Poison Consort and Her Tyrant

"You don't understand when I tell you this." Wind Ono waved his hand.

Feng Xiaomo hugged his arm and snorted coldly.

"Brother." She suddenly called him.

Feng Xiaomo didn't speak. She continued to keep a high and cold state. She hummed coldly, glanced at her small face, and looked arrogantly the same as when her father and mother were angry.

Feng Xiaoye didn't care about his appearance, but said softly, "if brother Yi Han really gives back his kiss, will you and your father and mother agree?"

"Me?" Feng Xiaomo's proud expression immediately converged, "if you really like it, my brother will certainly agree."

The most important thing is that Mo Yihan should be good to her.

As long as he is good to her, he doesn't care so much.

The light at the bottom of Feng Xiaoye's eyes flashed, and there were no other words.

She knew that the relationship between her and Mo Yihan was far from reaching the unforgettable level of love. She just chose a lover to marry, and Mo Yihan just chose a suitable girl to marry.

……

Mohism.

General Mo woke up, but he coughed all the time.

Mo Yihan walked to his bed. He seemed worried. He turned and told the servant girl: "go to the palace to find the princess and say that my father coughed more than once."

"Cough, no need." Old general Mo interrupted the servant girl's steps to leave.

Mo Yihan doesn't understand and looks at him, looking bleary.

"If you want your father to treat me well, get married and don't make these little moths for me."

Mo Yihan looked at his father rigidly. He didn't expect that he would still think about this as soon as he woke up. Doesn't he know how sad it is to force his son to marry a woman he doesn't like at all?

Mrs. Mo also noticed the rigidity of the atmosphere and quickly made a voice to ease the atmosphere: "Sir, let's not force this thing too much. After all, the child is old. Can you raise your body first?"

"No!" He let out a low drink, but choked his lungs more uncomfortable and coughed more fiercely, "cough..."

Mo Yihan stood up.

"What are you doing? Go and invite the princess." He glanced at the servant girl.

The wooden servant girl felt the cold light projected from the young master's dangerous eyes, quickly nodded, turned and ran out.

Mo Yihan turned back and said, "Dad, if you let me marry and have children, I can only marry Ono. If it's someone else, I won't marry. I'd rather cut my own life than marry!"

"Poof!" General Mo almost died of anger.

Mrs. Mo looked at her son in amazement, "han'er, the princess is a golden branch and jade leaf. You can't marry if you want to. What's more, now that your majesty and empress are not in the imperial capital, how can you decide the princess's marriage?"

Mo Yihan looked at his mother and nodded: "I know. I can wait until your majesty and your mother return to the palace and explain to your majesty. As long as your majesty is willing to betroth the princess to me."

At that moment, he stood more tall and straight than usual, and his long body stood as tall and straight as a pine.

Murph's head saw his son like this for the first time.

He must have recognized people from the bottom of his heart, so he refused to live or die

"Just dream!" General Mo said with difficulty, "I tell you, your mother won't agree. Otherwise, why did you let me warn you to take care of you? Otherwise, when the princess was five years old, she asked her to leave the Royal College and invite a teacher to teach her alone? She just didn't let you meet."

Old general Mo decided that the queen would not let the princess marry Mo Yihan.

After living so old, he didn't expect his son to climb any high branches. He just had to marry a clever and sensible girl as his daughter-in-law.

Mo Yihan stood there, his tone was neither humble nor arrogant, and said, "Dad is so sure. Did my mother say this to my father personally? If not, why should my father be so sure?"

General Murdoch choked on his words.

"We'll wait for your majesty and your mother to return to the palace. If your majesty and your mother agree after returning to the palace, dad will have no chance to refute. If..."

"Well, if your majesty and your mother don't agree, you can marry Yu Zhi!"

Mo Yihan shook his fist in his sleeve and nodded slowly after a long silence.

As long as your majesty orders, there is no room for parents to refute.

Yu Zhi, who was hiding at the door, heard their conversation. Her face turned pale and retreated again and again. Her face became more and more ugly.

"Miss?" The servant girl hurriedly stretched out her hand to help her, and the bottom of her heart rose up with an unspeakable pleasure.

Miss has always been bad to them. A woman with such a snake and scorpion heart should not be happy.

If Mo Yihan marries her, it is the tragedy of Mohism.

Sure enough, the wicked are rewarded.

Yu Zhi is in a mess now. She is not in the mood to pay attention to the servant girl's expression. She thinks what to do?

……

When Feng Xiaoye got the news, he hurried to the Mohist school.

The old general Mo, who had woken up but coughed more than once, leaned against the head of the bed. Seeing that she still wanted to stay and salute with coughing and pain, he was held down by Feng Xiaoye.

