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

Of course not, idiot.

Xia Baian cursed from the bottom of his heart.

Although she doesn't know what structure this Baichuan Academy is for the time being, judging from the current situation.

It seemed that no one could investigate what was going on in Baichuan Academy. It was clear that Mo Che had already become a teacher in the academy, and many people flocked to him, but Cen Yishan couldn't find it after searching all over the place.

It should be Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon in Baichuan Academy, the mysterious dean, and Mr. Shi'an Hou He, all of whom are not mentioned in the book.

Only the original character setting in the book has not gone against the grain.

Xia Bai'an only thought deeply for a while, but realized that her arrival would change the choice of the world line, so she did not continue to think deeply, but went back to the hall to continue eating.

Mo Che was still hiding in her small study.

Xia Bai'an was dissatisfied: "Does he like my little study more than eating?"

The maid outside looked at each other: "Actually, the master sent the two blankets you like to his study, and now he is exploring your buckwheat pillow."

"..."

Is he promoted to be a robber now?

Xia Bai'an beat the case and left.

The children seemed to be used to it, but Li Fugui shrank his neck: "Good guy, I saw them very affectionate before, I didn't expect to get angry so quickly in private."

"Don't talk nonsense." Wang Mang pointed out.

But after a while, through the wall, two people could vaguely hear the quarrel.

"I only have two of the softest velvet blankets. It's the best to cover your legs for a nap in autumn and winter. Why don't you leave one of them to me?"

"You have a bedroom."

"You have to take off your coat and change your clothes when you go to bed, and you don't need a soft couch. It's obviously more casual and easy to fiddle with here."

"A study is a study."

"You put down my buckwheat pillow, it's the only one!"

"May, take it back to the main house."

"..."

The quarrel between the two made the people in the hall dumb for a moment.

Turns out it wasn't a big deal, really just a little blanket and pillow?

Mo Xue rolled her eyes to the sky, and Mo Qian sighed: "Everyone eat well, things that are not strange, just get used to it."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Xia Bai'an flashing past the door with the buckwheat pillow in his arms, leaving only an afterimage.

"..." Mo Qian stuffed his throat with a mouthful of buns.

After a while, Mo Che passed by the door with a cold face, and called Mo Qian, "Put your mother's pillow back where it should be, sleeping in the study, what the heck."

"Yes."

Mo Qian had no choice but to get up, and taking advantage of the child, he easily grabbed the buckwheat pillow and stuffed it back into the main house.

Xia Bai'an was so angry that he wanted to kick Mo Che, but Mo Che avoided them one by one. Finally, he grabbed her collar and carried her back to the living room for dinner. He sighed, "You are the only child in the family."

"Can't you count?" Xia Bai'an counted the three children one by one.

Mo Che just sighed.

Xia Bai'an didn't get a response, and felt angry again, and ordered Wu Yue to make buckwheat pillows for everyone: "Make two for Mo Che, so that he can raise his stiff neck."

"You are three-year-olds, and you can even quarrel with pillows for so long... Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

"You start copying from the Tao Te Ching today!"

Mo Xue had no choice but to start comforting Xia Bai'an, while the two sons stared at each other with Mo Che's big and small eyes, and were randomly checked by Mo Che from time to time, the two sons were frightened for a moment.

Wang Mang, Li Fugui and other craftsmen were having a good breakfast, and they couldn't help laughing when they saw the noisy room.

This family is really far from other wealthy families.

……

Cen Yishan returned to his mansion, and sat down in the chair with a frowning expression.

It seems that Mo Che has hope of waking up.

If Mo Che woke up and told the Fifth Prince that he killed the Fifth Prince's Concubine, wouldn't it be...

Cen Yi broke out in cold sweat on the hilltop.

But the confidant next to him came forward slowly, and smiled after hearing his worries.

"What are you laughing at! Do you have a way to solve the problem!" Cen Yishan immediately dropped his glass when he heard it, "She specifically mentioned the word Mo Che in the village, maybe she deliberately misled me, maybe Mo Che has already arrived in the capital, You can't find anyone even if you kill them, so what do you say!"

The confidant was taken aback, but still hurried forward and spoke seriously.

"It's true that we couldn't find Mo Che, but aren't all Mo Che's children here? And as you said, my lord, the children seem to have a good relationship with Xia Bai'an, a stepmother. Xia Bai'an?"

Cen Yishan suddenly realized and sat down slowly.

"go on."

Your confidant quickly nodded and bowed: "Actually, to tell you the truth, when you investigated Xia Bai'an earlier, you mentioned that she took her son to find a private school, but there is no private school that is willing to accept him halfway this season. ?”

Cen Yishan's eyes lit up.

This is a good idea.

The big ones won't work, just handle the small ones, it's the same.

……

Two days passed smoothly.

Wang Mang and Li Fugui's people helped the prime minister's mansion out of the city again, saying that they would continue to build sheds for the refugees.

Xia Bai'an went to ask about the epidemic from time to time, and spent most of the time arranging family affairs.

The children and Mo Che are used to the day-to-day life, but Mo Che always comes back late recently, and only said: "I met some old people in the capital."

Given the reason, Xia Bai'an naturally didn't intend to ask more questions.

In the early morning of this day, Xia Bai'an was looking at Mo Qian's taller height and felt a little headache. The clothes she made last month were not enough this month, so she had to take Mo Qian to the Jinshang Pavilion to have her tailor-made clothes.

The two of them just pushed open the door, but saw two carriages stopping at the door.

Several people got off the carriage, the leader was a middle-aged man who was slightly fat, Xia Bai'an recognized him at a glance: "Isn't this Mr. Yu from the Hanlin Private School?"

Hanlin private school is the private school she set up for Mo Qian before.

And this Mr. Yu, of course, was the gentleman who asked her to wait for the child to be delivered in the early winter when she met last time.

Mr. Yu stepped forward with a smile on his face.

"Miss Xia, I have offended you so much before, please don't take offense, Miss Xia."

"What is Mr. Yu talking about? Although I don't know why he came today, but they are all at our door. Why don't you go in and have a cup of hot tea."

Xia Bai'an pulled Mo Qian out of the way and warmly invited him.

But Mr. Yu waved his hand: "No need, I have other people to visit. I came here today just to think of Miss Xia's contribution to the epidemic, and I want to make an exception for your young master."

Xia Bai'an's eyes lit up: "Is this the treatment for meritorious children!"

"What, what children?" Mr. Yu was taken aback.

"Anyway, our son can make an exception and go to school, so we don't have to wait until early winter?" Xia Bai'an hurriedly retrieved the lingua franca of the world, and walked forward with surprises.

"Yes, as long as you want, you can send Mr. Ling to study anytime."

Mr. Yu smiled, but grabbed the bank note from the Cen Mansion in his cuff even tighter, "It's just that you have to go to a private school and record your name and surname in the book."