After the first fool

Chapter 129
In order to help Mo Xiaoran leave the palace secretly, and also to conceal her master, Qingfeng has always reported good news but not bad news, and never told Bai Qingluo of her current plan. She only hoped that when the incident happened, Mo Xiaoran would She can plead for mercy on his behalf, and the master can also save his life for the sake of his years of hard work.

The next day, the red sun slowly rose from the sea level, blowing away the white mist that filled the sky in the palace, and turned into crystal water drops, which fell on the lawn, full and clear, and the soil was fragrant.

Mo Xiaoran got up early in the morning, put on a crescent white plain brocade robe over her lingerie, and tied up the ribbon, while outside, she wrapped herself in a long gauze skirt with a high neckline. Standing up high, wrapping her snow-white slender neck, it is impossible to see that there is a universe inside.

The bun was changed into a looser style, without any jewelry, after washing, together with Xiaozhu, they set off to the Compassion Palace to pay their respects.

Perhaps because she learned that she would leave the palace secretly during the day, Xiaozhu couldn't hide the uneasiness and nervousness on her face, she held Mo Xiaoran's hand slightly stiff, no matter how you looked at it, she looked like she was harboring ulterior motives.

The corners of Mo Xiaoran's mouth twitched, and she couldn't help warning, "If you continue to be so afraid, we have to attract the attention of others before we leave."

Who in the palace is not a human being?With her trembling look, can it not make people feel confused?Mo Xiaoran couldn't help but sighed from the bottom of her heart, "Relax and relax, come and learn from me." She twitched the corner of her mouth lightly: "Laugh."

Xiaozhu mechanically wanted to smile, but unfortunately, the corners of her mouth were out of her control, "Miss, this servant can't laugh."

The corner of Mo Xiaoran's mouth twitched suddenly, this girl is usually very clever, how come she can't control the situation when it comes to the critical moment?
"If you want to do this again, I won't take you out and let you stay in the palace to avoid bad things." Mo Xiaoran's face darkened, and she threatened in a rough voice, Xiaozhu was so anxious that she was about to cry, and tried her best It took a long time before I managed to make my face look more natural.

Sure enough, not everyone has the potential to be a queen!
Seeing her lowering her head, Mo Xiaoran saw that her face had improved, but her stiffness still hadn't eased, and she was once on the same hands and feet. She was really depressed, "When I meet someone later, how can you give me a hand?" I'll be careful, don't show my feet."

Xiaozhu nodded heavily, and arrived outside the Palace of Compassion and Ning, looking at this majestic palace, she took a deep breath, and kept saying in her heart, calm down, calm down!Don't cause trouble for the lady, Xiaozhu, you can do it.

Perhaps the method of self-comfort worked well, at least on the surface, it looked like she was no different from usual.

Mo Xiaoran entered the Compassionate Ning Palace, but she didn't see Liao Xue. Normally, this person came earlier than anyone else, but why was she late today?Just when Mo Xiaoran was restless, Liao Xue finally came quietly with small three-inch lotus steps, with a layer of light makeup on her face, and walked slowly to the Empress Dowager to greet her.

"Why are you here so late today?" The queen mother smiled kindly and asked softly, Mo Xiaoran looked away from the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, secretly counting the time, and did not pay attention to the reason why Liao Xue was late , although she sat here forbearance, her heart had already flown away.

"Queen..." The Empress Dowager called her out of nowhere, and Mo Xiaoran suddenly came back to her senses, and raised her head slightly: "The concubine is here."

"Didn't I tell you a few days ago that the Secretary of the Ministry of War specially sent someone to bring in a few bolts of silk from outside the palace? Later, you will also pick a bolt of cloth and make a new dress. Don't insult your identity." The queen mother was very satisfied. The face is kind, and the mouth is slightly gentle.

What?Still want to choose satin?
The corner of Mo Xiaoran's mouth twitched, it was hard to choose when, but she chose today, she lowered her head, her five fingers tightened slightly, and then she responded, "Yes, I would like to obey the Queen Mother's order."

After finishing speaking, she paused for a while, raised her hand and gently rubbed the center of her brows, a trace of fatigue dripped between her brows.

The Empress Dowager's eyes flickered slightly, and she couldn't help asking: "But you are not feeling well?"

After all, she is Mo Qing's daughter, if she is really sick, she must not let her go.

Mo Xiaoran shook her head slightly: "Maybe I didn't sleep well last night, and this concubine is still a little sleepy."

"Since you haven't had a good rest, you should go back first." The Queen Mother waved her hand generously, signaling Mo Xiaoran to leave first, "If you still feel unwell, remember to come and have a look at the imperial physician, so as not to cause any serious problems. "

Mo Xiaoran was overjoyed, but with a moved expression on her face, she nodded, and with Xiaozhu's support, she left the Compassionate Ning Palace weakly.

After watching her back gradually fade away, the queen mother reminded Liao Xue: "Since the queen is not feeling well, you will send the silk and satin to her in person in the afternoon, is it a way of expressing your heart?"

A trace of displeasure quickly appeared in Liao Xue's eyes, but due to the Queen Mother's order, she could only bow down and agree, but secretly cursed in her heart, why should she personally deliver the cloth to Mo Xiaoran?Father specially sent someone to buy them from the Silk Town, and there were only ten horses in total. It was not bad for Mo Xiaoran to give it to Mo Xiaoran, but she had to personally deliver it. Could Mo Xiaoran deserve this gift?
The Empress Dowager just pretended that she had never seen the jealousy on Liao Xue's face, and left her and Concubine Shu to chat for a while in the Palace of Compassion, and it was quite enjoyable.

the other end.

