"Jiu'er, quickly apologize to the second lady, the second lady has a lot, and she won't bother with you."

Mo Jiu's eyes deepened. Song was originally the daughter of a general, and she was arrogant, but in order to keep her daughter, all her self-esteem and temper were gone.

Although she is not Mo Jiu's biological mother, at this moment, she makes her cold heart want to be warm by the spring breeze.

Although Mo Jiu looked at the Song clan with a gentle gaze, he did not have the slightest intention of kneeling down to the Li clan.

Seeing that Mo Jiu didn't mean to apologize, Song was even more anxious, and began to kowtow to Li himself. The forehead was already broken by Mo Bingqing, and this time it was even more bloody.

Li kowtowed to Song, did not move, and looked at Song with disgust.

Mo Jiu frowned slightly, he just wanted to see what the other party was going to do, so he didn't take action, but he didn't expect that the Song family would kowtow to the Li family regardless of his injury.

The wound on Song's forehead is not light, and it will be life-threatening to toss like this.

Mo Jiu lowered his eyes to hide the essence of the light at the bottom of his eyes, and the hand hidden in his sleeve moved.

Just as he was about to make further movements, there was a sound of footsteps outside, and another group of people entered the small courtyard.

The leader was a middle-aged man wearing a dark court robe with a heavy face.

On the side was a young man in a purple robe. The young boy is not very old, his appearance is handsome and abnormal, and the powerful aura exuded by his body makes people feel intimidating.

When Mo Jiu saw the young man, he couldn't help but be stunned, was he?

The middle-aged man is naturally the biological father of the original owner, Dingguo Hou Mo Qingtian. And the young man in the purple robe was the "giant" boy who Mo Jiu saved a few days ago.

In order to recover his strength, Mo Jiu did not rush back to his home, so he was delayed on the road for some time. But in only six or seven days, the boy seemed to be recovering well, and it was not at all obvious from the outside that he had been injured.

Even the eyes that I thought were blind regained their clarity.

After regaining his eyesight, the young man's aura was even stronger, clearly pure and clear, but with a majesty that shocked everyone.

Ben thought about taking the time to investigate his identity, but he didn't expect to find him himself.

Mo Jiu narrowed his peach blossom eyes slightly and looked at the young man.

Everyone in the small courtyard bowed in unison when they saw the boy.

"See the Emissary!"

Emissary? I don't know what the messenger is, but is there no one in this country? Let a little child be a messenger?

A young boy has such a big attitude, whether he has real skills or not, at least his reputation is not small.

Mo Jiu also searched the memories of the original owner, but did not find any information related to any messenger.

Mo Jiu's expression was indifferent, and he didn't mean to salute.

Mo Qingtian obviously had just rushed over from the court, and when he saw Mo Jiu standing in place, refusing to salute, he was about to scold, when he suddenly heard Mo Bingqing's moaning again and again, and looked at Mo Bingqing with a worried face, unable to hide the worry in his eyes.

Mo Qingtian was followed by an old man. The old man saw Mo Bingqing, who was pale, and hurriedly stepped forward and began to treat her.

"What's going on? How did Qing'er get like this? ”

When Li Shi saw him, his face changed from ruthless, his face was full of sadness, and in a moment big tears rolled down his face.

"Master, it's Qing'er who was injured by the eldest son."

Mo Jiu had to admire Li's acting skills, just in the blink of an eye, he was already pitiful, and I saw pity.