Chapter 112: Old Things

Mo Yan sat on the corner of the bed alone, leaning on the bed rail with only his underwear, staring at a certain place with a dull gaze, and he didn't even notice that Li Cheng was carrying a food box into the house.

"Little Marquis?"

Li Cheng saw that his eyes were straight and his eyes were dull, and he couldn't help but worry, the little marquis looked like he was nothing, but he was actually more anxious than anyone else, and he was really ashamed to say that his ability was limited, and he couldn't help with the current things.

"I haven't seen you for two days, and the Hou Ye is suspicious, I'm afraid I can't hide it."

Mo Yan's body moved, and finally reacted, now they are still in Jingping Kingdom, and the two elders are pointing to him to take care of him, he must not fall down if he wants to cheer up, and he can only see her again if he returns to Beijing as soon as possible.

"Don't worry, uncle, I'll talk to him at dinner."

Li Cheng nodded, Mo Yan could show up, Hou Ye naturally wouldn't ask more, and he was mostly worried about him when he wanted to see Xiao Hou Ye.

"Since my mother left, my father has always been sensitive and suspicious, is it still the case all these years?"

Mo Yan didn't know much about his father's affairs, and when he talked about it today, he would inevitably ask a few more questions, if their father and son would never mention this matter on weekdays.

"What's more, except for me, even the generals can be fully trusted, since the ...... of Mrs. Love"

Li Cheng stopped talking, few people knew about the things back then, and it was also a secret from the little marquis, and it seemed that he was the only old man left who knew about it, if the girl was still alive, it would be counted as one.

"There's nothing to shy away from in front of me, I already know everything about that year."

Mo Yan's words shocked Li Cheng, he didn't expect this kid to know the truth, no wonder he hasn't asked all these years, Mo Hou Ye also said that the little Hou Ye is wolf-hearted, and when he enters Beijing, he will never return and only care about his own happiness.

"In the early years, my father always talked in his dreams, and my uncle also knew about it."

Mo Yan pretended to smile lightly and patted Li Cheng's shoulder to comfort him, he already knew what they were hiding so hard, and it was indeed that he hid it too deeply.

This matter is a knot in the heart of Mo Houye, he has always been awakened by nightmares for many years, Mo Yan also overheard his father's dream words, since then it has carefully spent several years to piece together his father's nightmare pieced together piecemeal, but I didn't expect it to be a difficult person to accept the truth......

At that time, Mo Yan's father, Mo Lin, was a young man with thin shirts, and his military exploits were famous, and everyone called him General Mo Xiao. After that, he married Mo Yan's mother Luo Yao, and Mo Yan was born a year later, and it didn't take long for the bloody war between the two countries.

At that time, the Jingping army was strong and strong, and the attack was very fierce, and several cities were captured in a row, but the Jingping army was not good at defending the city and had no reinforcements, and the city would be captured in less than two days, and the people who suffered were the people in the city who had not yet had time to withdraw.

And the person who betrayed Mo Yan's mother back then was the orphan girl brought back by his mother Luo Yao from the war, two years older than Mo Yan at that time, Mo Yan clearly remembered that he would always follow behind that young lady, affectionately "sister" called sticky, and it didn't take long for enemy spies to besiege his mother.

"If you count it, that girl is now the age of a mother, and I hope her child will be happier than me."

Mo Yan smiled bitterly, the people at war between the two countries are the most innocent, and it is common for them to be forced to become pawns, and after marrying the third lady, he has gradually let go of the hatred in his heart. It's not that he chooses to forgive, but he is relieved, and if he lives with hatred, he can't live with the person who has not passed away.

"Little Hou Ye, Hou Ye shouldn't let you face it alone......"

Li Cheng frowned and looked distressed, it turned out that the little Hou Ye Mo was so bitter in his heart, and the Hou Ye really completely misunderstood the little Hou Ye.

"Uncle, it's all over, I'm fine."

Mo Yan smiled indifferently, at that time, he just knew the truth and hid for a long time, but he was too young to know how to face it, and it happened that the Mo family's aunt and grandmother recruited him into the palace to be the prince's companion, so he temporarily escaped from this sad place, and then met the destined third princess.

Thinking of her, the corners of Mo Yan's mouth couldn't help but rise, the third princess was a little light in his life, but he was used to darkness and habitually rejected this light, until the light suddenly disappeared, he didn't realize how precious it was.

Li Cheng thought for a long time on the side, his brows were furrowed and were about to be knotted, and finally he sighed and said solemnly: "Little Hou Ye, my old Li knows that you are bitter in your heart, you and the little lady are almost separated from yin and yang, and now the little lady has lost it again (this chapter is not finished!) )

Chapter 112: Old Things

The child in the womb. If Shuoyue Hou comes again, you will let him take me hostage and release you all, and I will not care about anyone anyway. ”

Li Cheng's tragic words came from the bottom of his heart, but Mo Yan didn't feel good when he heard it.

"Uncle Li, the only person my father trusts completely is you, and we all treat you as family, so what I said is really hurtful."

Mo Yan frowned slightly, and looked at Li Cheng with a serious face, he was not good at saying this kind of sensational words, but now he was trying to say a few words in the tone of the third lady, and he was really embarrassed, he couldn't do it with her coquettish appearance.

