Chapter 6

Before, Mo Qing'e and Mo Linlang flattered their younger sister in every way. Although her younger sister was strong, she didn't have much thought. She couldn't see their two sides and made friends with them.

On the contrary, he was cold to his brother.

Later, when their younger sister became a waste, the two of them showed their true colors and bullied their brother and sister openly and secretly.

Even the servants of the Marquis's mansion dare to step on their feet.

In such dark days, life is like years, life is not like death, but they experienced a full year.

"All right, brother." Mo Qingge couldn't help interrupting him and asked, "do you want to endure all your life and be trampled on by them?"

Mo Xingchen shook his head gently: "but..."

But now he is a waste, can't protect his sister, in addition to swallow his anger, how can he survive?

"Nothing but." Mo Qingge's tone is firm, "since you don't want to, you have to rise up and fight. If others hit you, you can fight back and let them know that we are not easy to bully!"

"It's easy to say, but there are so many of them. How can they have a chance to fight back?"

Even if there is a chance to fight back, once you fight back, you will be bullied even more.

With a slight sigh, Mo Qingge patted him on the shoulder: "I'll never give them any chance to bully you when I'm here. I want them to pay back what we've suffered before!"

Suddenly spit out such a big Lingyun ambition, Mo Xingchen is really not adapted, and even suspected that this is not his lazy, greedy, timid sister.

His sister was arrested for one night. After she came back, she was really like a different person!

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Anping Marquis's residence, Mingxiang garden.

Mo Qing'e was lying on the bed, her face was very blue, her eyes were wide open, her stomach was burning hot and painful.

I... what's the matter?

The doctor on one side felt her pulse for a long time, but didn't find any clue. Finally, he only prescribed some anti swelling medicine for her to use on her face.

With tears in her eyes, Mo Qing'e shakes her head and wants to speak, but she can't utter a word. Her throat seems to have been burned. She can only open her mouth and make a painful sob.

She wanted to tell the doctor that she not only had skin injuries, but also was poisoned, poisoned by Mo Qingge.

"Miss, let me apply it to your face." One side of the maid gently with ice on the ink, green e swollen as steamed bread like face.

"Wu..." Mo Qing'e made a sound of eating pain, and her tears were about to fall out. Her body seemed to be in pain.

"Qing'e!" At this time, the third lady Jiang ran in in a hurry and looked at her daughter being beaten into a pig's head. She was very angry and said, "what's the matter? Who beat you like this?"

Jiang's red embroidered skirt with heavy make-up is charming and lovely. Just because of this, he was favored by the Marquis of Anping.

Mo Qing'e raised her hand and wanted to speak, but she only uttered a voice of "ah..." and could not utter a word.

Her voice, is it dead?

The prince usually likes to listen to her sing songs. Now if he becomes mute, won't he lose a great advantage and become disabled?

According to the Royal regulations, a disabled woman is not allowed to marry into the royal family, let alone a mute, even if she has a small scar on her body.

She hates, she hates Mo Qingge!

"Tell your mother who hurt you, and she will take revenge for you!" Jiang was filled with righteous indignation.

Mo Qing'e raised her hand, endured the pain, and weakly pointed to the corner of the courtyard.

"Mo Qingge?" Jiang looked at her in horror.

That trash. How could she?

Mo Qing'e nodded with tears, her beautiful face twisted into a ball because of pain, which was particularly ferocious.

"Good." Jiang's cold hum, burning with anger, "that little bastard, I want to kill her! Come on

"My subordinates are here!"

Jiang's cold face, ordered something, and Mo Qing'e kept shaking her head, throat issued a voice of sobbing, seems to want to stop Jiang.

Mo Qingge can't die. She is poisoned by Mo Qingge now. If Mo Qingge dies, she will be dumb forever!

"Qing'e, don't worry." After giving orders, Jiang turned his head and said, "my mother will let that little bastard die today. I'll take a breath for you!"

Mo Qing'e's eyes were dim with tears, and she kept shaking her head. But because she couldn't speak, Jiang didn't understand her meaning, and the doctor couldn't find any problems, so she stepped down first. Mo Qing'e cried all night with despair.

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It's late at night.

Mo Qingge simply cleaned up the next room and fried some healing medicine for her brother.

When Mo Xingshen falls asleep, Mo Qingge sits in front of the mirror and looks at the face in the mirror.

The skin is dark yellow, the hair is black, and there is no luster. There is a ferocious scar on both sides of the cheek. This face is not really good-looking, but the outline of the eyebrows and eyes is very symbolic.

Mo Qingge touches the scar on her face and guesses that the scar is caused by taking poison for a long time. As long as the poison is removed, the scar will disappear.

Wait, she will soon heal her brother's leg and the two scars on her face.

Those who can't kill her will only make her stronger and fight back one by one!

She didn't go to sleep immediately because she knew that someone would come to her tonight. After all, Sanfang would not miss such a good opportunity.

Mo Qingge puts on her night clothes and leaves the room with light hands and feet. Her light body sweeps onto the roof of the house. Then she hears a sound.

I saw more than a dozen furtive servants prying open the side yard, holding torches, coming in with oil buckets, and acting cautiously.

"Hurry up, hurry up, madam said, we need to solve it quickly!"

Mo Qingge sits lazily on the roof, looks at the people below with great interest, and hums coldly: "arson in the middle of the night? You are playing such a low-level game! "

Well, I'll just give them a tooth for a tooth and let them bite the dog!

She was about to start poisoning, but a beautiful male voice came from her ear

"Can I help you? Master

"Who?"

Mo Qingge looks left and right, and finally his eyes fall on the Xuanwen Bracelet in his wrist.

Is this bracelet talking?

This bracelet is made by her. How can she not know when the bracelet can speak?

The next second, a silver light across the line of sight, Xuanwen Bracelet Silver flashing, until the light gradually disappeared, a man in black, appeared in front of Mo Qingge.

The man was tall, about one meter nine, with sword eyebrows, red lips and white teeth. His whole body was filled with a sense of indifference.

What a nice figure!

"You..."

"Master, I'm the spirit of this Xuanwen bracelet. Xuanli, I've just been awakened by you." The man nodded slightly in a respectful tone.