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

"clatter--"

The sound of vegetables being cut up followed Xia Bai'an's words in sequence.

Xia Bai'an lowered his head slowly, revealing only half of his frail and fair neck, his voice was light and light like the morning mist, penetrating into Mo Che's restless heart little by little.

King An, Cen Yishan and Cen Hanshan, Zizhu County, the Fifth Prince and even Lin Qingya all appeared in Mo Che's mind like a curse.

He's been trying to figure these things out.

But at this moment, he just lowered his head, watching the candlelight illuminating half of Xia Bai'an's face, sparking sparks in her cold eyes, his restless mood gradually calmed down, and he also slowed down the movement of cutting the meat.

"Let's start with the most recent thing first."

"Lin Qingya."

Xia Bai'an gave the answer, put the chopped green peppers on the porcelain plate, and continued, "No matter who Cen Yishan's goal is, the most important thing is to save Lin Qingya first, and then make an ally."

Mo Che nodded, and continued: "The various forces in the imperial court have stabilized. If you want to take revenge, instead of joining, it is better to form a force yourself. This is the case with the Lin Mansion, and the same is true for the Mo Mansion."

The two looked at each other and understood what the other meant.

Now is not the time to really confront Cen Yishan and the Fifth Prince, so it is time to recharge your batteries.

Especially at this time, the dispute between the princes is particularly obvious. Instead of leaning towards one of the princes, they might as well stand in the neutral camp with Lin Qingya directly and be used by the emperor.

After all, only the emperor can punish these princes.

Clear thinking.

The two talked briefly and concisely. Mo Che had already put the pork into the pot. With the sound of sizzling, Xia Bai'an quietly took a step back: "If the housekeeper Fang Houde really used the seal, we might as well dig some from his mouth. thing?"

"You have a solution." Mo Che said decisively, and the actions of cooking and cooking were as chic as flowing clouds and flowing water.

Xia Bai'an nodded: "The way to fish is to find the bait he cares most about, maybe he will be hooked."

Mo Che just turned his head and glanced at him, scooped up a large spoon, and the delicious fried pork slipped into the plate, causing people to move their index fingers. Xia Baian swallowed, and didn't care about his business anymore, he only cared about eating supper.

……

The next day, early in the morning.

Mo Che got up early to practice martial arts, and at the same time told Wu Yue: "Go and sort out some unnecessary things for Miao Miao, pack them up and send them back to the Lin Mansion later."

"Yes." May retreated.

Mo Qian came over after changing his clothes for practicing martial arts. Hearing this sentence, he looked at each other in dismay: "Father, we can let go of trivial things at home."

Mo Yu, who was about to come and watch, also nodded: "That's right, there's no need to go back."

After the two of them finished speaking, the door behind them was pushed open. Xia Bai'an, who had just changed his clothes and was still sleepy, leaned on the door frame and looked at them with a half-smile: "The wound hasn't healed yet, so there are some things that don't need to be inquired about."

The two brothers looked at each other and understood immediately.

It seems that it is also a serious matter to send the insignificant things back.

With yesterday's lesson, the two of them are not going to meddle in their own business.

Not far away, Xia Bai'an waved to Mo Che, then went to look for Lin Miaomiao in a long turquoise dress, and brought him to his Wutong Pavilion. Mo Xue also followed step by step, seemingly curious.

Mo Che narrowed his eyes, and instead of raising the long knife in his hand, he asked Mo Qian, "Is mother always jumping like this?"

"Except for the epidemic before, my mother has always been so escaped."

Mo Qian nodded, and wrapped his hands with bandages, so as not to scratch his palms after holding a knife for a long time, and asked Mo Che, "Is there any difference between mother and father in front of father?"

"Not at all."

Mo Che raised his head again, his eyes flicked over the edge of his blade, and the light of the blade reflected in his pupils, "She has always treated people like this."

It's the same for the children, it's the same for Qian Mingshu and Liu Pipa.

The same is true for myself.

Just like the blade in his hand, it's just something that blacksmiths built in batches according to the same shape.

He and Mo Qian met each other's eyes. Mo Qian somehow felt that his father's teaching was becoming more and more harsh today. Can't hold it.

"clang--"

The blade in his hand was released and pierced into the flower garden beside him, being extremely cautious.

But Mo Che's complexion did not change, he raised his hand smoothly, but the heavy long knife slipped from his wrist like silk, and slipped into the scabbard.

"Uncle is so powerful." Lin Miaomiao couldn't help but stare dumbfounded.

Xia Bai'an also looked back, he really didn't know how Mo Che managed to maintain the appearance of your noble son no matter what he did.

However, handsome is really handsome.

"I also think uncle is amazing." Xia Bai'an hugged Lin Miaomiao and smiled sullenly.

"Then why don't you say it out loud, uncle will be happy." Lin Miaomiao lay in Xia Bai'an's arms, and saw her uncle looking at her with full dissatisfaction.

Uh, anyone who is dismissed with such a handsome gesture will be angry.

As Lin Miaomiao said, she grabbed Xia Bai'an's neck tightly again.

Xia Bai'an just lifted him up a bit: "I won't say anything, I'm afraid he will swell."

"What is bloat?"

"It's just that if you are too proud, you will become fat, and you will become fat like a pig, then you will not be handsome."

Lin Miaomiao thought about it seriously, then shook her head like a rattle: "That's no exaggeration!"

"good boy."

Xia Bai'an smiled happily, and helped Wu Yue pack up Lin Miaomiao's remaining luggage, and asked A Gao to send the things to Lin's residence.

As soon as the things were delivered to Lin's residence, the butler Fang Houde ordered: "Send all the things to my room first, and I will sift through all the things used by the young lady, and then I will check and keep them."

"Yes."

The servants respectfully sent the things to Fang Houde's room.

A Gao went back home and relayed the matter to Xia Bai'an who was drinking tea in the courtyard. Xia Bai'an glanced at the father and son practicing martial arts, as well as the children sitting in the corner listening to Mo Xue's reading, his eyes narrowed slightly.

"He's guilty of being a thief, so he has to check it out, but what he wants is for him to see what's inside."

"And, if he's scared, he should be doing something tonight."

……

Lin House.

Fang Houde screened everyone back, opened the bundles one by one, and searched for the things inside.

The things inside were all things that Lin Miaomiao hadn't used for a long time, and there was nothing special about them. Fang Houde's tense expression eased a little, and he was about to put the things back into the cabinet when he heard a click from under the wooden box he had touched.

A note floated out from the dark grid.

Fang Houde saw that the note fell to the ground, and there was a string of crooked words on it.

"I know you're a ghost, Uncle."

"what--"

Fang Houde let go of his hands in horror, and the wooden box in his hand was scattered on the ground, but a rough wooden seal rolled out of it.

He choked for breath, but there was a sinister look in his eyes.

"It seems that paper cannot contain fire after all."