Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

Song Fei quickly got up from behind the computer desk. She walked over to Song Ci, looked down at the small note in Song Ci's palm, and said, "This macaron is baked uniformly in the cafeteria."

Song Ci asked: "Who is in charge of distributing macarons in the cafeteria today?"

"Mrs. Mo." Song Fei's tone is intriguing.

Song Ci didn't say anything, she opened the note and saw a row of beautiful handwriting--

【Family meeting, Xishan has few people. 】

Song Ci and Song Fei looked at each other, and there were waves in their eyes.

"Family meeting, there are few people in Xishan..." Song Fei told Song Ci: "The next night is the time for the family meeting of the Mo family. At that time, all members of the Mo family who are fifteen years old will attend the meeting."

"So the night after tomorrow, Xishan has the least number of people on duty." Song Ci had a thought. She raised her head to look at Song Fei, but she saw Song Fei also staring.

The eyes of the sisters were gleaming weird.

Obviously, they wanted to go together again.

Song Fei said: "The night after tomorrow, we will go to Houshan."

"it is good."

In class the next day, Song Ci heard the Mo family students discussing the family meeting tomorrow night. When Song Ci heard it, he poked the boy in the front row in the back.

When the boy looked back, Song Ci asked, "Little brother, the family meeting, do you all have to attend?" The children of the Mo family are all of the Feng character generation. Almost, Song Ci can't remember.

The boy was only seventeen years old, and Song Ci uttered his little brother and directly made the guy blush.

He was embarrassed to stare at Song Ci, his eyes kept turning, and he said nervously, "Everyone who is fifteen years old must participate, only once every three months."

Song Ci asked again: "Family meetings can only be attended by members of their own tribe, and we foreigners can't."

The boy scratched his head awkwardly and said, "That's natural."

"Okay, I see."

Seeing that Song Fei had nothing else to ask himself, the boy turned his head and continued to chat with his friends.

Song Ci poked Friday's arm with the tip of his pen, and was dozing off Friday. Waking up after being poked, he looked sideways at her, his eyes filled with questions. "Are you looking for me?"

Song Ci said, "Uncle Zhou, have dinner together tonight?"

Friday was like seeing a ghost, "Did you take the wrong medicine?" Or did he not wake up? This cold noodle queen would take the initiative to invite him to dinner?

Song Ci had a cold face, and she said, "I don't want to eat together."

As a result, when he went to eat after class, he carried his bag on Friday and consciously followed Song Ci to the cafeteria.

When eating, they sit in the corner with the least people. Song Ci confirmed that their conversation would not be heard, and then said to Friday: "We plan to go to Xishan tomorrow to pick some enlightening fruit, Uncle Zhou, do you want to go together?"

Friday: "Huh?"

On Friday, I saw Song Ci's eyes very serious, and I gradually understood Song Ci's true intentions.

I'm afraid that picking the spirit fruit is false, it's true to investigate other situations.

The eyes of the two exchanged silently for a moment, and on Friday they suddenly said: "Okay, this Mo family is also stingy, and they are reluctant to give us more fruit. I ate a few that night, and I have been aftertastes these days. What about that smell."

"Then we will go tomorrow."

"it is good."

Because of what to do tomorrow, Song Ci has been dreaming this night after falling asleep. She dreamed that she had gone to Xishan and did not find the medicine mother-in-law, but was discovered by Mo Qingkuan instead.

Later, Song Ci became a medicine man imprisoned in Houshan.

Song Ci was frightened awake, sat up from the bed, and found that it was only three thirty in the middle of the night. She wiped the sweat from her forehead and heard Song Fei say: "Dreaming?"

"Ok."

"What dream?"

Song Ci said: "Dreaming that we were discovered by Mo Zhangkuang, and that I was locked in the back mountain." She also dreamed that she was bled, in short, it was a horror drama.

Song Fei held Song Ci's waist, and she said, "Song Ci, I will protect you."

Pat Song Ci's lower abdomen, Song Fei told Song Ci: "I tell you, just these days, I secretly put a chronic virus in Mo's drinking water. If we can leave safely, I will get rid of it. Then put the medicine secretly into the water."

Knowing that the actions of the Mo family were extremely dangerous, Song Fei couldn't be unprepared.

"If they find out who you are..." Song Fei didn't complete the words, but Song Ci understood what Song Fei meant. If Song Ci has three long and two short, Song Fei will let the Mo clan bury her with her!

Song Ci finally felt relieved, she shrank into Song Fei's arms, "Song Fei, you must protect me."

"Ok."

In the latter half of the night, Song Ci was not very familiar, but when dawn came, she slept soundly. Song Fei saw that Song Ci was sleeping soundly, so she didn't wake her up. It was nine o'clock when Song Ci woke up. She rushed to wash up, and then went to the medicinal material library to continue her boring study.

Seeing Song Ci came, Mo Fengying stopped her, "Hello."

Song Ci cast a proud look at Mo Fengying, "Huh?"

Mo Fengying stared at Song Ci's weak face. She said, "Are you uncomfortable?"

