname or where my family lived. She only knew from her accent that she should be from the capital. After my mother passed away, my father brought me and my younger brother to the capital regardless of the long distance, wondering if there would be a chance to meet my family..." Zi Jin said, his voice darkened, a bit desolate and a bit bitter .

Mo Han was distressed by what happened to him, but he felt lucky for him. The Liu family treated him with the utmost benevolence. The head of a small escort agency hung his head on his belt every day to earn some money, which was spent on training him. The above is also a blessing in misfortune.

Mo Han thought about it for a few times, then figured it out. There must be something wrong with this matter, and she will find someone to find out before making a conclusion. Now that God has let him meet her, it seems that they are destined, so she can't let him go. in spite of.

"Don't be sad, since you have met me, you won't live that kind of up and down life in the future, I will protect you!" Mo Han stretched out his hand and rubbed Zijin's little head lightly. It has been done thousands of times, and it is as familiar as serving tea and drinking water.

"But, I..." Zijin stretched out his hand to cover the cinnabar mole on his forehead with some sadness. He secretly heard the people in the escort agency say that the cinnabar mole on his forehead was unlucky, so he killed his own relatives when he was born. Mother, he was afraid that she would dislike him, and he was also afraid that he would really cause her trouble.

"Do you know what the other name of this cinnabar mole growing on the forehead is?"

"Ok?"

"It's called a beauty mole, only beauties grow in such a beautiful place!" Mo Han leaned into Zijin's ear and whispered.

Zijin withdrew her hand covering her forehead, and tightly clenched her sleeve, as if because of her words, all the sorrows of so many years disappeared, as if the ridicule she had suffered before was all a dream, and with the passage of time Over time, it gradually faded.

Seeing that he finally smiled, Mo Han stood up and clapped his hands, then stretched out a hand towards Zijin: "Let's go! In order to express my love for your purse and my gratitude to you, my highness will take you to the Go to the Imperial Dining Room and have a big meal!"

Only then did Zijin see that the purse she embroidered had been hung on the waist by that man, and she couldn't help being overjoyed, thinking about the pair of mandarin ducks thrown in the cabinet, it seemed that she didn't feel so uncomfortable.

Zijin handed his hand to Mo Han, and Mo Han pulled him up gently, but at this moment, Zijin's stomach growled louder, making him blush uncontrollably.

"People are like iron, food is like steel, if you don't eat a meal, you'll be so hungry, you haven't eaten all day, right?"

"Ok!"

"No matter how busy you are in the future, remember to eat on time!"

"Ok!"

"The purse you embroidered is very beautiful, I like it very much!"

"Huh! Huh?" Zijin suddenly raised his head to look at the girl who led him away under the moonlight, then pursed his lips and smiled. He also liked it - embroidered a purse for her.

Zijin looked at the hand holding her, and couldn't help but want to ask: Did they know each other in the previous life?Why hadn't he had the nightmare he had been having since he was a child since he met her?
　Mo Han: Crying and laughing, the yellow dog pissed!
　　Zijin: (stares)

　　Mo Han: Crying is so ugly, don't cry!
　　Zijin: You think I'm ugly...

　　Mo Han: No, no...

　　Haha... ヾ≧≦)o In the story of the female idol, there are boys, some book friends asked me how I gave birth, sorry, I don’t know either!I haven't seen it either, it's just that the pure female honor text is like this!

　　If a woman gives birth to a child, it should be a female noble article or a male respectful article. For example, if the female queen palace has three thousand and gives birth to children in the palace every day, the country has long since belonged to someone else!

　　Hmm... The female statue is not elegant, um, I personally think so!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)