lcionline What is the point of the Mid-Autumn Festival in Chapter 226? Why can't I remember it?
What is the point of the Mid-Autumn Festival in Chapter 226? Why can't I remember it?
"Don't be afraid, just speak up. I can accept whatever you say!"
Mu Wanyan: "Back then, on the vast grassland, I saved your life. In gratitude, you gave me a pair of rabbit fur gloves and a fur coat. However, I have given those clothes to the maids."
"So, I want to give you a new one."
She said word by word: "This way, only you owe me, and I don't owe you anything."
Her peach blossom eyes began to darken, and there was a hint of a smile at the corner of her mouth. She stated the matter so frankly, so he should have believed it, right?
It can't be as stupid as a donkey, right?
Pei Mochen covered his chest and took a deep breath of the sweet air.
"Yan Yan——" The ending tone was very long, and there was a bit of doting in the words. "Ding Ruolian told you all these things, right?"
"Are you going to play Lolo again to please this king? Hmm?"
Mu Wanyan sighed and glanced away. He was vicious and stupid, dumber than a donkey.
Pei Mochen didn't notice Mu Wanyan's disgusted look, and only said in a cheesy voice: "Stop messing around! How old are you?"
He bent down, trying to touch Mu Wanyan's head with his forehead, and said hoarsely: "Yanyan, you don't need to disguise yourself as anyone. In my heart..."
Mu Wanyan pushed him away fiercely, "Mo Chen, don't get so close to me, and don't say anything more."
If you say one more word, I won’t be able to eat my dinner today.
Pei Mochen asked doubtfully: "Yan Yan? Are you rejecting me?"
Mu Wanyan: "I get goose bumps, really."
This time she spoke so frankly, not because she was quick-witted, but because Mu Wanyan knew Pei Mochen too well and knew what he would say next.
As expected, Pei Mochen smiled slightly and said, "Goose bumps? No wonder your face turned pale."
Wenrou said, "Yanyan, you have this physical reaction because you are too nervous."
With an extremely affectionate look, he said to Mu Wanyan word by word: "My beloved concubine, I am not a big tiger, I am your husband. You don't have to be so shy when you see me."
Mu Wanyan: “…” Time passes faster, I really can’t hold it in anymore.
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Ten days until Mid-Autumn Festival.
When the Xichang envoy left Dafeng, Emperor Pei Lingsong's condition became more serious.
Pei Yuxiao had been serving by the side, but few other princes and princesses came to visit.
Because the first thing they had to talk about was the fiefdom and the crown prince, Pei Lingsong refused, and the princes and princesses gradually stopped coming.
In the last days, Pei Lingsong gradually saw the fickleness of the world.
It’s better to be with the original wife and her children.
"My dear son, my dear son, my time is running out."
He held Pei Yuxiao's hand and muttered, "It must be your mother who missed me. She asked me to go downstairs to accompany her."
Pei Yuxiao pulled his hand out to feed Pei Lingsong the medicine. While comforting him, he said helplessly: "Father, you will get better. Your illness is caused by yourself. You can't blame my mother."
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At the same time, Concubine Xiao Rong had already made arrangements for the killer.
She blamed Mu Wanyan for Pei Yuzhu's experience and the fact that Pei Mochen did not become the crown prince.
Even the sudden disappearance of the Phoenix Girl, Ding Ruoqiu, was considered by Concubine Xiao to be deliberately arranged by Mu Wanyan.
She felt that Mu Wanyan was particularly terrifying, and she would not be able to sleep peacefully until she got rid of her fear.
"That bitch came here on purpose to marry Chen'er. I will make sure she dies without a burial place."
Xiao Rong instructed the killer to stab Mu Wanyan in the heart before pushing her off the cliff.
Moreover, the knife must be poisoned, and Mu Wanyan must be almost dead before she can be pushed down to ensure that everything goes well.
Concubine Xiao was drawing her eyebrows in front of the bronze mirror, and she said to herself: "Chen'er, Chen'er, your mother has arranged everything for you. The next step is to wait for the Mid-Autumn Festival."
"As long as Chen'er is willing to take that bitch to the top of Yuquan Mountain, Mu Wanyan will definitely die."
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Nine days left to Mid-Autumn Festival.
The maids and cooks in the palace began to dry osmanthus flowers and make moon cakes, and the whole house was filled with the smell of osmanthus tea.
Pei Mochen knew that the annual Mid-Autumn Festival was coming soon.
He vaguely remembered that something very important happened, but because he was in such a good mood recently, he really couldn't remember what it was.
"It seems like someone has mentioned to me what the Mid-Autumn Festival is. Why can't I remember it?"
At the same time, Mu Wanyan had been particularly attentive in greeting Pei Mochen these days and had become more gentle towards him.