Song Ci shook his head.

"Then you look weak. Didn't you rest last night? Are you sick?"

Finding that Mo Fengying was really caring about herself, Song Ci put away the impatience in her heart, and replied perfunctorily: "There are so many days every month, it's okay."

Hearing this, Mo Fengying thought of the girls' days each month.

Song Ci walked to her seat and sat down, and exchanged glances with Friday. She received her medicine and was studying the ingredients of that medicine. Suddenly, she stretched out a hand from the front.

Song Ci looked up and saw the teenager in front hand her a purse bag.

Song Ci is a little puzzled, why is this?

"What's this?" Song Ci thought the boy was chasing herself, so she gave herself a gift. She was still wondering how to turn down the boy so that he wouldn't hurt the boy's heart. She heard the boy say: "Sister Fengying passed it on to you."

Song Ci: "..."

Fortunately, she hasn't said the self-sufficient words.

"What is it?"

"I do not know either."

Song Ci took the purse, and when the teenager turned around, she opened the red envelope. But what Song Ci didn't expect was a pocket of sugar in the purse, which looked like a small piece of brown sugar made by Mo Fengying herself.

she was:?

After class, Mo Fengying came over, stayed at Song Ci's table for a while, and told her: "That is the brown sugar pill I developed by myself, which can relieve menstrual pain very well."

She didn't come to her aunt, but had a nightmare and didn't sleep well. That's why Song Ci, whose face was weak, thanked Mo Fengying, and then picked up a brown sugar cube and threw it into her mouth.

It tastes delicious. Song Ci is not a person who loves brown sugar, and thinks this sugar tastes good.

After school in the afternoon and eating, Song Ci heard the radio in the valley continuously broadcasting tonight's family meeting, calling on every member of the tribe to attend the family meeting.

After eating, Song Ci noticed that many people were rushing towards Shensi Tower. Even the grandma in the cafeteria cleaned up the dishes early, locked the restaurant, walked to the cable car transfer point, and went to the Shensi Building.

The distance between Beishan and Xishan is seven or eight hundred meters, but with this distance of several hundred meters, it takes more than two hours to walk. The so-called crying after seeing the house is a true portrayal of these valleys.

By eight o'clock, almost all the Mo people went to the Shensi Tower, and Song Ci and the three of them took the cable car to Xishan.

Sitting on the cable car, I felt a little nervous on Friday, with my legs close together.

Song Ci asked him, "Uncle Zhou, are you afraid of this?"

On Friday, squinting his eyes, his voice was shaking, and he said, "I'm afraid of heights."

Song Ci: "That's really hard for you."

I squinted all the way on Friday, not daring to look down the mountainside, fearing that my legs would feel weak. The cable car slid slowly for a few minutes before reaching the halfway point of the West Mountain. Xishan is the steepest and most valuable of several hills, because the most precious medicinal materials are planted on this hill.

The road on Xishan is still the most primitive mud road, there is no cement road.

On Friday, he said: "Where did the Qi Ling Guo grow?"

When Song Fei had nothing to do, she had already found a location with the best view, and took a telescope to look at Xishan. After hearing this, she said: "Climb up for forty meters, then turn left, there will be a small col over there, where the medicinal materials grow the most vigorous.

The most vigorous medicinal materials must grow on the most fertile ground.

So the three of them climbed the mountain in the dark and found the small col. As Song Fei said, this small col is indeed full of expensive heaven and earth treasures. Behind those medicinal materials, there are some green vines growing along the mountain wall. On these vines, there are strings of Qi. Spirit fruit.

On Friday he took out the backpack he had prepared and said, "Steal it."

Song Fei and Song Ci quickly picked dozens of Qi Ling Guo and threw them into Friday's backpacks. After picking the enlightening fruit, the three stood motionless in the night.

Friday was the first to break the silence, "You come to Xishan, not just to pick the spirit fruit."

Neither Song Ci nor Song Fei answered.

On Friday he said, "What are you looking for?"

Song Fei asked Friday: "Do you think it is really a strange beast that saved the emperor?"

My eyelids beat on Friday, and my heartbeat became rapid. He looked at the Song sisters and pondered for a long time before he confessed. "Where is there any strange beast, it is a human. The strange beast that is dressed in a magical manner is General Nangongxian."

Song Fei said, "Sure enough..."

Looking at the two sisters on Friday, they curiously asked, "Why do you care so much about this one? What are you trying to find out?"

Song Ci told Friday: "People like Nangongxian who are born with the fragrance of medicine are called medicine people. Their flesh and blood and heart are the same as the legendary strange beasts."

Under the moonlight, this Xishan is like a tombstone, with the corpses of countless medicine people buried underneath.

Song Ci seemed to have felt the resentment of Zhurijian again. She took a deep breath and said, "Among the descendants of Nangongxian, many of them are medicine people, just like Nangongxian. On the back mountain, there are prisoners. The last medicine man in this world."

