"Young master, then He Yurou is He Shuli's daughter, her sister is still a concubine, if she holds a grudge, I'm afraid it will be bad for our Mo family. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info" Ink Shadow frowned slightly, a little worried.

Mo Yun retorted, "I don't think so. Although she is the lord of the county, our Mo family has always been law-abiding and has never evaded taxes, and it is not so easy for the government to find us trouble. Besides, what kind of storm can she make with her little girl?"

As he was talking, a family member walked in respectfully: "Young master, the master and the lady asked you to go to the main hall, saying that there is something important to discuss with the young master." ”

"Got it. Mo Tianchen responded, and Mo Yun hurriedly picked up the cloak hanging on the side and carefully wrapped it around Mo Tianchen's body, and carefully fastened the belt.

Outside the study room of the ink dumping dust is a very delicate courtyard, with strange trees, bamboo repairs, pavilions, streams, and rockeries. It was late autumn, and everything was withering, and although there were servants who cleaned it from time to time, there were still broken leaves and branches dotted on the stone pavement, and occasionally stepping on it would make a very small crisp sound.

Mo Tianchen thought it was very funny, so he deliberately looked for those dead leaves and stepped on them, and walked slowly step by step.

After a long time, Mo Ying saw that Mo Tianchen was still circling in the yard, and he had no intention of going out at all, so he couldn't help but persuade: "Young master, let's go quickly, the lord and the lady are still waiting." ”

"I always thought it would be okay for them to tell me to go, so let's go later. Mo poured his head and didn't raise his head, and with a "crunch" sound, he stepped on a dead leaf.

Mo Yun on the side looked at such a childish young master, and joked with a smile: "Young master, as the saying goes, sticking out your head is a knife and shrinking your head is also a knife, and what should come will always come, and it's the same if you go early or late." ”

Mo Tianchen pursed his lips and reluctantly walked in the direction of the main hall, muttering as he walked, "Okay, I'll just go." I really don't know if my father and mother are looking for me to get rid of Mr. Song or to offend the Prime Minister's Mansion, anyway, no matter which one it is, I will be scolded. ”

The Mo Mansion was built with the utmost luxury, and if people don't know the situation, they will mistakenly think that this is the palace of the Lonely Bamboo Kingdom. In particular, the main hall of the Mo Mansion is even more magnificent than the emperor's Jinluan Palace.

At this time, Mo Enemy Country and Zhong Liyue were respectfully accompanying a man in white clothes and white hair in the main hall.

The man in white sat upright, although his face was calm and calm, but the arrogance emanating from his bones made people inexplicably a little afraid. He has a silver hair, but his complexion is excellent, and his facial features are exquisite, and his face is handsome, so that people do not believe that he has lived for more than two hundred years.

In comparison, the enemy country of Mexico in the year of its establishment looks a little older, and I don't know how much shorter it is in terms of bearing.

For a moment, Xu Yifeng was even wondering, what did Zhong Liyue fall in love with this Mexican enemy country in the first place?

Money? Those mortal things, how can the immortal family take them to heart.

While personally brewing a cup of fine Junshan silver needles for the man in white, the Mo Enemy Country said cautiously: "Yifeng Shangxian, it has been said a long time ago to dump the dust and hand it over to Xuanyumen, and it stands to reason that I should not break my promise." It's just that he's still young, and I'm really reluctant. See if you can be accommodating and let him stay with me for a few more years......"

Xu Yifeng picked up the teacup, only glanced at the condition and put it down again. He glanced at the enemy country lightly: "What, do you want to regret it?"

Obviously it was just a very casual look, but the enemy country of Mexico felt as cold as the cold winter of the number nine. His hand shook slightly, and the gold-painted purple sand teapot in his hand was almost unable to hold it, but fortunately, Zhong Liyue, who was on the side, quickly helped him to avoid being rude in front of Xu Yifeng.

Thinking of the father-son relationship with Mo Tianchen over the years, Mo Enemy Guoqiang suppressed the fear in his heart, and said tremblingly: "Please also ask Shangxian to have mercy on our family, I am willing to give 10,000 taels of gold to Xuanyu Gate every year, as long as you let Tianchen stay by my side......"

The terrifying coercion from the immortals was like a substance that spread across the palatial hall, and Zhong Liyue and Mo Enemy only felt as if they had sunk into the deep sea, and even breathed a little hard. The servants who stood respectfully by the wall turned pale with fright and trembled.

"Shangxian, my husband didn't mean that, he just loved his son and was reluctant for a while, not to regret it...... I will definitely hand it over to the immortals myself. Zhong Liyue saw that Xu Mengfan seemed to be angry, and hurriedly pulled the Mo enemy country to kneel down and said.

"Hmph, that's good. Xu Yifeng's wide robe sleeves flicked and he stopped talking.

In an instant, the coercion around disappeared into invisibility, as if everything just now was just an illusion. But Zhong Liyue knew that this was not an illusion, mortals were like ants to immortals.

When Mo Tianchen walked into the main hall, he saw such a scene: his father and mother knelt on the ground with a panicked face, a strange man in white sat on the top with a frosty face, and the servants around him trembled and were silent.

"Father, mother, why are you calling the child here in such a hurry, and why are you kneeling on the ground?" The crisp children's voice sounded, and Mo Tianchen crossed the high threshold, trotting all the way to Zhong Liyue and Mo Enemy.

"Mother, it's cold on the ground, get up quickly. Mo Tianchen hugged Zhong Liyue's arm and wanted to help her up, but she was too small, but she couldn't help her.

Mo Tianchen sat on the ground: "Forget it, I'll sit here with my mother and father." When I grow up, I'll have strength. Well, maybe I should learn martial arts like Mo Yun and Mo Ying, so that I can fly around with my mother in my arms. The children are very envious of them when they are usually so comfortable and chic. ”

Zhong Liyue wanted to laugh, but tears flowed down her eyes.

Holding Mo Tianchen's little hand, Zhong Liyue slowly walked in front of Xu Yifeng, and forcibly suppressed the tremor in her voice: "Shangxian, this is my child Mo Tianchen, you, take him away!"

Speaking of this, Zhong Liyue couldn't say any more, and gently pushed Mo Tianchen forward, covering the whimpering sound with his hand, but his body trembled like a withered leaf in the autumn wind.

When Mo Tianchen heard this, his eyes widened in shock: "Mother, what are you talking about, don't you want to dump dust?"

Zhong Liyue shook her head, already in tears.

Mo Tianchen was anxious, grabbed the corner of Zhong Liyue's clothes, and looked anxious and flustered: "Mother, I know that I am wrong, I will never make my mother angry in the future, I will go and invite Mr. Song back, and I will also apologize to the county lord of Tai'an, don't make such jokes with children!"

Zhong Liyue was silent, just shed tears vigorously.

Mo Dumping looked at the Ink Enemy Country for help, but the Ink Enemy Country turned his face away, avoided Mo Dumping's gaze, and said in a low voice: "Dumping Dust, Daddy can't stand you, don't blame us, we have no choice." ”

"Let's go. Xu Yifeng pulled the ink dust, and with a wave of his long sleeves, a long sword with a silver-white body and a faint halo flew out of his sleeve, growing in the wind, and after a while, it became the size of a small boat, suspended in the air as if it had a spirit, trembling slightly.