Unbelievable Ninth Young Miss: Emperor, Don’t Run Away!

Chapter 1903, Wu's disposal method

When Momo spoke, Mrs. Liu and the old woman both lived in their hands, and the cloud couldn’t help but swear. It seems that the authority of Mo Yan is supreme in the Mohist family. This thigh is right!

At the beginning of the cloud, I was stunned by the eyes of the scorpion. I smacked the ink on the ink, and I sneaked on the ink, and I didn’t feel it.

The rest of the people's attention was on the door of the courtyard, and there was the body block of Mo Junchen, so everyone did not find the small movements of the cloud.

Soon, the courtyard door opened and the ink scorpion came out from the inside.

The ink surface is like water: "What happened? You don't know if this is my study?"

Mrs. Liu’s wife said with anger: "Master, this little monk is too much! Even the legs of Junchen have been discounted, so that the vicious and sinister monks are not worthy to stay in Mofu, they should be driven out of the government."

After listening to Mrs. Liu’s wife, Mo Yan looked at Mo Junchen, who was crying and crying on the ground. Although the old woman had already fed him the medicine to stop the pain and stop bleeding, it still hurts.

The ink brows wrinkled, the look on his face was more gloomy, and the people present were afraid to show up. They knew that the ink was angry.

"Boss, how do you say things are going on? If you dare to lie, hey!" Mo Yan looked at Wu.

Wu’s heart was really unlucky. She asked her on the head, but she didn’t dare not say it. She had to slap the bullet and talk about it again. She didn’t dare to lie and said the truth.

Ink looks still very gloomy: "Since you have seen the whole process, then you are talking about who is wrong with this matter, what should be done?"

Wu’s heart is a tight one. She doesn’t think that Moh is asking for no reason. This must be examining her. Although Mo Peng is the eldest son, it is hard to say who this Mofu will hand over to the future. Wan can't go wrong.

Wu’s thoughts on the minds of Mo Yan and Mrs. Liu’s wife, then said: “Father, according to my parents, this thing is entirely caused by the grass, so she is the culprit.

Although Junchen is a bit stubborn, but it is harmless, Fangcao as a sister should not be so heavy hand to discount the legs of Junchen.

Moreover, the grass repeatedly hit the grandmother, it is really rebellious and unfilial. As a younger sister, Fangqin did not dissuade him in time, but also clashed with him, so he should also be punished together, but the punishment can be slightly lighter. ”

After the ink was heard by Wu, the look seemed to ease a little, and then he asked: "If you hand it over to you, how do you plan to dispose of the grass and the harpsichord?"

Wu’s face was tempered by the ink, and his heart was somewhat emboldened: “Father, the daughter-in-law felt that the grass was hitting the grandmother, and the younger brother was beaten, and he had to be severely punished.

However, if she is taken out of Mofu, she will be allowed to see jokes. Therefore, she should be detained. If there is a suitable person in the future, she can marry her, and she can also contribute to our Mofu. Fangqin is an accomplice. It can be dealt with by the second brother and sister. ”

Mo Fangqin couldn't help but sneer, and the aunt could really be a good abacus. It seemed to drop her from the light, but she fell in the hands of Mrs. Luo, at least she had to lose half of her life. The disposal of the soil buns is even more embarrassing, the right people? I am afraid that I will marry a soil bun to a diverticulum or marry a fool, so that I can exchange some benefits.

(End of this chapter)