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

No wonder Xia Bai'an always likes to argue with others.

Whether you win or lose, you can always say what you have in your heart, which is the word comfort.

Thinking this way, Mo Che slowly put down the soup bowl in his hand, and looked back at Mo Yongming's face, which seemed to have no change, and said again: "Master Mo doesn't need to blackmail me, if you really think it's useful to blackmail me, back then, I I will never break my pride and fall into the dust."

Mo Yongming slightly raised his eyebrows, feeling that he could not withstand Mo Che's aura.

This young man's future is limitless.

But at this moment, he couldn't let him gain the upper hand.

Mo Yongming smiled lowly: "If you let the fifth prince's people know your secret, do you think you can still live?"

"Lin Qingya is still alive, why can't I survive?" Mo Che asked back.

Mo Yongming was dumbfounded for a moment.

Lin Qingya even committed the crime of collaborating with the enemy and treason. Both the fifth prince and Cen Hanshan failed to kill him on the road, and dragged him to Dali Temple. Now the prime minister seems to want to find out the truth for Lin Qingya. It may be possible in the future Overturn the case.

And Mo Che and Lin Qingya were considered to be on the same side back then. Mo Che was just caught with a few pigtails and then sent back to the countryside.

Now that Lin Qingya is still intact, what is Mo Che afraid of?

Mo Che had a slight advantage, but he didn't say much, he just stood up: "However, I will never forget the kindness of the Mo family. Dinner, thank you, master."

After he finished speaking, he left the hall without looking back.

Mo Lanxin in the corner didn't eat a bite of food, but just stared at Mo Che's back in a daze, unable to recover for a while.

It was the first time for her to see someone who could reprimand the eldest lady in front of her father.

Moreover, Dad didn't even teach Mo Che a lesson.

too frightening.

She couldn't help but sigh with emotion, when she was slightly lost in thought, she heard Mo Yongming speak to her.

"Lan Xin, it sounds like Mo Che has a good impression of you, and he took advantage of the victory to take him down. A person like him doesn't need something to hold him firmly, I'm afraid..."

Mo Yongming didn't finish his sentence.

Mo Lan's heart was trembling all over, she thought that her sister was only living in the turret of the mansion, she didn't want to be useless to her father, and then be sent to live in a place where the sun was out, so she stood up, Nodding cautiously: "I see, I will try!"

"Ah."

Only then did Mo Yongming withdraw his threatening gaze.

After two days.

Almost all of Mo Lan's heart was stuck in Mo Che's courtyard, serving pens and inks, sitting on calligraphy and painting, reciting poems and prose, even dancing in the courtyard from time to time, plucking the strings, and so on, too numerous to mention.

But Mo Che would never be moved. He would always sit at the table, holding scroll after scroll, and could stay there for a whole day.

Mo Lan was at her wit's end. At noon in the scorching sun, she finally couldn't bear it any longer. During the time between the two of them having lunch together, she asked Mo Che, "Even if you don't like me anymore, you still have to like the Mo family." The family is big and the business is big, or do you like your wife's virtuous and virtuous one? Or is it approachable?"

Mo Che looked sideways, seeing that Mo Lan's heart was filled with the innocent appearance of a little girl, and he became less and less interested.

This kind of simple, straight-forward temperament is cute in Xueer's five-year-old body.

But in the tone of a teenage girl, Mo Che would only feel disgusted.

But he reluctantly put down the bowls and chopsticks, and looked at her like a daughter: "I have no power or influence, I am just a gentleman in the academy, why are you obsessed with me?"

"Daddy ordered, you and I should be together..."

"If your father is dead and can't tell you what to do next, are you planning to die too?" Mo Che looked coldly, and searched his guts to find out what Xia Bai'an had said about women.

"..."

Moran was speechless for a moment.

Isn't Mo Che's mouth a bit too vicious!

But she really didn't know how to answer.

Mo Che saw her mindless appearance, and his heart was full of impatience, with bruised veins on his forehead, as if someone was clamoring in his heart, telling him not to waste time with this kind of woman, to pretend to be sympathetic, to make her disappear in front of...

But every time Mo Che wanted to be hypocritical, pretending to look affectionately at Mo Lan's heart, Xia Bai'an's image always appeared in his heart.

Either playing around with the children, or being quiet and focused when treating him.

Especially in the middle of the night when no one was around, she dragged her tired body into her arms, and used herself like a tree hole to talk about what happened every day.

His deep affection should have been used on Xia Bai'an's body.

How can it be easily handed over to outsiders.

Even if it was acting, it made Mo Che feel sick for no reason.

So his expression turned cold: "If you want to make a fortune in the future, I'm not the only one you want to marry. Lin Qingya's adoptive son Ao Pingchuan, or Lin Qingya's son, both are fine."

"Lin Qingya?"

"Ask your father." Mo Che didn't even want to give her an extra look, and ordered, "Second Miss has something important to see the master."

As soon as the words came out, the servants outside had already stepped forward to wait.

Seeing that all the servants had arrived, Moran wanted to follow him to find the master, so he had no choice but to put down the bowls and chopsticks, and went to find his father hungry.

……

Xiafu.

There were no twins in the mansion, and it became much quieter in an instant.

Xia Bai'an checked Mo Qian's homework for two days, and found several private schools.

It's just because they came to the capital a little late, and the private schools in the capital also have a cycle like modern times, but they are divided into four seasons, and the autumn ones don't catch up, so they can only enter the private schools in winter.

After staying at home for a few days, Mo Qian always felt uncomfortable. Before going to bed this time, he still knocked on Xia Bai'an's door, feeling a little uneasy in his eyes.

Xia Bai'an hastily put on a coat, knowing that the child was only in his teens, so he pulled him in and poured him a cup of hot tea.

"Brother and sister are not here, can't sleep?"

"Yeah." Mo Qian finally admitted obediently, and asked: "Why must the Mo family be so obsessed with Daddy? Daddy clearly doesn't have any power. Even if they can use their intelligence, they shouldn't be so obsessed."

Xia Bai'an laughed: "You're actually right. Originally, the Mo family shouldn't place their hopes on Mo Che. But you haven't understood the current situation."

"The situation?" Mo Qian was puzzled.

Xia Bai'an also sat beside him: "In today's imperial court, the new ministers are all the henchmen of the princes. There are old ministers who are treacherous and loyal, but in the battle for princes, the new ministers have lost a lot, and the division of power is obvious. Among them, do you think the Mo family has a place to stand?"

Mo Qian thought about it carefully, and shook his head: "There is no place to stand. Although the Mo family is powerful and seems to have a title, in fact, there are no civil servants who can go to court, let alone military officials who fight..."

Having said that, Mo Qian suddenly raised his head, and finally understood, "So, it's because they didn't have a choice. Anyway, Dad was an official in the capital before, and he was killed and returned home. The third prince on top of him has long since lost power. Completely neutral."

Xia Bai'an nodded: "That's it, but... If the Mo family can find better support, they will naturally not be so persistent."