"Xu Qingmo, stop!" He Wenqian stopped Xu Qingmo who was walking in the corridor of the inner courtyard.
Xu Qingmo slowly turned around and looked at the dusty He Wenqian behind him, with a faint look in his eyes: "What's the matter?"
He Wenqian walked a little hastily and was still out of breath, but she still came forward: "I originally thought you were a very frank person. When we were in Hangzhou, you repeatedly stopped me from getting along with Meng Hetong. I thought you were really honest. It was for me, but I didn’t expect that you are such a selfish person!”
Xu Qingmo looked at He Wenqian who was pointing at him and cursing, and slowly stretched out his hand to slap her hand away: "Didn't my aunt tell you that it is rude to point at others?"
Xu Qingmo used a lot of force. He Wenqian felt pain. She covered her wrist and cried out in pain: "Xu Qingmo!"
"I'm right here, you don't have to talk to me so loudly!" Xu Qingmo looked at He Wenqian coldly, "You mean to think that I deliberately blocked you from getting along with Meng Hetong, and then I got there first. Is that what you mean?"
"Isn't it?" He Wenqian's eyes turned red with anger when she thought of Xu Qingmo standing there just now with a spring breeze on his face.
Xu Qingmo looked at He Wenqian in front of him who was about to cry with anger, and raised the corners of his lips: "Let me ask you a question. Do you think you would have a chance to meet Meng Hetong without me?"
"I..." He Wenqian was speechless.
"Let's not talk about mutual love. Let's talk about the issue of first come, first served. Meng Hetong and I are childhood sweethearts. What about you? Who do you think you are?" Xu Qingmo looked at He Wenqian coldly, "If you step in, you can't. Failed?"
He Wenqian was forced to take a step back by Xu Qingmo: "You, you are using strong words to make sense. You clearly said it yourself. You have no idea about him. You, you are insidious!"
"When I was in Hangzhou City, I had no idea about him!" Xu Qingmo raised his eyebrows slightly, with a specious smile on his lips, "After returning to Beijing, he also asked the Queen for marriage in front of everyone. I was Is it possible that we must resist the decree when we are forced to die?"
He Wenqian couldn't answer. She looked at Xu Qingmo for a long time. Her hands were shaking with anger. She could only stare at Xu Qingmo: "You, you, you..."
"What am I!" Xu Qingmo was somewhat bored, "When we were in Hangzhou City, Meng Hetong was already the Marquis of Yongchang, a hereditary title of the first rank. I would like to ask you, are you beautiful and beautiful, or rich in wealth? He has an extremely noble background, why would he, Meng Hetong, marry you?"
He Wenqian never thought that Xu Qingmo would say such hurtful words. She looked at Xu Qingmo with tears in her eyes: "Xu Qingmo, you, you are going too far!"
Xu Qingmo didn't have the slightest pity. She looked at He Wenqian coldly, with even a bit of disgust in her eyes: "The eldest lady of the He family in Qingyuan does not have the dignity to be the master of the family. Instead, she imitates the pretentious behavior of those small families. , I would like to ask my aunt, is this how she raised you?"
It was probably because Xu Qingmo was so aura when he spoke that He Wenqian was forced to cry back. She looked at Xu Qingmo with tearful eyes, but did not dare to say anything more.
Seeing He Wenqian's useless look, Xu Qingmo felt even more disgusted and uncomfortable. He turned around and left without saying anything else.
If He Wenqian just left obediently, the matter would be over here, but she didn't know if she was spoiled in Hangzhou city. She couldn't bear this grievance, so she grabbed a handful of mud outside the corridor, He threw it at Xu Qingmo.
Xu Qingmo turned sideways and hid, but Princess Zhengyang, who happened to come to look for Xu Qingmo, was not that good at it. The mud hit her right in the face without any bias.
After a moment of silence, the maidservant scolded angrily: "You are so brave, you dare to attack our princess!"
He Wenqian's face turned pale instantly: "I, I didn't mean it!"
Zhengyang had never experienced someone throwing mud directly in his face when he was so old. He immediately started to cry anxiously. He was so anxious and angry that he covered his face and shed tears.
Not long after, this incident alerted the elders in the house. Xu Yanquan was the first to come over. He quickly helped Princess Zhengyang cover up and went back to the yard to clean up.
When Mrs. Xu and Mrs. He rushed over, Xu Qingmo stood there with an indifferent expression, while He Wenqian sat on her knees and cried earnestly.
"What's going on?" Mrs. He knew from He Wenqian's appearance that it was her daughter who was in trouble, and it involved the princess, and her voice was trembling.
"I didn't!" Almost subconsciously, He Wenqian began to deny it. She pointed at Xu Qingmo with tears in her eyes, "It's all her fault. It was obviously her who pushed the princess over. I really didn't throw the princess into the dirt..."
Xu Qingmo sneered: "It wasn't you who lost it, could it be that I lost it? You have to have some brains when you lie. The princess is in the yard. If you just ask me, you will be betrayed! Could it be that you will ask for it later?" It’s okay to say that the princess is lying!”
He Wenqian choked with sobs and looked at Mrs. He with pleading eyes. Everyone present was a smart person. Naturally, they knew that He Wenqian probably had opinions on the engagement between Xu Qingmo and Meng Hetong, but she didn't want to accidentally involve the princess.
Mrs. He looked at He Wenqian, and then at Xu Qingmo. She could only lower her posture, walked to Xu Qingmo, and took Xu Qingmo's hand: "Mo Mo, Qian'er is young, don't argue with her..."
Xu Qingmo shook off Mrs. He's hand and took Mrs. Xu's hand. When he raised his eyes again, his face was full of grievances.
Madam Xu, who was watching from the sidelines, was overflowing with motherly love when she saw Xu Qingmo looking like she was about to cry. She immediately pulled Xu Qingmo behind her: "Madam, what you said is true. How old is our Mo Mo?" What a child!”
Mrs. He looked at her empty palms and was so embarrassed that she didn't know what to say.
Mrs. Meng arrived late and looked at He Wenqian, who was kneeling on the ground and crying, and couldn't help but frown: "Is there something that can't be talked about properly, and you have to cry like this?"
He Wenqian's crying stopped suddenly.
Xu Qingmo, who was standing aside, saw this scene and couldn't help but sneered: "Miss He is so talented, she can move and release freely. The top performers in the Nanqu team are not as good as you!"
"Xu Qingmo!" Mrs. He scolded angrily, "Why are you talking!"
"Madam He!" Madam Xu frowned, "If you have any dissatisfaction with Mo Mo, just say it directly, there is no need for you to scold me!"
