This pattern is exactly the same as the cyan totem tattoo on the backs of Qin Qiandai and Mu Qingcheng.

Orientals!

Mu Qingcheng was really the secret work of the orientals who had been placed in the palace's house.

Chu Yunyao handed the bronze medal to Mo Lingyuan, and Mo Lingyuan groped for the pattern on the bronze medal with his fingertips, and he felt confident.

Zuo Qiandai is already dead, could it be that the woman who set fire last night was Mu Qingcheng who was in the crowd?

Mo Lingyuan stood up and led Chu Yunyao into the wing room: "Being a felon of arson, he almost caused my commander to lose his eyes, disturbed so many pilgrims, and destroyed the wing room of Tian'en Temple. .

Make twenty big boards each, carry them down the mountain, and send them to the yamen. "

Twenty boards down, the mother and daughter of the Cheng family should have died on the way before reaching the yamen.

When Xiangke learned the truth, although he was very angry, he was still frightened by Chu Yunyao's methods.

Many of these pilgrims who can live in Tian'en Temple are old ladies from big families. They are used to eating vegetarian food and reciting Buddha's name.

These people are older, although they have heard the gossip about the daughter of the Chu family marrying into the Mo family.

But when I saw Chu Yunyao for the first time, I thought she was a beautiful, cold-tempered, somewhat cold little girl.

But he never expected to be such a cruel and merciless person.

She was still pregnant, so she beat the woman who coveted Mo Lingyuan to death in the monastery.

Thinking about those women who were sent to Mo Lingyuan's mansion, one by one died, disappeared, none of them ended well, and I felt that Chu Yunyao used the incident of arson to avenge her personal revenge.

The most terrible thing was that Young Master Mo didn't seem to be surprised by her methods at all.

Who would dare to take advantage of Mrs. Mo's pregnancy to secretly give Mo Shaosai a woman?

Isn't this courting death?

Chu Yunyao never imagined that her reputation of not being a woman and being extremely jealous would spread like this, and no other woman would dare to run up to her to show her presence like Cheng Xinqi.

Not many people dared to secretly stuff the precious daughter into Mo Lingyuan's mansion.



He planned to go down the mountain immediately, but because Mo Lingyuan's eyes could not recover after three days, he postponed the trip and stayed in the temple for three days.

At noon that day, Nuo Da's courtyard was empty, only a few of them were left.

All the pilgrims went down the mountain.

To be exact, he was scared and ran away.

It was rare to be leisurely, so Chu Yunyao led Mo Lingyuan around the temple.

Let him guess the fragrance of the flower.

Let him identify the location of the sound.

She let go of his hand, pretended to hide, and asked Mo Lingyuan to find her out, but he really groped around to find her, and accidentally knocked his knee against a stone, gasping for breath in pain.

Chu Yunyao couldn't bear it, and hurried over to ask him if he was injured, but he hugged him in his arms.

He smiled purely and warmly, like a child who got candy, "I caught you for my husband."

All the troubles seemed to be gone with the wind, and they were like ordinary couples, temporarily throwing away those shackles and heavy responsibilities.

Steal half a day of leisure.

Live carefree and happy.

Mo Lingyuan put his arms around Chu Yunyao, and the two lay side by side on the green grass, letting the flying peach blossom petals fall on their clothes and hair.

Mo Lingyuan rested his other hand behind his head, turned his head to her, and whispered in a whisper: "Yunyao, if I could exchange a pair of eyes for a life like staying with you for the rest of my life, how wonderful it would be!"

The past few days have seemed like a dream, and I never dared to ask for extravagance.

He bears the stability and peace of the entire north on his shoulders, and only at this moment can he completely belong to her...