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

Tang Song originally slumped his shoulders, but after hearing what Qi Ming said, he slowly raised his head, his eyes still burning with anger.

"I really want my parents and relatives to be buried early. But this matter cannot pass in my heart, and it will never pass in my life."

Qi Ming opened his mouth, but in the end he couldn't say a word of comfort, he just patted him on the shoulder, indicating that the tablet will be delivered soon, and then he left slowly.

Xia Bai'an came out of the hall, instead of walking towards Tang Song, he looked at him from afar.

"Come and eat."

Tang Song followed the sound and turned his head, looking at her with complicated eyes.

This person is his nominal cousin by blood, but also the child of his enemy.

But what Xia Baian left in his mind the most were smiling faces, and even more so, every hand extended in a critical moment.

And now...

"I am coming."

He rubbed his eyes that were about to cry, and walked to Xia Bai'an's side, "I still want to learn more things, I want to do more things... Can you let me stay in Chizhuang for a while Time, I want to learn from Wang Mang and Li Fugui."

Xia Baian hugged his shoulders and led him inside.

"As you like."

"There are also things about the tablet and the ancestral hall." Tang Song did not avoid Xia Bai'an's hand.

"It's all up to you. As long as you move forward, it's all up to you."

Xia Bai'an smiled slightly, and gently rubbed his head.

Tang Song only tightly clasped his wrist, and when he sat down, he asked again: "So, are Xia Yuan and An Mei really killed? They won't continue to do evil, right?"

Xia Bai'an shook his head: "I don't know. But if you meet them in the future, you can take their lives at any time."

She said this lightly, with a slight chill in her eyes.

Both Li Xiuhong and Zhang Qianqian quietly left the hall.

And Tang Song stared into Xia Bai'an's eyes: "You won't..."

"I won't be half sad. Even if my instinct clamors to shed tears for them, it is my life and pain, and it has nothing to do with you. If you live up to your parents' unjust death because you are afraid of hurting me, then It's really unfilial."

Xia Bai'an interrupted him, and brought him a bowl of rice, and put it in his hand.

Tang Song flinched quietly at her words.

Xia Bai'an is really a ruthless person.

Thinking of this, he didn't continue to ask, but decided to live the rest of his life step by step.

Xia Bai'an didn't bother him either, and quickly exited the hall and came to the courtyard, restlessly resting his fingertips on his heart - parents who agree with others killing their own body seem to feel heartache instinctively.

Until a heat source embraced her.

Feeling the very familiar embrace, Xia Bai'an didn't look back, but smiled in a concealed manner.

"Why did you come out? After leaving the capital, it looks like a big dog. It is hugged on the horse's back, and then it gets off the horse and stands in the courtyard. Do you also like to lean on my back so much?"

Mo Che couldn't understand the description of a big dog.

But he could hold Xia Bai'an's petite and cold hand: "Your temper has grown a lot after leaving the capital."

"It's just that I have a lot more temper with you." Xia Bai'an was upset, but he didn't let go of Mo Che's hand.

"Not bad."

After Mo Che finished speaking, he still leaned on Xia Bai'an's back, showing no intention of leaving.

Xia Bai'an also let him go.

Anyway, I picked up a heater for nothing, so I don’t need it for nothing.

At night, Mo Che hugged Xia Bai'an again and slept soundly.

Xia Bai'an who left the capital was as obedient as before, followed him into the room, and slept beside him defenselessly, but he no longer had the habit of crawling into his arms.

In the early morning, when Mo Che woke up, he saw Xia Bai'an who was about to fall out of bed, raised his hand to bring him back, and heard her murmuring clearly.

"Small steamed buns..."

"..."

He thought that after what happened last night, Xia Bai'an might still be sad for a while.

It seems to be thinking too much.

Mo Che had no choice but to pull him back to the side of the bed. Feeling the time of waking up in the morning, his eyes were deep, so he closed his eyes and lay down for a while, until the discomfort in the morning disappeared before slowly getting up.

Not so good.

I used to sleep in the same bed every day, but I didn't feel anything.

But now that they haven't seen each other for a long time, Mo Che feels some instincts and seems to be hard to control.

He left the room and scooped up a basin of cold water to wash up.

Tang Song also woke up very early, and saw Mo Che who had just washed up at a glance, and met his eyes that were especially cold in the morning, and couldn't help shivering: "Is she still sleeping?"

"En." Mo Che replied, looking at the carving tool in Tang Song's hand, "What else do you want to carve?"

"It's just learning to carve from them. That... can I ask you a question?"

"what?"

"She doesn't seem to be very angry. But she always seems to be troubled by your affairs. If you don't want to push her away, you'd better have a good talk with her... Also, you didn't even have time to go to the study when you came back Look, she has prepared a lot for you."

After Tang Song finished speaking, he left with the carving tools.

But Mo Che stood straight on the spot, with mixed emotions in his heart.

Does she have a lot in store for herself?

Then why when she was not around, her family letters were always asking about the affairs of the court and the military camp, while she herself was in the capital, and she always had ambiguous contacts with Wang An and Li Chen.

It's a bit contradictory.

As he was thinking this way, Xia Bai'an also woke up, walked out of the room to wash up, saw him standing in the courtyard with thin clothes, and frowned impatiently: "Are you trying to catch a cold? Hurry up and get dressed. "

"Ah."

Mo Che slowly came back to his senses, and went back to his room to get dressed.

Xia Bai'an was still doing his own thing as usual, no different from usual.

And Mo Che couldn't figure it out even more.

If Xia Bai'an really prepared a lot of things for himself, it proves that he is really looking forward to his return home...

But why, the family letter is always just asking about things that have nothing to do with him?

Is there really nothing between her and Wang An?

……

At the same time, Mo House.

It was rare for the four children to have a day off. Liu Pipa knew that the children were resting, and it happened that Xia Bai'an and Mo Che were not at home, so she temporarily handed over the Chenxiang Pavilion to Qian Mingshu, and stayed to play with the children .

The four children sighed again and again, their little faces wrinkled.

Liu Pipa couldn't help asking.

"You guys are so young, why are you all bitter and bitter? Could it be that something bad happened in the academy?"

"No." Mo Qian shook his head, and only said, "We sigh not because of academic matters, but because of father and mother."

Lin Miaomiao was the first to nod, and almost lay down on the table: "Uncle Mo and Aunt Xia must have had a fight, otherwise, why didn't Aunt Xia accompany Uncle Mo in and out as before? On to the two mansions."