Rebirth of the Heiress Counterattack

"I want supper."

"Yes…"

After leaving the room, Xiaohong breathed a sigh of relief. Originally, she thought that she would definitely be scolded and beaten this time, but she didn't expect that Master Yu didn't say anything this time, it was so strange.

After delivering food to Mo Ziyu, Xiao Hong went to visit Mo Lin in the backyard.

"You lie down and don't get up, I'll bring you something to eat."

"Thanks a lot."

Mo Lin's current situation is much better than Mo Dong's before. Maybe it's because Mo Zifeng took care of it, or maybe it's because Mo Ziyu didn't think it was necessary. Anyway, Mo Lin's situation is much better, and the people below are not too much. Make things difficult for him. After all, he is much more kind than Mo Dong. After this injury, he hid in the backyard and did not go out. Usually, Xiaohong would send something. Occasionally, someone would come to help him change his medicine. Others are considered clean.

"What's the hard work? Back then I was taken care of by you a lot. Besides, as servants, we should take care of each other." Putting down her food, Xiao Hong poured a glass of water and handed it to Mo Lin, slowly talking about Mo Lin. The matter of Ziyu came.

"Young Master Yu didn't get angry when he heard the news today, which is really beyond my expectation. You don't know how scared I was at that time."

The matter of Mo Dong and Mo Lin made the little queen very afraid. Although she helped Young Master Yu, there was no guarantee that nothing would happen. Their Young Master Yu is not a kind person. Master Yu came up with an idea.

Mo Lin just listened to some trifles that Xiaohong said before, and who knew that after Xiaohong said she had given attention to Young Master Yu, Mo Lin said: "How can you give such an idea to Young Master Yu? That But young master."

Xiaohong said disapprovingly: "The young master is the young master, but don't you still have to listen to the madam and the master? I just mentioned it. It's useless if the master disagrees. Besides, it's the person the prince likes, and they don't agree with it." Don’t dare to make mistakes. Besides, how can we slaves have any reason to talk back when Young Master Yu asks? Don’t worry about these things and take care of your wounds.”

Xiaohong thinks simply, but Molin doesn't think so. He wants to continue arguing with Xiaohong, but the other party doesn't seem to want to continue talking with him. Although Molin is sometimes stubborn, he knows what to say and what to say. It should be said that at this time, he silently closed his mouth and chatted with Xiaohong, but his mind had already gone out.

After Xiaohong left, Mo Lin couldn't sit still on the bed. He had to talk to the young master. It was possible that Master Yu would agree to Xiaohong's idea. It's not certain that the eldest young master has been dropped. Although he has only been working with young master Yu for a few days, Mo Lin knows young master Yu very well. There is absolutely nothing that young master Yu can't do.

But now that my body is like this, how can I tell the young master?

Thinking about it, Mo Lin suddenly remembered that every few days there would be a young man who would come to change his dressing and check the situation. That person seemed to be sent by the young master, but in order not to startle the snake, he couldn't just say it was to let him know. Someone brought something to the young master.

Coincidentally, the person who changed Mo Lin's dressing happened to come to the door today, and Mo Lin handed someone something for him to pass on to the young master, and the man also accepted it. Although he didn't know what it meant, he went to find the young master as he did. , but unfortunately the eldest young master was not there, neither was Mo Li, only the second treasure was there, he didn't take it seriously, only said that he would tell the young master when he came back, and then sent them away.

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The dinner in the Wangfu is naturally much richer than that of the Mohist family, but it is mainly vegetarian. This is specially prepared by the Wangye for the people below.

"Eat."

Mo Zifeng had eaten a lot of sweets before, and now he is not very hungry, but this dish smells really delicious, as expected, the chef of the palace is not ordinary.

"This is made by the famous Hejulou master in the imperial city, and I don't know what you like."

Jun Moqing didn't think the cook was special when he brought the cook back, but now he thinks it's worth it, he is good at all kinds of vegetarian snacks, no wonder the face of the shopkeeper was so ugly back then, who's it? Can the chef not hate him for being so robbed of his love?

"Exquisite, Hejulou's things are naturally exquisite."

Although Mo Zifeng has never been there in person, Mo Ziyu brought back things from Hejulou when he was in the imperial city. I heard that rich people go there and the food is the best, so the cook must be too. the best.

"Then why doesn't the king see you move your chopsticks?"

He said yes but didn't see him move his chopsticks. Is this good or bad?

"Of course the lord moved the chopsticks first." Mo Zifeng put something into Jun Moqing's bowl with the public chopsticks, then held up the cup and said, "Caomin wish the lord with tea instead of wine..."

