The weather is always unpredictable. The sky is clear in the morning and the sun is scorching, but in the afternoon, it is dark clouds and dark haze.

Feng Feixue asked Leng Xin to send Lin Jingxuan back to the second wife's Suoqiuyuan, and asked Qiuyan to hold Fengwu Cangqinqin and carry the hem of her skirt to rush towards Ruoxiangyuan.

Seeing that it was about to arrive at Ruoxiangyuan, a girl in blue brushed her body and handed a secret letter to her.

"Miss Four, this is given to you by the old lady. If it's okay, I'll take it back!"

Feng Feixue pushed his hand, and the girl in blue retreated and left. Qiu Yan stared at the girl for a long time. After the girl walked away, she muttered to Feng Feixue: "Miss Four, is this girl new here? Why are you so jealous?"

Feng Feixue smiled lightly, "No matter which girl she is, just send the message."

"But the old lady usually doesn't send a letter to you, Miss Four. She usually asks Mo Mo to inform you in person and asks you to go to Xianglin Courtyard in person." Qiu Yan's brows frowned in a line. Maybe she has been following Feng Feixue for too long and has learned more cautiously. It is not like before, as long as others say anything, she believes in whatever she wants, without any wrong thoughts or erotic thoughts.

Feng Feixue raised her eyebrows and saw a figure hiding in the corner of the outer wall. It seemed that someone was following her? Could it be related to this letter? Qiu Yan, the girl, is learning more and more cleverly, but there is one thing that is not good, that is, she says whatever she says, regardless of whether the surrounding environment is safe.

Feng Feixue coughed gently and gave a wink to the figure dodging in the corner of the outer wall. Qiu Yan looked around and realized that her lady was trying to stop her, so she stopped talking.

Feng Feixue picked up the hem of her beautiful long skirt and walked back to Ruoxiangyuan. Qiu Yan also followed her back.

When he arrived at the hall, Feng Feixue sat on the bench, took out the letter, and took a closer look.

It's really the original work of the old lady.

Qiu Yan blinked her eyes and asked hurriedly: "Miss, was the old lady personally picked up the letter?"

Feng Feixue handed it to Qiu Yan and asked Qiu Yan to take a look. Qiu Yan saw the content above first, and couldn't help but scream in a fuss. Feng Feixue stretched out to cover her mouth.

"If you really call it out, aren't you afraid of attracting other people's attention and being discovered?"

Qiu Yan's eyes were full of embarrassing smiles. Feng Feixue relaxed. This time, she carefully looked at the handwriting on the letter and said for a while: "Miss Four, I have been looking at it for a long time and found that it was indeed written by the old lady himself, but is there some content on it..."

Of course, Feng Feixue also thought something was wrong, because the letter reads: Two quarters of an hour later, go to the side courtyard in the corner of the North Mountain, where I have something to say to you.

The side courtyard in the north corner of Prime Minister Lin’s mansion is an abandoned yard. It was just cleaned and built by Lin Xiaoran not long ago, but it has not been moved into it yet. I heard that this place will be the same as the Yangxinyuan in the future, and it is locked up those who are crazy and crazy here to keep it in peace.

Now the old lady came to a letter saying that there were only two possibilities for meeting in such a remote place. One is that the old lady was stupid and could speak nonsense and wanted Feng Feixue to meet her. This may be too low after thinking about it. The second possibility is that someone imitated the old lady's handwriting and tricked her into doing something bad to her in the side courtyard.

Feng Feixue suddenly remembered that Lin Jingfeng had harmed her by using this kind of trick in the past? If this person used the same trick to ruin her this time, wouldn’t that be very stupid?

Qiu Yan blinked her eyes and carefully found some gaps in the text. This time she saw a place that was difficult to detect. The word "天" in the second quarter, the word "天" in the radical, and the word "天" in the strokes. The two holes were obviously not from the same person, which proved that these words must have been imitated by someone.

Qiu Yan told Feng Feixue about this. Feng Feixue just smiled faintly, stood up and wanted to walk out of Ruoxiangyuan. Qiu Yan was anxious, grabbed Feng Feixue and advised: "Miss, we are just going like this. Wouldn't we bet on the trick they set up?"

"We don't go, so we have indulged those who want to harm me. I want to see who is so bold that he dares to lie to me to the side courtyard in Beishan.

