"Hey, my lord, what brought you here?" When did he come? He was so elusive. Ye Luo smiled to himself. He must have been afraid that his nephew, his wife, would abuse him and came here early in the morning.
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"Princess, do you mean that you don't want to welcome me?"
"No way, this palace doesn't belong to you, Prince Yi. Of course you can go anywhere. There's no reason why Piao Ling is not welcome. It's just that, Prince, this small temple in Biluoju really can't accommodate a great god like you. You'd better leave as soon as possible.
"Is Ye Luo still remembering his grudge for not letting Ziwen live in Biluoju yesterday?
"Since the princess still knows that I am the head of this family, it's okay for the princess to care about where I want to go."
"you……"
"Ziwen is willing to practice martial arts with uncle." Mo Yichen bent down and picked up Fu Ziwen from Ye Luo's arms.
Because of his fourth sister, Ziwen has been close to him since he was a child. He has always known that this child is obedient, but never thought that he is so sensible. Since the little guy has this ambition, he will do his best to help him. He will never
It will make him experience the pain he experienced as a child.
"Uncle, can you really teach Ziwen martial arts?" Fu Ziwen looked excitedly at Mo Yichen standing in front of him. His uncle has always been a hero in his mind. He really wants his uncle to teach him the art of war and martial arts.
, but my mother said that my uncle was not in good health, so she never dared to pester him.
"of course it's true."
Ye Luo was very angry. This person just entered her Biluo Residence without her permission, and now he wanted to steal the apprentice she had found for Bing Ling.
Then she thought about it, maybe it would be more appropriate for Mo Yichen to teach Ziwen himself. Although she had never seen Mo Yichen's martial arts, she thought it wouldn't be that bad. And if Ziwen followed him, he could also learn the art of war.
In comparison, this is more important for a general.
What's more important is that Xiao Ziwen has lacked father's love since he was a child. After all, Mo Yichen and Ziwen are related by blood. Ye Luo saw Mo Yichen's cold handsome face showing a little gentleness when he talked to Ziwen.
"It's better not to use it." Fu Ziwen looked a little lonely.
"Ziwen, what's wrong? Don't you want your uncle to teach you martial arts?" Ye Luo asked in confusion at Ziwen's sudden change of attitude.
"No, auntie, mother said that uncle's health is not good, Ziwen doesn't want to make uncle too tired." Fu Ziwen explained hurriedly.
"Haha." Ye Luo laughed. It turned out to be this reason, this silly boy.
"My lord, Ziwen is right. It's better for you to stay in your room and rest more. Don't wander around the house all the time. What if you accidentally faint and there's no one around you?" Ye Luo hugged her.
He looked at Mo Yichen provocatively with his arms.
"Thank you very much for your concern, my princess, but my princess may be disappointed. This king won't die for a while." Mo Yichen rubbed Ziwen's hair affectionately, but he didn't expect that there was still someone in this world who cared about him.
Are you disappointed? Brother Chen, do you really not recognize Luo'er at all? Ye Luo felt a little bitter in his heart.
"From today on, Ziwen, uncle will teach you the art of war and martial arts." He ignored Ye Luo and strode away with Ziwen in his arms.
Ye Luo depressedly served a bowl of porridge to Mo Yichen. She had made it clear that she didn't welcome him anymore, so why did he stay here for a living? She always didn't like waste, so she didn't make breakfast every day.
There are many, and today I only asked Bingyue to cook porridge for two people. Could it be that she is going to be hungry again.
"Come Ziwen, auntie will feed you." A child of this age should still need to be fed. I remember when my little cousin was this old, I would have to chase her around to feed her.
"No, aunt, Ziwen can eat alone." Fu Ziwen refused.
Ye Luo didn't force it, and put down the bowl and let him eat by himself. He only added some vegetables for him from time to time, and Xiao Ziwen would raise his head and smile at Ye Luo every time.
Is this home? Looking at this scene, Mo Yichen felt warm in his heart. How wonderful it would be if it could always be like this!
"Your Majesty, eat some food." He was actually in a daze.
"Thank you..." Mo Yichen ate the vegetables Ye Luo had just given him, and a warm current flowed down his esophagus and into his stomach.
She heard it right, he said thank you to her, and Ye Luo subconsciously replied, "You're welcome."
"Binglu asked you to get a pair of chopsticks, why haven't you brought them yet?"
"Miss, when did you let Binglu hold the chopsticks?" Did the lady let her hold the chopsticks?
"I've been telling you for a long time and you didn't hear it. I just accidentally dropped these chopsticks on the floor. I'll bring a new pair if they're a little dirty."
"Ye Piaoling, don't go too far." Mo Yichen slapped his chopsticks on the table. Damn that woman used such dirty chopsticks to pick up his food.
"Auntie, when did you drop your chopsticks on the ground? Why didn't Ziwen see it?" Fu Ziwen has never seen his uncle with such an angry expression. Hehe, auntie is very powerful.
"Okay, how dare you two play tricks on me." Mo Yichen knew that he had been tricked by the woman again, so he was not angry. He stood up and approached them pretending to be angry.
"Haha." Ye Luo and Fu Ziwen looked at each other, then looked at Mo Yichen's angry look, and laughed.
After the two figures, one large and one small, happily finished their breakfast, Mo Yichen took Fu Ziwen to the weapons room of the palace to pick out a short sword. In this matter, he and Ye Luo had the same idea.
They had a tacit understanding. Being beaten to the punch by him again, Ye Luo thought that he would have to wait until a while later when Ziwen had made some progress, and then look for a good dagger to give to Ziwen.
Bi Luo lives in the study room. Ye Luo sits aside with a ledger. She is used to using an abacus and finds that it is easier to use than the calculator in her previous life. The round abacus beads are moving quickly under her nimble fingers. She has been in a daze these days.
She has accumulated a lot of account books in the pharmacy and has not yet looked at them. Although she is relieved that there is a dedicated person in charge of the business, and she does not need to go through many of the account books in person, there are still many accounts that need to be reviewed by her every month.
Mo Yichen was a little absent-minded, and the military book in his hand always stayed on one page. He suddenly discovered that this woman was not very serious when working. She sometimes frowned, sometimes smiled, and calculated every account meticulously.
If he didn't have any ability, how could he easily become the head of the Ye family?
In recent years, the Ye family's shops have spread all over the country. In terms of cloth business alone, it can be said that no one in the world can compare with the Ye family. He originally thought that there must be someone else behind the Ye family's business, but it seems that is not necessarily the case now.
, maybe the livelihood of this family depends on these slender hands.
And what is the relationship between Mr. Wuye and her? Is it really just like the news that Mo Yichen always felt that something went wrong?
"Uncle, what does this poem mean?" Fu Ziwen walked up to Mo Yichen holding a book of poems.
Ye Luo knocked his head and put down the account book in his hand. He saw Mo Yichen holding Ziwen and talking about something. The sun was shining warmly on them. It was so good...