In the past two years, Morris has become more and more busy, sometimes even having to leave for two or three days, and when he returns, except for checking the sisters' homework, he is mostly alone in the study until late. As the Mo sisters grew up, they became more beautiful, and the exoticism of their bloodline always attracted the attention of many people whenever Morris allowed them to go into the city to buy personal belongings, but the beauty was accompanied by a young monk every time, so it also attracted a lot of strange eyes. When it was time to descend the mountain, Mo Qinling put a headscarf on Dao Yan and dressed him as a Persian servant, and they themselves wore veils to cover their beautiful faces.

During the Qingming Dynasty, it often rains in Hangzhou, Dao Yan is preparing dinner in the stove room, and sees 'Tai Chi' coming back from carrying water from outside, so he takes the bamboo shoots soaked in salt water to it, 'Tai Chi' takes the bamboo shoots, and suddenly shakes his body, and the rain in his fur suddenly splashes Dao Yan's body, just as it is smiling evilly and preparing to turn around and run away, he turns around and sees Mo Qinling holding a paper umbrella and squinting at the door. 'Tai Chi' saw that it 'hurt the innocent', so he hurriedly ran away, but Mo Qinling grabbed one ear, and Dao Yan hugged it from behind and shouted: "Do it." As soon as Mo Qinling let go, it turned around and tickled her, and then broke free and quickly ran out of the door, turned around and shook his head in defiance, but his feet slipped and fell into the muddy water. The two of them laughed and went out to pull the 'Tai Chi' into the house, only to see that it was covered in muddy water, but it was still enjoying the bamboo shoot in its mouth.

After frolicking, Dao Yan asked, "Is there anything wrong with Sister Qin'er?" ”

"Daddy's test of the battle position map has become more and more frequent recently." Mo Qinling frowned slightly.

"It's really more, is something wrong?" Dao Yan asked in agreement.

"There is no mistake, my father's attitude towards me and Qi'er's answer sheet is very different now, Qi'er's answer sheet is just a hurried glance, but my answer sheet he has to go back to the study to study alone for a long time." Moqin Lingdao.

"In the past six months, Master Mo's test has been much more complicated, and I have never dreamed of it, so I can only choose some similar situations as a reference to give answers." Dao Yan said quietly.

"That's right, the last time I handed my answer sheet to my father, he locked himself in his study all day, and then called me in and asked me what to do if something else happened, and I couldn't answer, I could only say think about it. Daddy was silent for a long time, and finally said, 'It's really hard for you at this age,' and I could see from his eyes that he was desperate for me to give an answer. But I can't. Mo Qinling said as tears rolled in her eyes.

Dao Yan was a little flustered, and hurriedly said: "Don't be sad, you can tell me what the situation is, and I'll help you find a way." ”

After hearing this, Mo Qinling smiled shyly, but sighed again and said, "I know you feel sorry for me, but not everything you can do for me." Tomorrow is the death anniversary of King Yue, Lord Yue is loyal to protect the country, and uses soldiers like gods, I and Qi'er want to worship him, can you accompany us? ”

Dao Yan nodded, Mo Qinling stood up with a smile, tidied up his still wet clothes, and went back to the tower with a paper umbrella.

In the northwest of the West Lake, the pines and cypresses in the Qixia Mountains are a perfect portrayal of Yue Wumu's tenacious and upright life. In order to catch up with the 'three offerings', the three of them got up early and set off. The spring is cold, but many people still insist on coming to worship King Yue, although under the rule of the Yuan Dynasty, the temple of King Yue is also flourishing. With the sound of drums, the festival officially began. When the monks finished reading the memorial text, all the people who participated in the sacrificial ceremony bowed three times in front of Yue Fei's tomb to express their remembrance and admiration for this heroic figure. After watching the 'Wu Yu Dance', which combines rigidity and softness, Dao Yan bought the 'Dingsheng Cake' for the Mo sisters, so the three of them toured the mountains while eating. Dao Yan told the story of Yue Wu Mu Kangjin to the two sisters, because of the sound he told, the Mo sisters were very fascinated to listen, so Dao Yan was a little carried away, when he talked about the majestic mountains and rivers of the 'Battle of Yuncheng', he couldn't help but pick up a branch on the side of the road and painted the magnificent war scene on the mud floor in detail. After a while, Mo Qimiao slowly stood up, frowning and looking at the two people squatting on the ground, Dao Yan was still talking on the ground while drawing, Mo Qinling listened carefully like a student in the school and couldn't stop nodding.

"Dumb boy, how do you know such details?" Mo Qimiao asked in a strange tone.

Only then did the two realize that something was wrong, so they hurriedly stood up.

"Silly boy, how do you know?" Mo Qimiao shouted loudly, obviously about to attack.

"I, I am ... I'm a storyteller. Dao Yan lowered his head and said.

"Hehe, storyteller, where is the storyteller so capable, could it be that you Han storytellers are all generals who lead troops to fight on the battlefield?" Mo Qimiao said with a little sarcasm.

"Chess, don't dwell on these anymore, let's go to the front and have a look, the scenery there seems to be good... Mo Qinling deliberately diverted the topic.