Qiuyan knew that if her lady had decided on something, no one could tell her. She gritted her teeth and said, "Miss, go, I will go too, I will not leave the lady alone!"

Feng Feixue discovered that the only girls who had been loyal to her were Qiu Yan and Leng Xin. In fact, before she knew it, she no longer regarded them as servants, but as sisters.

Feng Feixue nodded, but told Qiu Yan a few more words: "Call all the girls and mothers in the yard, and call someone else..."

Qiu Yan suddenly realized it, nodded, and did as Feng Feixue said.

The sky covered with dark clouds finally drizzled. Mid-Autumn Festival was over, and the autumn wind was extremely cold. Feng Feixue, holding a red paper umbrella, came to the side courtyard of Beishan alone. When he opened the gate, he found that it seemed like someone had been here. There were already several pairs of deep footprints in the muddy courtyard.

Under the umbrella, she gently curled the corners of her lips and showed a cold smile. It seemed that she was a man. Although Lin Jingfeng was dead, there would be someone who imitated him and designed such a plan. It was really stupid.

She deliberately opened the two courtyard doors and swayed in the autumn wind. Then she carried a red paper umbrella and followed the muddy footprints to the outside of a seemingly clean and neat door of the room.

She pushed open the door without hesitation, put away the red paper umbrella, turned around to cover the door. At this moment, a pair of man's hot hands held her thin waist as soft as a water snake, and hugged Feng Feixue in her arms.

Feng Feixue screamed: "Who are you? What do you want to do to me?"

The man in green robe smiled loudly and leaned his pointed chin against Feng Feixue's shoulders, with an ambiguous and intoxicated look on his face: "I am your second cousin, Mo Shaocheng. Has no one told you that I came to the Prime Minister's Mansion to propose marriage to you?"

"But the third sister just passed away and the great mourning has not passed yet. How could there be someone who proposed marriage? You must be lying to me!" Feng Feixue struggled, but no matter how hard she struggled, she couldn't break away from his arms.

"Silly sister, you can ask for marriage first, and you can marry you later, so you don't have to worry, just follow me!" He became more and more eager, hugged Feng Feixue's slender waist, pulled her and went to the bed.

At this moment, Feng Feixue screamed at the top of her voice: "Come here! I'm sorry! Come and help me!"

Mo Shaocheng was angry and raised his hand to slap her: "Stop it! You little slaughter, don't toast or not eat and drink!"

But at this moment, Feng Feixue raised her hand, faster than he could drop her hand. She slapped him a few times in the face. Soon Mo Shaocheng's handsome face was beyond recognition by Hei Mo. She looked very funny.

Mo Shaocheng's mind was blank when he was slapped like lightning, and he stood there in disbelief.

Of course, Feng Feixue didn't want to pay attention to how beautiful and handsome he looked before. She trotted a few steps, lay down by the door, and slid down the door. The person who looked outside thought she was dragged by someone.

The gate of Beishan side courtyard was soon filled with a group of dark people, each of whom was holding sticks and hurried over.

The leader was a middle-aged man. He had a gray face and a serious face. He was not someone else, but Lin Xiaoran.

Under the storm of Guan Tianhua, how dare he rob a good woman from a family, and this woman is his fourth daughter?

Thinking of this, Lin Xiaoran gritted his teeth and stamped his feet in anger. He was the first to rush into the house and saw a man with a black face holding his daughter's waist, and his daughter was crying with the rain.

Without thinking, he waved his rod and hit the man in the face, and even knocked off a white tooth from the man's mouth.

Immediately afterwards, a group of people outside the door rushed into the room. Lin Xiaoran heard the order: "Blow me hard. Even if I beat you to death, it doesn't matter. I'll make the decision!"

When these people heard Lin Xiaoran’s words, they didn’t want to go against the head of the family. They raised their stick and smashed them hard at Mo Shaocheng who was standing on the ground.

There were screams, shouting with a baton, and there were voices of resentment and cursing. No matter what Mo Shaocheng explained, he said that he was the son of Marquis Mo and the eldest lady's nephew, but the angry shouting had already covered his figure of begging for mercy and crying and defending, and he could only curl up on the ground and let these people swing at him.

Of course, Feng Feixue didn't know Mo Shaocheng's identity, but she obviously saw Lin Rusi running away from the crowd. It seemed that this incident was caused by Lin Rusi. If this person was beaten to death, Lin Rusi would need an explanation. It would be good to think about it like this.

