Bone to Heart Knowing Xiaohuan

The bright red and glaring blood contrasted sharply with her snow-white skin.

Mo Xiaohuan covered the space between his eyebrows with the palm of his hand to prevent more blood from flowing out.

"...Get out of here immediately!"

Mo Xiaohuan's eyes were cold and cold, and his voice was even colder. He felt that he was too kind to her in the past, and if she dared to attack her again from now on, fire and water would not be tolerated!

Lin Muxin was startled by her expression and voice, and she didn't expect to hit her.

At this moment, Lin Muxin was shaking all over, turned around in fear and ran towards the door.

But as soon as she reached the door, she bumped into Lin Muxiao who was about to come in.

"Mu Xin, why are you so flustered?" Lin Muxiao asked her while supporting Lin Muxin's shoulder, looking inside.

After seeing Mo Xiaohuan, he couldn't help being frightened.

"Brother...I...I didn't mean it, I really didn't mean it..." Lin Muxin grabbed Lin Muxiao's clothes, begging for his forgiveness.

"Mu Xin, how could you do this!"

Lin Muxiao's tolerance is also limited, even his own sister can't challenge him like this!

Lin Muxiao loosened Lin Muxin's shoulder forcefully, with disappointment in her eyes.

How could his sister do such a thing?She is the princess of her own country!

Lin Muxin saw the disappointment in his eyes, and was startled, afraid of being hated by him.

"Brother..." Lin Muxin acted like a baby in a soft voice only used for him, hoping to calm his anger.

Naihe didn't work at all this time.

"...Let's go, before I get angry." Lin Muxiao turned away his eyes and didn't want to look at her.

Lin Muxin knew that he must be really angry this time, so she couldn't help covering her face and crying and left.

And Mo Xiaohuan watched all this with cold eyes.

From the beginning to the end, Lin Muxiao was selfish.

But he didn't know that the more he was like this, the more he hurt Lin Muxin.

Love is a good thing, but too much love becomes a bad thing.

Lin Muxiao approached Mo Xiaohuan, "Xiaohuan, is it okay?" He helped her to sit down, "I apologize to you on her behalf."

"It's okay, it's just a little bit of skin, the prince doesn't need to apologize to me." Mo Xiaohuan said lightly.

Lin Muxiao looked at her, and laughed at himself, "You must think I'm selfish, I didn't scold her when Mu Xin treated you like this."

She didn't want to ask or care about his private affairs at all.

"My lord, that's your housework, it has nothing to do with me." Mo Xiaohuan just twitched the corners of his mouth and smiled.

When Lin Muxiao heard her words, she knew that her impression of Lin Muxin was even worse, and she was extremely disappointed.

"Xiao Huan, please don't worry about her, she won't grow up," Lin Muxiao lowered her head slightly when she said this, "I know it's my fault, and I just want you to forgive her."

Mo Xiaohuan just looked at him quietly for a while, but didn't answer immediately.

She got up and walked aside to pick up a handkerchief, then sat down in front of the dressing table and carefully wiped the center of her brows.

After wiping, she frowned.

It's broken, it doesn't look good.

Immediately, she picked up a colored pen and painted it between her eyebrows with a color close to her skin.

She remembered that Concubine Yang Guifei on TV also drew her brows in the same way after her skin was broken.

After the painting was finished, Mo Xiaohuan was still the same as before, but there was a slight bulge on his forehead.

Lin Muxiao looked over from the bronze mirror, and couldn't help being stunned!

Why is her mind so clever?Even the broken skin can be covered so well.

It's no wonder that everyone who has seen her is fascinated by her, she is full of talent.

Even if she doesn't have outstanding beauty, her temperament alone is enough to make men fall in love.

After Mo Xiaohuan finished drawing, she turned to look at him, only to find that he was staring at her in a daze.

She couldn't help laughing in her heart.

No matter how unfeminine people are, they will probably make an exception after seeing Mo Qinghuan.

Fortunately, she is not a demon girl, otherwise she would be the second Su Da, and Mo Xiaohuan would not be able to do things that would harm the country and the people.

"My lord, for what you said just now, I can only say that Lingmei is too naive, and the dignified concubine can't tolerate a common girl. As a concubine, she should set an example and show her dignity as the premise, and the second is to assist Ling. Prince, take good care of the backyard to relieve Prince Ling's worries."

When Mo Xiaohuan said something of justice, his face always shone brightly, and that kind of brilliance was incomparable to any beautiful scenery.

Lin Muxiao looked at her fascinated, and couldn't help but regret that she was a weak woman. If she were a man, she would definitely make great achievements.

"You're right, Xiaohuan." He nodded, agreeing with her statement.

"My lord, there is another point. I have tolerated my sister to the extreme. If she offends me again, I will not let her go easily, even if she is your own sister, Lord Ling's concubine."

Mo Xiaohuan has made it very clear that if Lin Muxiao wants to break up with her, she will accept it.

After all, she, Mo Xiaohuan, is not a god, and her stomach is not that big.

And blindly giving in to Lin Muxin only hurt her further.

How could Lin Muxiao not understand what she meant? He didn't express his position, so he should be the default.

Mo Xiaohuan looked at him and knew he was in trouble, but there was nothing she could do.

The ancients said that if people do not do what they want, they will be destroyed by heaven and earth.

After a long time, no matter how cowardly and incompetent a tiger is, it will show its power and kill people.

Lin Muxiao seemed to have remembered something, so he asked her, "Yu Beiming, did you find out your identity?" This was what he was worried about.

Yu Beiming is very deep in the city.

When Mo Xiaohuan heard his words, his eyes dimmed, and he looked out of the window with his head on one hand and did not speak.

Looking at her expression, Lin Muxiao understood it. He knew that no matter how Xiaohuan dressed up, she couldn't hide the aura of agility on her body, but Yu Beiming was too shrewd to be discovered by him so quickly.

"That night at the dinner party, after I left the table, he came to me and found out that I had a poisoning attack." Mo Xiaohuan really wanted to disappear in this world, and never wanted to see Yu Beiming's disgusting photo. Face.

Lin Muxiao looked at her, a trace of bitterness slipped through his heart, after all, she still had to leave.

"Then what are you going to do?" This is what he wanted to know.

Mo Xiaohuan turned to him with her head propped up, "I want to leave, is there anything you can do?"

Maybe she shouldn't trouble him anymore, so she said, "Forget it, it will always come."

This was an obvious refusal, and Lin Muxiao didn't want to say anything else, so he just said, "Xiaohuan, you can come to me for anything."

Looking at him, Mo Xiaohuan felt that this man was too infatuated. If it were placed in modern times, how many women would break their hearts for him.

But it's not bad here, but when I met her, those women were all gone.

Noon is the hottest time in Daliang.

Mo Xiaohuan didn't have a lunch break today, so he sat in the gazebo to enjoy the shade.

There is a garden to the east of the palace. Although it is not as big as Yubei Hades Palace, it is not too small.

And the pavilion where Mo Xiaohuan lived was in this garden. The pavilion stood against the lake. There were lotus flowers floating on the surface of the lake. When the cool breeze blew, the white lotus in the lake moved gently with the wind.

Mo Xiaohuan was dressed in white plain clothes today, he looked like a handsome young man, suave and suave.

Looking at the lotus on the lake, she couldn't help thinking of the poem "Ai Lian Shuo".

"I love the lotus as it comes out of mud but not stained, clean and clear but not demonic, middle-connected and externally planted, without vines or branches, fragrant far away and clear, graceful and clean, can be seen from a distance but not played with."