After Mo Xiaoran left the Compassionate Ning Palace, it was not until she returned to Fengqi Palace that the weakness on her face faded away. She took off the long skirt outside, straightened the plain robe inside, and loosened her hair. Tie it into a ponytail with a ribbon, and the whole movement was done in one go, neat, free and easy, and simply, in the blink of an eye, he transformed from a noble person into a handsome son-in-law.

She still had a folding fan pinned to her waist. After Xiaozhu changed her clothes, she walked to the window and waved to Qingfeng's hiding place.

"It should be fine, let's go." Mo Xiaoran said a little excitedly.

"Yes." Qingfeng clasped his fists and said, "The slave has offended you." After finishing speaking, he wrapped his left hand around Mo Xiaoran's waist, and then hugged Xiaozhu's waist, one left and one right, that's called a left hug and a right hug, just It's a pity that Qingfeng didn't feel happy at all. Although he was strong in martial arts, it was hard to hold one in each hand. After a few ups and downs, he quickly flew out of the palace wall. After landing, his hands were almost numb.

He pulled it hard a few times, and he was slightly relieved when his Qi and blood returned to normal. This kind of physical work is really not done by humans.

Mo Xiaoran straightened her robes, and led Xiaozhu and Qingfeng one after the other, like the princes and grandsons of some family, and walked towards the brothel on Huajie.

Those who don't know it may think that they want to prostitute themselves in the daytime. In the flower street under the sun, the brothel gatehouses on both sides are closed, and the streets are depressed. Only the sound of the wind whistles, and there is no trace of prosperity and excitement. It seems to be in a deep sleep, but at night, it wakes up from sleep and recovers its exclusive luxury.

Mo Xiaoran pulled out the folding fan at her waist with a bang, and tapped her palms lightly. She came to the brothel where Ziyan was, and looked at the closed carved wooden door. Smile: "Go, let them open the door."

Qingfeng took the order immediately, pulled the door latch, and slapped it a few times, the dust on the crack of the door was shaken and fell down, splashing his face, Qingfeng frowned slightly, waved his sleeves, and rushed this The dust waved away.

"Early in the morning, who is it?" There was a sharp complaint from inside, Mo Xiaoran squeezed away the breeze, and stood outside the door with a smile on her face, waiting for the people inside to open the door.

The door opened with a creak, and the madam was wearing a pink cloak covering her whole body. Her hair was in a messy bun, as if she had just gotten up from the bed. When Ran was dressed luxuriously, the anger on her face also turned into hospitality: "Master, our place is closed during the day, if you want to come to play, you can wait until night, ah."

She mistakenly thought that Mo Xiaoran was the young master of some family, and she came here specially to have fun, to have fun, and her attitude naturally improved a lot. Who would refuse the door-to-door business?
"I'm looking for Ziyan." Mo Xiaoran slightly raised her eyebrows, her attitude was neither humble nor overbearing, she never underestimated her because of her status as a bustard.I was even more satisfied with him in my heart, so I was naturally willing to nod and agree, "Okay, follow me."

Qingfeng stared dumbfounded at Mo Xiaoran who had put the old bust down in just a few words, this woman can easily handle even women?
The old bustard walked in front with a swaying posture. There was a strong smell of rouge and gouache in the brothel. The decoration was quite ambiguous, mostly in bright colors. The tables and chairs were neatly placed in the lobby. There was no one on the stage. The towels fall down from the beam in the center, which adds a bit of mysterious and hazy beauty to the place.

Qingfeng frowned uncomfortably, disdainful of this dusty place, Xiaozhu also looked awkward, and followed behind Mo Xiaoran step by step. She kept spinning the folding fan in her hand, and followed the old bustard to the second floor, the old bustard Pointing to a closed room, she said with a smile: "Zi Yan had a guest resting in the room yesterday, if you don't mind, I'll go in and ask."

have a guest?
Mo Xiaoran frowned secretly, she held the folding fan in her hand, a trace of coldness slipped across her brows, she nodded silently.

The old bustard thought to himself, could it be that this young master has taken a fancy to Ziyan, right?
Knocking on the door, Ziyan's crisp voice came from the room: "Who is it?"

"Zi Yan, open the door quickly, I have something to tell you." The old bustard choked and said, the voice was sweet and greasy, and Mo Xiaoran couldn't help frowning, there was a frank voice from inside, and soon, Zi Yan wore a thin gauze skirt and opened the door, but when she saw Mo Xiaoran standing behind the old bustard in the corridor with picturesque eyebrows and eyes, she froze in place like a lightning strike.

"En... benefactor..." She called out anxiously, turned her head to look at the room behind her uncomfortably, and then her face turned pale, like a woman who was caught and raped by her husband. Her petite body trembled slightly, and she didn't even dare to look up into Mo Xiaoran's eyes, for she was afraid that she would see disgust and dislike for herself in her eyes.

Mo Xiaoran raised her eyebrows slightly, and said, "I'm here."

Zi Yan raised her head in astonishment, doesn't he care about the people in her room?Really don't care about her shameful and despicable status?Why can you still look at her so gently?Why can she tolerate her so much?
Ziyan's eyes were covered with a layer of mist, she lowered her head, covered her mouth and sobbed, her face was touched, ashamed, and desperate.

(End of this chapter)