After a long time, the people on the ground were beaten with blood and dying, Lin Xiaoran raised his hand and shouted, "Stop it!"

A group of people stopped waving the sticks and threw them to the ground.

Lin Xiaoran raised his foot and stepped on Mo Shaocheng's body hard, his hatred itched: "You guy, it seems that you are so tired of living. I will take you to the yamen and let the yamen lock you up!"

"Uncle!" Mo Shaocheng's mouth was covered in blood, and a few of his teeth fell off, but he still called these two words very clearly.

Feng Feixue was stunned. This person was called Uncle Lin Xiaoran. Could it be Lin Xiaoran's nephew? In this way, he should have something to do with the eldest lady. Is it the eldest lady's nephew?

Although Lin Xiaoran was full of anger, he still clearly heard him calling him uncle?

Xiangmi lowered her bowel movements. He hurriedly squatted down and reached out to wipe the black ink on Mo Shaocheng's face. When he wiped the eyebrows and eyes clean, he found that he was the eldest lady's nephew, Mo Shaocheng, the second son of Marquis Mo?

Lin Xiaoran shook all over and almost couldn't stand firm and his body fell down. Feng Feixue hurriedly supported Lin Xiaoran and reminded: "Father, what did this flower-picking thief just said? Why didn't I hear it clearly?"

Lin Xiaoran frowned as if he had received some secret code and said coldly: "I didn't hear clearly, someone came... sent this bold flower-picking thief to the government office and asked him to go to jail in there to see if he dared to act so boldly."

Mo Shaocheng thought Lin Xiaoran had recognized him, but he never expected Lin Xiaoran to issue such an order. When two tall and strong guards picked him up like a chicken, his head felt as if he was filled with molten iron. He couldn't raise his head, and his eyes were blurred and he fainted.

Feng Feixue breathed lightly, and Lin Xiaoran was the same, but before Mo Shaocheng was taken out of the room, a fucked person suddenly came outside the door.

A middle-aged woman walked ahead. She was wearing a gorgeous purple dress and a precious red hairpin. She had a beautiful face and sharp eyes. Her eyes were the same as the eyes of Mrs. Chen, and she was as sharp as the eagle-eyed one.

Behind her were the eldest lady and Lin Rusi in a yellow willow dress.

The eldest lady's face was very pale. It was obvious that the root cause of her illness had not been cured. After hearing what happened in the Beishan side hospital, she was so shocked that her face turned pale. She shook her weak body and rushed towards her quickly.

Lin Rusi looked like a frightened kitten, and kept hanging her face, not daring to look up at what was happening in the wing room.

Chen Qingyuan, the wife of Marquis Mo, was the first to rush into the room. When she saw Mo Shaocheng, who was covered in wounds and blood, she rushed over and raised her hand to slap the two guards twice, and then asked them to gently put Mo Shaocheng on the ground.

At this moment, Mo Shaocheng was already unconscious, covered in scars, as if he was half dead. Chen Qingyuan's sharp eyes froze towards Lin Xiaoran's face and said angrily: "I wonder if my brother-in-law, who was beaten like this by Shaocheng?"

Lin Xiaoran didn't expect things to turn out like this, but he knew that this was impossible to avoid. He also raised his sharp eyes and stared at Chen Qingyuan without any guilt or pity: "It was me, I asked someone to beat him like this. I don't care about him being romantic outside, but when I arrived at my prime minister's mansion, he actually dared to do something that was worse than beasts to Ruoxi. Even if I beat him to death, it was also necessary."

Chen Qingyuan saw the woman standing beside Lin Xiaoran with a beautiful face and smiled coldly: "Is she Lin Ruoxi? A illegitimate little hoof. My young city must have been confused by you to do such a fool."

She suddenly stood up and rushed towards Lin Ruoxi like a tigress, grabbed her dress and collar: "Xiao Jianren, if there is a three-length or two-length shortness in my Shaocheng, I will let you lose your life!"

Feng Feixue's dark eyes had never seen a dodging gaze, and it was like a quiet lake toward Chen Qingyuan's eyes, making Chen Qingyuan's hand holding the collar of her dress suddenly loosens a little, and then clench it tightly...

"Madam Hou, I advise you to let go quickly, otherwise your son will die in my hands."

Chen Qingyuan shook all over. What was she saying? Is she threatening her? Why did she dare to say that his son would die at her hands?
Chapter completed!