Dressed as a villain's stepmother, I use spiritual springs to raise cubs

Er Gou asked someone to bring out a table from the house, put it under the eaves, and searched for a carved chair with armrests, padded four or five books, and added cushions, and then put the small table The smaller one, Mo Xue, was placed there.

Mo Xue shook her dangling legs, holding a vermilion pen that was bigger than herself, and slowly flipped through the mountain of account books that were taller than hers.

Looking up, she could see the two brothers who were practicing martial arts in the yard.

It was only later that Xia Bai'an found out that Mo Qian was ten years old, and the twins were also six years old. It was only because there was no good food and drink at home, and the abuse of the original owner, that the three children were thin and weak, which made her feel weak for a while. I have always regarded them as radish heads.

Now Mo Qian's stature was a little taller, but it only reached the waist of the young coach, and there were still some marks on his shoulders, but he held a long stick in his hand, and he danced vigorously.

The instructor was still a little contemptuous, his eyes lit up when he caught a glimpse of his stick technique, as if he had learned it from someone.

"Boy, where did you learn this stick technique?"

"When I was in the capital, my father invited someone to teach in the mansion."

Mo Qian said so, but his eyes drifted slightly not far away.

Xia Bai'an was sitting under the eaves on the other side, teaching Qian Laosan how to run a martial arts gym. Seeing his little tricks, he couldn't help but think that when he came to Qingshan Town at night, both father and son are good at martial arts.

Whether this set of stick techniques was learned from Mr. Mo Che or Mo Che is still unknown.

But she didn't expose it, and only echoed from a distance: "Qian'er is older, please take care of the teacher, next time I will set up a banquet for guests."

Hearing the word treat, the instructor's eyes lit up, and he worked very hard to teach Mo Qian.

On the other hand, Mo Yu, who is still young, the instructor spends most of his time teaching him some basic skills. Although Mo Yu's character is usually a little irritable, when he is practicing martial arts, he calms down, neither arrogant nor impatient. Indeed, he is a good seed for becoming a general in the future.

Xia Bai'an narrowed his eyes slightly, and couldn't help picking up the teacup to take a sip of the bitter green tea.

Qian Laosan looked at the two brothers under the scorching sun, sweating profusely, and the little Moxue's forehead was also dripping with sweat, holding a slightly larger vermilion pen, his wrist was shaking, he was a little worried Can't bear it.

"Aren't you too cruel to be a stepmother? Even an outsider like me feels distressed when I look at the three children."

"What's your heartache?" Xia Bai'an raised his eyes and raised his hand to feel Qian Laosan's pulse. Seeing that he had indeed lost a lot of flesh, he said, "If you don't have a heart, I will play with you like your father. By now you are more than 20 A year-old man, he didn't know that he was tricked by his two older brothers."

Third Qian's face turned pale, and he frowned: "Didn't I feel sorry for your baby! Why do you keep poking into my heart when you talk recently?"

"Seeing that you are living a good life and don't know the sufferings of the world, I can only let you suffer a little bit verbally."

Xia Bai'an laughed, first wrote a new prescription for him, and then began to teach him how to manage it in detail.

However, from the corner of her eyes, she kept glancing over several children.

After two sticks of incense, Xia Bai'an saw that the instructor next to Mo Yu had retreated, and replaced him with a tall and thin instructor: "The basic skills are almost done, come over and try your tricks."

"it is good!"

Mo Yu's eyes lit up, he patted his chest, and took a defensive posture just like what the instructor said just now.

Ruthlessly, Xia Bai'an looked back, and saw a glint of gloom flashing in the teacher's eyes.

"Yu'er!"

She yelled, and the fist in the instructor's hand had already fallen.

Oops!

Xia Bai'an was about to step forward, but Mo Yu's eyes flashed, and he fell to the ground with his head covered, rolled around, and after a certain distance, he suddenly put his palm on the ground, squatting halfway, with a pair of shiny black eyes He stared at the instructor in front of him.

Xia Bai'an's footsteps paused, and Mo Qian had already rushed over, helping Mo Yu up from the ground.

"What's wrong?" Mo Qian asked.

"I don't know... Mother called me just now, and when I looked up, I always felt that the teacher's eyes were weird."

Mo Yu shook his head, and by the time he realized it, his body had moved on his own.

Mo Qian glanced at the instructor from the corner of his eye, saw Xia Bai'an was still standing in the porch, and said, "Mother, Yu'er is a little tired."

"Brother, I..."

"Don't worry, something is wrong."

Mo Qian comforted in a low voice.

Hearing the sound, Xia Bai'an came over, pretending to be innocent, and wiped the sweat off Mo Yu's forehead, glanced at the young coach from the corner of his eye, and immediately handed Mo Yu to Mo Qian, saying: "Yu'er will rest next to you for a while, Let's watch Brother Mo Qian practice martial arts first, okay?"

Mo Yu couldn't see what kind of charades his mother and brother were playing, so he obediently sat down on the small step in front of Mo Xue's desk.

Mo Xue had stopped writing at this time, seeing that Mo Yu was a little depressed, she smiled: "Yu'er is much more dexterous than before, I thought you couldn't dodge that fist."

"I thought too..." After Mo Yu finished speaking, she suddenly got up, pulled her to the table, met Mo Xue's bright eyes, and lowered her voice, "He came to teach me, it wasn't me who came to beat me Yes, so just now..."

"Well, sit here with me and have a look."

Mo Xue beckoned to him, the twins looked at the items in the account book together, frowned, and threw a strange look at Xia Bai'an.

Xia Bai'an only waved his hands, and sat back facing Qian Laosan again.

An adult and three children exchanged a few glances and said a few innocuous words in a short period of time, and it seemed that there was nothing wrong with them.

But Qian Laosan felt an inexplicable sense of oppression.

When Xia Bai'an sat down, he immediately asked: "What happened? Look at your three dolls who are not very happy."

"Your martial arts gym is like a sieve." Xia Bai'an narrowed his eyes slightly, and while pouring tea for Qian Laosan, "Xue'er found some problems in the account books, and the instructor who taught Yu'er just now has problems."

"What's wrong with the coach?" Qian Laosan frowned.

"Which coach do you see when practicing martial arts with children, the fist is first?" Xia Bai'an was afraid that Qian Laosan still didn't understand, so he suddenly punched him in the chest.

"Well!"

Qian Laosan clutched his chest and let out a muffled snort. He glanced at her and was about to curse, but he quickly realized it.

A woman's fist hurts so much!

Not to mention the fist of a grown man!

How dare he hit the child directly!

Qian Laosan suddenly came back to his senses, and was about to strike when he got up, Xia Baian held him by the shoulders: "Don't worry, we will watch him carefully, now only Mo Qian is on the stage, if that person still wants to strike..."

"Tie Zhu, you will accompany Mo Xue instead of Ergou, and ask Ergou to follow Mo Qian!"

Qian Laosan shrank his pupils, and suddenly slapped the table, "Damn it, under my nose, I dare to do something to the little baby! Let's see if they can!"