"Don't be so polite, old general. I'm not the kind of high princess. I have to salute you."

Old general Mo looked at the girl's clear eyes and sighed: "princess, our family is easy to be cold and doesn't deserve you at all."

Uh

General Mo is single-minded. How does she respond?

"Cough!" Mo Yihan still stood on one side and coughed fiercely. He really didn't know how unbearable his father thought he was?

Feng Xiaoye glanced at Mo Yihan and said with a smile, "nothing. Old general, I'll show you your illness first."

In fact, she didn't understand what was the biggest obstacle between her and Mo Yihan.

Is it your parents' order? Or the Yu family's kindness to the Mohists?

Old general Mo seemed to want to say something, but his eyes swept to his son and silently swallowed the words back into his stomach without asking anything.

It's inconvenient for him to say it in front of his son.

Gradually, old general Mo noticed the wind Xiaoye with a gradually sinking complexion and asked strangely, "princess, what's wrong?"

"Yes, it's very wrong!" Feng Xiaoye's face was calm. "Didn't you boil this medicine according to the prescription I gave you?"

When she said this, everyone was stunned.

Mo Yi asked coldly, "isn't the prescription right?"

Feng Ono nodded.

"I'll check it right away." Mo Yihan walked out.

Feng Xiaoye looked at old general Mo and guessed seven or eight points in his heart.

This matter must have Yu Zhi's share. Yu Zhi can do this entirely to frame her. But what was wrong was that the old general of Shangmo woke up tonight, and she came so fast.

Mo Yihan sent someone to call all the servants responsible for preparing medicine.

Everyone insisted that it was boiled according to Feng Xiaoye's prescription.

One of the older old servants hurriedly said, "I think it's the princess's fault. She's young. How can she prescribe a prescription for the master? There's something wrong with the medicine, and now it's on our old slaves."

"Yes, yes." Others nodded in agreement.

"Presumptuous!" The bodyguard and servant girl who came with Feng Xiaoye immediately drank angrily.

"The following offenses should be dealt with in accordance with the military law in my Mohist school!" Mo Yi said coldly, "in that case, you can drag them out to play 20 big boards until they are willing to tell the truth."

All the servants turned pale and some cried for forgiveness.

At this moment, we can't afford to hide for others.

The old servant who had just yelled loudly was pulled down by the bodyguard. With strength from nowhere, he suddenly knelt down and shouted, "young master, young master, we all say. It's Miss Yu. She asked us to add one medicine to the medicine. She also said that as long as we add this medicine, the master's illness can be cured immediately."

"You're talking nonsense!" Yu Zhi was already at the door. She clicked at the bottom of her heart and rushed into the hall shouting No.

But the servants dared not hide it for her in order to protect themselves.

They all accused her of Yu Zhi's orders.

Mo Yi's cold eyes fell on Yu Zhi, and the deep cold eyes burst out a strong cold light, almost gouging out the woman.

"Is that you?" I didn't expect that this woman would be so vicious that she would kill his father!

Yu Zhi's face became more and more pale. In addition to shaking her head, she didn't know what to do.

No one will fight for anything for her, and no one will even plead for her.

Even her personal servant girl was thinking that all this was her fault.

……

Wind Ono listens to the movement outside and looks at old general mo.

"Princess." The old general Mo calmly called her, "you also saw the situation outside. Even if Yu Zhi deliberately wanted to kill me, we Mohists can't find trouble with their Yu family, or let Yu Zhi's life equal to one life."

Feng Xiaoye asked, "why?"

This kind of thing is a little strange.

The Mohist martial general family has always been tough, but there are people who are afraid?

General Mo sighed: "my life and my wife's life were saved by the master of the Yu family. I was lucky to have the help of the Yu family when I led the troops to war. Otherwise, our Mohist school would not be today. Our Mohist School's glory today was only achieved by such great achievements in those years."

Wind Ono nodded like a dreamer.

"Princess, please fulfill the old minister's mind. We don't want to become two families of hatred with the Yu family."

Feng Xiaoye really doesn't know what the old man thinks.

Is it really good to repay kindness so blindly? Didn't he think about what if one day he just tolerated and made Mo Yihan resist more?

"Old general Mo, I'm afraid I can't agree to this. If you let your son marry a woman you don't like because of gratitude, it seems to be a failure as a parent! Your kindness and resentment with the Yu family have nothing to do with me“

"Just in case, the medicine of old general Mo is cooked in the medicine room in the imperial palace. Later, someone will send the medicine to Mo's house. Just in case."

Feng Xiaoye's calm words made old general Mo sigh deeply.

The princess has the style of a empress. She is a good girl.

He really doesn't want Feng Xiaoye to participate in the mess of their Mohist school.