Without waiting for her sister to finish speaking, Mo Qimiao yelled at Dao Yan again: "Say, where is the storyteller." ”

"Broken bridge, broken bridge." Dao Yan lowered his head and stammered in reply.

"Broken bridge? Isn't the storyteller on the broken bridge talking about the 'White Lady' every day, stupid boy, you don't even care about the precepts in order to deceive me, are you stupid when I am Mo Qimiao, you haven't even gone down the mountain before you met us, and every time you go down the mountain after that, it's with us, is your storyteller a dream? Mo Qimiao didn't seem to be finished yet.

"What I dreamed of is indeed what I dreamed of." Dao Yan hurriedly said and smiled slightly, and raised his thumb to Mo Qimiao to show praise.

Mo Qimiao looked at Dao Yan's innocent and embarrassed expression, thinking that he was deliberately teasing himself, he trembled with anger, and raised his hand to throw the remaining half of the 'Dingsheng Cake' on Dao Yan's face.

"Chess, you've gone too far." Mo Qinling said angrily.

"I beat 'Xu Xian', 'White Lady' is distressed, right, you two are in pairs, you partner to bully me, you fight back, fight." Mo Qimiao pouted and said angrily.

'Let's go', with a slap, a red mark immediately appeared on Dao Yan's face, but Mo Qimiao blocked him behind him. Seeing that he had hit the wrong person, Mo Qinling hurriedly walked forward to check on Dao Yan's injuries. Mo Qimiao pushed hard behind Dao Yan, crying, "Who wants you stupid boy to protect me." After saying that, he turned around and ran down the mountain, and Dao Yan was pushed by Mo Qimiao and lost his center of gravity, just bumping into Mo Qinling's arms who were rushing towards him. A wisp of seductive body fragrance came to her face, and Dao Yan was worried that Mo Qinling would fall, so he hugged her tightly, turned around, and the two of them were embarrassed and quickly let go and turned to chase Mo Qimiao. After turning a corner, Dao Yan found that Mo Qimiao did not run far, but sat alone and quietly on the stone steps. Dao Yan was about to walk over to help her, but was pulled by Mo Qinling, who slowly walked over and sat next to his sister.

"Qi'er is still angry with her sister." Mo Qinling said gently.

"I was just born when my mother left, and you let me do everything since I was a child, and you didn't even say a word to me, but you really wanted to beat me." Mo Qimiao threw herself into her sister's arms and cried loudly, and Mo Qinling stroked her sister's hair and wept silently.

After a while, Mo Qimiao choked up and said, "I'm not angry anymore, I just feel wronged." I originally thought that this stupid boy had no ability except for his life, but after thinking about it carefully, it was no wonder that he could get the favor of your sister, it turned out that he was pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger. ”

Dao Yan blushed and said, "Then it seems that I am not only fateful, but also lucky." ”

Mo Qinling pretended to be angry and gave him a blank look.

"Bah, shameless boy, I haven't forgiven you yet. Don't think that you can coax my sister by talking on paper, and you will only be qualified when you have made achievements and become famous all over the world. And, and that's what I want. The sound of the last few words was so small that only Mo Qimiao himself could hear it.

At this time, it was past noon, because they came too early, the three of them were now hungry, so they discussed going down the mountain to eat, Mo Qimiao shouted to eat the "West Lake Vinegar Fish" and "Longjing Shrimp" of "Louwailou", and pointed out that Dao Yan would eat with her before he would stop today's matter. Dao Yan used the rules and precepts as an excuse, and Mo Qimiao whispered in his ear: "You have broken so many precepts for your sister, can't you break them for me once?" brother-in-law". Dao Yan thought that she did have too many handles to break the vows in her hands, and this girl was quick-thinking, sharp-toothed, and she couldn't afford to provoke her, the key was the last sound. Brother-in-law's really called so that Dao Yan was comfortable as flying to the nine heavens, so he nodded his heart and agreed, Mo Qinling saw that his sister made Dao Yan obedient and felt very curious, so he asked Dao Yan what she said, Dao Yan blushed and bowed his head silently, Mo Qimiao smiled as usual and said: I told him that if he doesn't do what I say, I will tell the abbot of the temple all the things he has broken his vows in the past, and being an improper monk is not so important to him at present, but if 'Xu Xian' can't see it'White lady', hehe. Mo Qinling's face turned crimson after hearing this, and she shyly held Mo Qimiao's arm and asked her not to talk nonsense. Dao Yan saw that Mo Qimiao lied fluently as if she had prepared it in advance, and her expression was so natural that even Mo Qinling, who had grown up with her since childhood, could deceive her, and her back couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat, thinking: I don't know if this girl was born like this, or if she was selected and taught like this by that saint. But after thinking about it, Mo Qinling is not so eccentric, so she must have been born. So the three of them had a good meal of talking and laughing, and asked the store to pack a lot of high-end snacks before leaving. Dao Yan accompanied the Mo sisters to buy some of their daughter's household belongings, and walked out of the city with large bags, but they did not notice that in the dark corner of the alley, three pairs of greedy eyes were watching their departing backs.