"Haha, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm not thinking about it."

Li Cheng smiled from ear to ear, it was really surprising that the little marquis could say such a thing, and he was really happy to see him becoming more and more humane.

"Uncle will follow my father in the future, call me Zicheng."

Li Cheng smiled and nodded, rubbed his hands embarrassedly, and didn't call out for a long time with his mouth half-open. Mo Yan is not reluctant, this kind of thing is just natural, and the two will naturally call it out when they get close in the future.

"Uncle, don't worry, the three of us can go, but we have to wait a few days."

Mo Yan continued to talk about it, he and Qingkong had already dealt with this matter, and they were waiting for King Jingping to act.

"Is there anything I need to do?"

Li Cheng's heart was immediately steady, he originally hesitated, but still asked.

"This ......"

Mo Yan thought about it, he and Qingtian had all arranged it, and Xiaoliu had also contacted him, and Li Cheng really couldn't help at present. However, Li Cheng is a person who can't be idle, and it's not easy for him to shirk if he wants to contribute, so it's better to ......

"Write a letter to Xiaoliu and them, and report the safety of your godson."

"Okay, I'll go back to the room and write, you remember to eat the porridge and buns, you like the leek stuffing the most."

Li Cheng walked out of the room with a smile, his slightly curved back looked much older, Mo Yan was slightly moved in his heart, this trip really tossed the two former veterans enough, it seems that it is indeed time for them to retire.

Mo Yan opened the food box, the fresh fragrance of leeks came into his nose, he didn't eat in the morning, he was really hungry at noon, he picked up a bun and bit half of it.

"It's really a leek filling......"

Mo Yan muttered in his mouth, he thought of his third lady again, she always said that she loved to eat leek filling, in fact, she originally wanted to eat it herself, but the taste of leeks is strong, even if she rinses her mouth, there will be a lot of residue.

Women are generally afraid that their husbands will not dislike each other, so he has a preference for eating leeks, and he will not dislike each other, so she can think of it.

"Ahh

Wen Ye rubbed the tip of her nose, this was already her third sneeze, what happened today?

"I'll go find the second son to show the master, if Xiao Yuezi is infected with the cold, it will hurt his body."

Wanzhao was in a hurry, and was about to go out when she raised her feet, but was shouted back by Wen Ye.

"No, I'm fine, don't be nervous! It must be Mo Lang who is thinking about me, didn't he say it in his letter, he thinks about me every day, maybe I think about it today. ”

Wen Ye smiled shyly, like a flower blooming in the sun, delicate.

"Hey, here we go again......"

Wanzhao sighed and sat at the table drinking tea, since her master received the handwritten letter from Mo Xiaohou, her state is really getting better day by day, she no longer needs to be urged by others to drink soup and eat, and the whole person is refreshed and full of vitality as soon as she comes back.

"Third sister, third sister, are you what a woman should say?"

Wen Jian's voice came from behind the screen, and Wen Ye raised his head to look for someone, and he was already approaching.

"Second brother, I feel much better, can I go out tomorrow?"

Wen Ye pointed to the door with a smile in her eyes, now that the spring is bright, she is trapped in the house again, even worse than before, even the doors and windows have to be closed tightly, and even the door is blocked by a screen, which is really boring.

"The full moon lasts, and the hundred days are degrees, what do you say?"

Wen Jian replied with a hypocritical smirk, sat in front of the bed to check her pulse, although this small confinement is not as good as the big confinement, but it will also have to live in the house for a month, if the body has not recovered and suffered from the wind, it will leave the root of the disease in the future.

"I think, today's chicken soup (this chapter is not finished!) )

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It's delicious. ”

Wen Ye smiled sweetly, this topic can be regarded as over. Of course, Wen Ye knew that Wen Jian was all for the sake of her body, and it was right to listen to him, but she was really bored in the past few months, and she was really depressed.

"If you are bored, let the evening light read you a picture book, and try to read as little as possible, which is not good for your eyes."

Wen Jian repeatedly told him to let him go out with peace of mind, Wen Ye collapsed on the bed in resignation, stretched out his hands and feet unscrupulously and waved a big word, hey, just take a long vacation for yourself.

"What's going on over there? Has Xiaochun arrived in Cangzhou? ”

Wen Ye asked about the evening photo, Xiaochun was the first time to go out with her subordinates, although Ming'er followed, but she still played the drum in her heart, which made people have a premonition that she was not very down-to-earth, and she always felt that something was going to happen in Cangzhou.

"It's all going well, the second son said you can't worry too much now!"

Wanzhao skillfully picked up a bowl of red date porridge and fed it, when the soup spoon stretched out, Wen Ye subconsciously opened his mouth, this soup porridge tastes good, but I am really tired of eating porridge and drinking soup every day.

"This hasn't become your brother-in-law, just listen to him like this?"

Wen Ye swallowed the porridge in his mouth, smiled and teased a few words, and Wan Zhao immediately stretched out the soup spoon when he saw this.

"No, don't talk nonsense, the two of them have been busy lately, and I don't know if they have reconciled, I'm really afraid that the two of them will miss each other if they treat each other coldly!"

Wanzhao's words made Wen Ye heartbroken, it seems that she has to find a chance to talk to Bixiao, she has a deep understanding of this kind of thing.

Chapter 112: Old Things