My Previous Fraternal Twins

Tang Wanxin went to sleep. When she opened her eyes, it was just more than five o'clock. At this time, the sound of gongs and left drums outside came. She was no longer sleepy and simply got up.

When I opened the door, I saw Xu Cong, Chu Chen, Gao Xiangrong and Gu Jinli sitting at the door.

One was sitting upright, one had a cigarette in his hand, one was dozing on the other's leg, and the other was snoring against the wall.

Tang Wanxin asked, "Why are you sitting here?"

As soon as she spoke, the two who fell asleep rolled to the ground, and the two who were awake got up, turned their heads, and then simply turned around.

Xu Cong straightened his clothes and said, "Dr. Tang, why did you come out before dawn?"

Gu Jinli said, "yes, the funeral doesn't start until six o'clock."

While talking, Gu Jinli snuffed out the cigarette.

"I slept, you... Have been sitting here?" Tang Wanxin came out and looked at Chu Chen and Gao Xiangrong who stood up from the ground.

The two were bleary eyed and could fall to the ground and continue to sleep at any time.

Xu Cong said, "the young master asked us to stay here and watch."

"Let you stay here and watch." Tang Wanxin subconsciously pointed to himself: "watch me?"

The other three nodded at the same time.

Xu Cong hurriedly explained, "the Mohists are full of people. They are afraid that others will disturb Dr. Tang's rest."

Tang Wan's heart was warm. Although Xu Cong said that, she knew that Mo Shichen was afraid that someone wanted to be bad for her.

"Thank you. Go down and have a rest quickly. I can handle it myself." Tang Wanxin really didn't want to bother others, and said to them with a grateful face.

At this time, a sky cannon sounded and made a loud "boom".

The four men turned their heads to the sky.

Chu Chen rubbed her eyes and said, "the old lady is going to be put in the coffin."

"It's time for a funeral."

"I'll go out and have a look." Tang Wanxin's mood suddenly felt a little reluctant.

The old lady treated her well and made her regret to leave, which made her very guilty.

She came out from the front of the door, and several men followed her.

Walking out of the straight corridor, I suddenly saw Tang Wanrou being helped out of another road. There was blood on her mouth, her face was slightly haggard, her hair was a little messy, and her dark blue cheongsam was covered with blood.

She was almost carried away by the servant, as if she had been seriously injured.

Of course, the makeup on her face was also collected into Tang Wanxin's eyes.

Tang Wanxin deliberately stopped and glanced at Tang Wanrou from top to bottom.

Gao Xiangrong, who had nothing to do with his business, first came up and asked, "Oh, what's the matter with Miss Tang? She was beaten like this?"

The people walking behind said with a straight face, "young master Gao, I'll make you laugh."

"Back injury was punished by the ruler of the Mo family." Chu Chen said with his chin.

When Tang Wanxin heard this, he suddenly raised his eyebrows: "old lady, I dress like this before my bones are cold. Outsiders know that it is unfilial. As the second young grandmother of the Mohist school, I can make such a low-level and stupid mistake. I'm really ashamed of a descendant of the Tang family like you."

"What are you!" Tang Wanrou's chest was angry, and Tang Wanxin suddenly picked it up.

Tang Wanrou, who had been angry, was now hit by Tang Wanxin, which made her want to go up and tear Tang Wanxin's gloating face.

After yelling, she rushed to Tang Wanxin.

The servant who supported her didn't react and was dragged out by Tang Wanrou.

Seeing this scene, Tang Wanxin immediately raised his hand and threw it on Tang Wanrou's face.

"Pa!"

"Ah!" before Tang Wanrou fought back, she was slapped out by Tang Wanxin.

The servant nearby hurried forward and grabbed Tang Wanrou's arm: "second young grandma, the eldest young master wants you to attend the funeral in the front yard on time."

"I don't know!" Tang Wanrou turned her head, pushed away the servant next to her, and scolded angrily: "what are you? You dare to talk to me in this tone. Don't you want to do it? You still think I'm easy to bully. I tell you, no matter how I am, I'm also the second young milk of Mohism. You can only serve me like a dog."

After a bad breath, Tang Wanrou turned her head and stared at Tang Wanxin. Then she said with a "ha ha" smile: "That's right. You can only watch me become the second young grandmother of Mohism. Even if I accept the rules of Mohism, it's also because I'm a Mohist. And you don't think Mo Shichen can protect you for a while. He can't protect you for a lifetime. Moreover, with your weight, you're not qualified to marry into Mohism. You can live forever if you two are willing Yes, you have to get the nod of the elders of the Mohist school before you can get married. Otherwise, the Mohist registered permanent residence will not recognize you. "

Thinking of this, Tang Wanrou's evil spirit on her chest evacuated a lot.

The master mother of the Mohist family is sad. An excellent man like Mo Shichen must marry a daughter who is equal to him, or she will be a princess of royal blood.

But when Tang Wanxin heard these words, she only felt that Tang Wanrou's mind remained the same as six years ago. What she saw was always superficial.

She glanced at Tang Wanrou coldly: "the Mohist school has admitted you. Are you happy?"

Tang Wanrou's pupils trembled fiercely. I have to say that Tang Wanxin's words hit her heart like a sharp arrow.

Yes, although she is now the second young grandmother of the Mohist family, the younger generation of the Mohist family should respectfully call her "second young grandmother", but what's the use.

Her married husband is just a vegetable who will never wake up. She knows whether it is good or not. Only she can understand it.

However... As Tang Wanxin said, she is unhappy, unhappy.

She is also a normal woman and needs pain.

Tang Wanxin "Oh", with a mocking smile on his lips, said: "who says happiness can only be maintained with that piece of paper. How I live depends on my heart. This Mohist school is not so good in my opinion. Don't say whether they are willing to accept me or not. It's hard to say whether I am willing to enter."

"You..." in the face of her arrogance, Tang Wanrou was angry and hated, gnashing her teeth and glared at Tang Wanxin.

"I'll go to the front yard to see the old lady first, and the second young lady help herself." Tang Wanxin nodded slightly, and with an incomprehensible smile on his lips, he walked past Tang Wanrou.

After walking far away, I heard Tang Wanrou's roar: "get away, I will go by myself."

The funeral ceremony began at six o'clock. There were too many people in the front yard. Tang Wanxin didn't find Mo Shichen.

Xu Cong said, "Dr. Tang, why don't I call you?"

"Don't disturb him. Let him see the old lady off."

As soon as Tang Wanxin's words were finished, a familiar figure in the vestibule followed several older elders, and a young woman followed him