Originally, Mo Zifeng had some auspicious words in his heart, but he felt that it was inappropriate for Jun Moqing. He doesn’t need money for fame, and he doesn’t need it. As for marriage... They are getting married soon, and the next blessings don’t seem to be good either. It's very suitable, so after thinking about it, Mo Zifeng only spit out a sentence of good health.

Jun Moqing thought the other party would say something, but it turned out that the corner of his mouth curled up and said: "Each to each other."

Then Jun Moqing drank the wine in one gulp, and Mo Zifeng refilled it for him.

Mo Zifeng said with a smile: "My lord is generous, let me have another cup."

Jun Moqing did not expect that Mo Zifeng would be very enthusiastic. He was a different person from before. He kept pouring wine for himself. Although he was suspicious, he still enjoyed it. It's so delicious.

While drinking and eating food, Jun Moqing moved a few times and found that Mo Zifeng hadn't moved a single chopstick and said, "This king has already moved his chopsticks, why don't you eat?"

Mo Zifeng's enthusiasm is not unreasonable, he wants to get Jun Moqing drunk as soon as possible so that he can leave by himself, but he has drunk so much, the other party doesn't seem to be drunk at all, sure enough, martial arts are good Drinking capacity, he had to think of a reason to answer Jun Moqing's question.

"There are so many dishes, Caomin don't know which one is better to eat, they all look good." Mo Zifeng said innocently, pointing at the dishes.

Jun Moqing pointed to a dish and said, "This dish of mandarin ducks playing with water is good for me."

Fu Hai happened to bring food in and heard the prince almost vomited blood, so he whispered in Jun Moqing's ear: "Master, this is not a mandarin duck...it's a harp and a song..."

The voice was so quiet in the small room, it was impossible for Mo Zifeng not to hear it, he really wanted to laugh and looked at Jun Moqing's face that instantly turned red, thinking that it would definitely not be the best policy for him to laugh at this moment.

Mo Zifeng was afraid that Jun Moqing would lose face and coaxed: "Cao Min thinks that mandarin ducks are more suitable, please, my lord."

After finishing speaking, Mo Zifeng filled Jun Moqing's cup with wine.

Jun Moqing really wanted to lose his temper at first, but the beauty is so tender now that he can't express it if he wants to. If he can't express it to the beauty, he can always lose his temper to the servant, so the unlucky one is Fuhai.

"Go down, what's the matter with your slave here."

Fu Hai knew that he had said the wrong thing and immediately "get out" without looking back.

"Cough... there are no rules! I... need you to discipline me in the future." Jun Moqing drank the wine in another gulp, and his face was even redder than before.

The two chatted without saying a word, and the atmosphere was not bad. Mo Zifeng toasted Jun Moqing glass by glass, and while watching the food, he found that Jun Moqing seemed a little drunk, and he had to work harder.

"If you don't drink a cup, you've poured me a lot." If Jun Moqing couldn't see Mo Zifeng's intentions, then he wasn't Jun Moqing, but the atmosphere was so good that he didn't want to spoil it.

Mo Zifeng blinked and said innocently: "Isn't the prince never drunk after a thousand cups? What is this little wine?"

Jun Moqing laughed out loud after hearing this, Mo Zifeng is no worse than others when he speaks nonsense, but Jun Moqing doesn't hate it.

"It's true that this king never gets drunk after a thousand cups, but it's boring to drink that much alone."

Drinking alone is either in a bad mood or because there are too many worries. Generally speaking, it is best to drink with two people.

It's not that Mo Zifeng can't drink, but his alcohol capacity is not very good. It's fine for others to drink one or two cups, but he can't, so he must be at a loss if he just drinks like this.

"My lord also knows that grass people's bodies are not suitable for drinking..."

"Well, my lord...remember..."

Jun Moqing just said something casually, he naturally knew that Mo Zifeng's health was failing, but he always felt a little bit lost in his heart.

Mo Zifeng took a peek at Jun Moqing's face and whispered: "However, it's okay to drink a few cups... It's just one cup for the grassroots, and three cups for the prince."

"You are so bold! Dare to negotiate terms with this king."

Although the words were like this, there was no sense of blame in the tone, and Mo Zifeng could hear the taste of teasing.

"The prince can't drink it, can he?"

"The provocative method is useless to this king, but..." Jun Moqing hesitated to speak but stopped staring at Mo Zifeng and said, "If you are, this king... can give up his life to accompany the gentleman."

Jun Moqing raised the wine glass and drank it first as a toast. After three glasses of wine, Jun Moqing's face flushed slightly, but his consciousness was still very clear.

Mo Zifeng felt that his plan might fail, but once he said it, it’s not good if he didn’t drink it. Mo Zifeng also poured himself a glass, but Jun Moqing stopped him when he was about to drink it. He looked suspicious He looked at Jun Moqing.