"Our real purpose is to find out the nasty behind this family of Chinese medicine. We want to rescue the medicine man, give the Nangong family justice, and expose the ugliness of the Mo family to the public!"

Song Ci tilted his head and raised his jaw towards Friday, "Uncle Zhou, do you want to be with us and be an Ultraman and fight little monsters?"

Even though Friday is over 50 years old, there is an adventure dream hidden in people's hearts. He always remembered the contents of Zhou's doctor's book, and wanted to prove whether the so-called strange beast was a human or a real strange beast.

Rubbing his face on Friday, he sighed, "Unexpectedly, I would run into something that my ancestors have never been able to accomplish for generations. Let's go, let's fight the little monster!"

Song Ci was about to go to the top of the mountain to climb to the back mountain, but Song Fei said: "I have observed these days and there is no trace of anyone walking on the top of the West Mountain, but I found out yesterday that Family Master Mo had come to this small col."

As the Patriarch, Mo Suixin will never come to pick up spiritual fruit.

Song Ci stared at the mountain wall in front of her. She said, "The shortcut to the back mountain is right in front of us."

On Friday, he said: "I know this. There is an escape route at the back of our house. Such escape doors are usually the same as the mountain, but they are different. The back of the escape door is empty."

I knocked on the mountain wall in front of me on Friday, and soon I hit a rock wall with hollow drums. "This is the door." On Friday, he pushed the door hard, and the door was pushed open in an instant, and a path that could accommodate two people went straight to the side of the mountain.

On Friday, he walked in first, Song Ci walked in the middle, and Song Fei walked to the back with a flashlight.

The mountain body was pitch black, and I couldn't see my fingers even when I stretched out my hand. Song Ci turned on his flashlight and found that night lights were installed on the stone walls on both sides of the passage, but they didn't know where the museum was opened.

After walking through the mountain for more than three minutes, he said on Friday, "Here."

In front of Friday, there is a stone gate.

Biting the flashlight with his mouth on Friday, he pushed open Shimen hard. After a bang, Shimen was pushed aside, and the three of them walked out together.

Outside the door, there was still darkness.

On Friday, I raised the light in my hand. Before I could see things clearly, I heard an old voice ringing without ups and downs: "Who?"

Without hearing the answer, the old woman asked again: "Don't be mad?"

The voice of the old man is like a kind of bone sliding over a stone, and it sounds uncomfortable to the eardrum. This is because the owner of the voice rarely speaks.

Song Ci waved his hand and took pictures of the surroundings, only to find that they were in a secret room, and the speaker was probably hidden away from them.

Song Fei said, "There should be a light here." The light from the flashlight hit the stone wall, and Song Fei saw the switch. She stepped forward and turned on the switch.

Snapped!

The dark room suddenly became brighter. Song Ci and the others covered their eyes with their arms, and when they adjusted to the brightness of the light, they raised their heads.

Song Ci was shocked by the surrounding environment.

In front of her, was a cage building designed as a semi-arc. If someone looks inside from the outside, they may only see a house built against a mountain, but no one knows that inside that house is half a cage built against the mountain wall!

The building is 5 stories high, with six cages on each floor, and a long corridor outside the compartments. Outside each compartment, there is only one window, which is against the corridor.

Come to think of it, those compartments are used to imprison drug people. In a compartment, there is a medicine man in custody. At the time when the Mo family was most famous, the place might be overcrowded and the medicine man could never be used...

After Song Ci saw the appearance of this place clearly, the pores all over his body stood upside down, and his body temperature gradually became cold. Song Fei and Friday also didn't say a word, pursing their lips tightly, and frowned at the cage in front of them.

Taking a deep breath, he roared on Friday, "Bastard!"

Song Fei is a person with little mood swings, but at this moment, standing in this sinful place, Song Fei's bones are a little chilly.

She subconsciously looked at Song Ci behind her, and saw Song Ci's face pale and the suburbs trembling slightly, she hurriedly supported Song Ci. "Song Ci, don't be afraid, sister is here."

Song Ci leaned against Song Fei's arms and was about to cry, "How can they do this..."

how come!

Song Fei didn't answer, but squeezed Song Ci's arm hard, using pain to keep Song Ci calm. After a while, Song Ci gradually calmed down.

She pushed Song Fei away and walked to the middle of the hall. Song Ci looked up at the cubicles above. She pondered for a moment before saying: "Junior Song Ci, take her sister Song Fei, and her friends on Friday, ask the elderly about their well-being."

After Song Ci said that, the dragging sound of the iron chain sounded in the silent air. Song Ci raised their heads and looked towards a small compartment on the second floor in the direction of the sound.

Behind the window of the cubicle on the left side of the corridor on the second floor, stood an elderly man with shaggy hair.

The old man was very old, his face was covered with folds. She was passing the fence of the compartment, looking at Song Ci below.

Seeing the beautiful and moving appearance of Song Ci and Song Fei, the old man's eyes gradually flickered. "You, it's not the Mo family..." This time, the old man's voice sounded much more normal, without the uncomfortable feeling.