Aunt Liu and Su Xinwan, who had been hiding in the corner since the ancestor appeared, watched Su Kexin distribute spirit stones greedily, they thought that Su Kexin would also give them some spirit stones, after all, looking at Su Kexin's distribution method, isn't it a share of the seeers?

However, when Su Kexin handed over the best spirit stone to the Zhang family and was about to leave, Aunt Liu's face was a little ugly.

"Su Kexin, have you forgotten something. Aunt Liu ran two steps in a row and rushed to block in front of Su Kexin.

Su Kexin raised her eyebrows and asked with some surprise, "What did I forget?"

"Didn't you see that there were still two big living people standing in front of you, why didn't you give us the best spirit stones?" Aunt Liu asked, "You gave the Zhang family and her two children the best spirit stones, why didn't you give them to us." ”

"Why should I give you my own things, I can give them to whomever I like, can you control it?"

"You, you're a junior, shouldn't that thing come out to honor your elders? Do you understand etiquette, righteousness, and shame? Aunt Liu was anxious and said like a shrew.

The sound of crutches sounded, and the old ancestor walked to Su Kexin's side, not looking at Aunt Liu's blue and white face at all, and turned his head to Su Qingtian who was not far away and said coldly: "Take care of your unmotivated concubine, it's really embarrassing!"

As he spoke, the old ancestor struck the bluestone slab ground twice with his cane, sighed, and shook his hand away.

Originally, he got a whole box of top-grade spirit stones, and Su Qingtian was in a very good mood, but when he was disturbed by Aunt Liu, he was inexplicably scolded by his ancestor, and Su Qingtian's face was already cloudy.

"What are you still doing standing here embarrassed, don't you hurry up!" Su Qingtian pointed at Aunt Liu and said sharply.

Aunt Liu was unwilling, but she was finally released, and she didn't dare to continue to provoke the master, so she had to retreat in a sneer.

Su Kexin didn't have time to pay attention to what Su Qingtian did with Aunt Liu, she beckoned a few servants and asked them to send the remaining eight boxes of top-grade spirit stones to her yard, and left with the triplets.

Mo's Palace.

In the silent courtyard, the childish voice read the military book in a sonorous voice, Long Yaotian's small body sat upright on the wooden chair, and the dessert that Wang Ma had just served did not touch a bite.

Wang Ma came over with a food basket, sighed when she saw the cold food on the table, brought out the warm dishes from the food basket, and handed the bamboo chopsticks to Long Ziyao.

"Little prince, let's eat something first. I didn't eat breakfast, so I always had to have the strength to warm up my book. Wang Ma said distressedly.

Since Long Ziyao returned to the mansion, his temper and personality seem to have changed as if he had changed his personality, and he didn't play his favorite games on weekdays, and he didn't know where he learned that the prince liked military books, so he took the initiative to go to the study to find a few military books and study hard every day.

Long Ziyao put down the book, looked at the food on the table, shook his head and said, "Father is about to go home, I want to memorize the military book to my father." ”

"The prince has returned home. Wang Ma said.

With a snap, Long Ziyao slammed the teacup he had just held in his hand on the table, he didn't care about the tea flowing, stood up and said, "When did my father return home, why didn't anyone inform me." ”

In the past, Long Ziyao never cared about this kind of thing, and the servants in the house also thought that he was still young, so naturally they would not tell him more. Today, Wang Ma is about to say it, otherwise, Long Ziyao will definitely not know that Long Mochen has returned home in a few days.

Long Ziyao asked Ming Long Mochen where he was, and hurriedly left with the military book.

While cleaning up the lunch that had never been touched on the table, Wang Ma sighed in her heart, obviously the prince didn't want to see the little prince, why did the little prince still have to move forward.

The Royal Study.

"Lord, the little prince asks to see. Lingyun pushed the door and said.

Long Mochen raised his head in a stack of military books, and didn't seem to react to who Ling Yun was referring to. "You mean Long Ziyao?"

"Exactly, on the day we went to Shangguan's house, the little prince returned home, do you remember?"

Long Mochen wouldn't have taken this kind of thing to heart at all, if Ling Yun hadn't taken the initiative to mention it, he wouldn't even bother to think about who Long Ziyao was.

"What is he here for?"

Ling Yun shook his head and said, "Little Lord didn't say it, but I see that he has a few books in his hand." ”

"Take the book? Let him in. ”

Long Mochen stood up from the desk, his hands behind his back, and when he saw Ling Yun coming in with Long Ziyao, his keen gaze quickly moved from Long Ziyao to the book in his hand.

"You have come to my study, and you took these books from the study?" Long Mochen asked stiffly.

Not only Long Ziyao, but even Ling Yun, who was guiding Long Ziyao, was frightened by Long Mochen's sudden heavy tone.

Long Ziyao cautiously handed the book in his hand to Long Mochen, and said in a low voice: "Back to my father, I heard that you like military books, so I deliberately took a few books to study." ”

"Put the book on the table, and you go out. In the future, you will not be allowed to enter the study without my permission. Long Mochen asked in an accentuated tone, "Do you understand, the next time you commit it, you will inevitably be punished." ”

"Yes, father. Long Ziyao's face instantly fell, he was full of joy and prepared for so long, but he didn't expect his father not only not to give him a chance to perform, but also to have a seizure because of this...... He was extremely aggrieved, but he didn't dare to make his father angry, he was afraid that his father would drive him away again, so he had to be obedient.

Long Mochen waved his hand, and Ling Yun took Long Ziyao, who was becoming more and more silent, away.

When Long Ziyao and Ling Yun completely walked out of the study, Long Mochen picked up a few military books sent back by Long Ziyao from the table, which was exactly what he needed.

At this time, Ling Yun sent Long Ziyao away, returned to the study, and saw Long Mochen buried in sorting out the books, only to find that Long Mochen was packing the military books when he walked in.

"Lord Wang, do you want to show these military books to the little prince?" Ling Yun asked with some joy, after all, it was his own flesh and blood, although the prince didn't say it, he still loved the little prince very much in his heart.

Long Mochen didn't even raise his head, then shook his head and said, "What to do for him, I have my own use for these military books." ”

After a pause, Long Mochen suddenly asked, "I heard Long Ziyao say just now, I like military books. You revealed this to him?"

Ling Yun knelt down in a little panic, and said in a deep voice: "Please forgive the prince, my subordinates just like the prince to be able to get closer to the little prince." ”

"Go down, and don't do it again. Long Mochen waved his hand.

If Ling Yun hadn't mentioned it, Long Mochen himself might not have realized that although Long Ziyao was his own flesh and blood, he didn't have Su Kexin's triplets to make him feel close. That kind of involvement between bloodlines, it seems that he can't find it in Long Ziyao.

Take the book of war as an example, it was not that he suddenly liked the book of war, but that he saw Su Yuanhan holding the book of war all day at Shangguan's house, so he immediately searched for the book of war, wanting to find an opportunity to send it to Su Yuanhan.

This matter was noticed by Ling Yun, and then told Long Ziyao.

However, Long Mochen didn't care about Long Ziyao's well-behaved flattery, on the contrary, he was very concerned about Su Kexin's triplets' every move.

It's a bit of a bizarre.

Long Mochen stopped packing up the soldiers' books, sat quietly on a pile of books, and pondered, could it be that the triplets were his children?