The most important woman is Mohan

Chapter 21

Taifu Lin did not expect that a five-year-old doll would have such a heart. She did not have a trace of nostalgia for the throne and power in her words. If needed, he will be there on call, for the country and the people, and will die without regret.

Taifu Lin has not said a word for a long time, this child will become a great weapon in the future, I just hope that Her Majesty the Empress can consider the deep love between their sisters, and don't ruin this rare family relationship because of the throne.

Taifu Lin is the grandmother of Mo Fan and Mo Han, she loves these two children very much, and she also finds out more and more that the old eighth may be more suitable to sit in that position, even she thinks so, my lord What would you think?

"Master? Master?" Mo Han's legs were sore from standing, it's fine for Mrs. Lin not to praise him, but why didn't he let himself sit down but stood there in a daze?

"Oh? Cough cough...Okay, this is the end of today's class, let's go back..." Taifu Lin, who was a little far away, was awakened by Mo Han, and hurriedly left school, thinking that he was really old Yes, I can think wildly for so long in front of the children, sighed, Taifu Lin also stepped out the door.

"Cousin, what do you think the master will teach us this afternoon?" Mo Han was in a good mood because he left school early today, so he walked backwards in front of Lin Shuang, shaking his arms, and the speed was quite fast .

"Hmm...be careful!" Lin Shuang was about to say something when she saw a little man standing behind Mo Han, and it was too late when she stopped her!

"Ouch..." Because Mo Han was walking backwards, she didn't stop her feet. Although she was young, she had a lot of strength, so she fell on the people behind her all at once. When she heard a cry, everyone was in a hurry pull her up.

"Are you okay? I'm sorry!" Mo Han scratched his head in embarrassment, and then stepped forward to personally help the little boy who was still on the ground.

The little man's skin was fair and tender, and his little face was flushed red. He didn't cry like other men, but kept shaking his hands.

"But your hand is injured?" Mo Han pulled his little hand, and the white and tender palm was blood red from the stones on the ground, and it hurt to look at it, "I'm sorry! I didn't mean it!"

Mo Han anxiously took out the ointment from Wen Nuan, and gently applied it to the little boy, touching and blowing on it. They were all five or six years old, and they couldn't give birth to any male-female defenses.

"I'm fine!" The little boy looked at the girl who gave him medicine and said softly, which made Mo Han feel guilty for hurting such a delicate little guy.

"Here's the medicine, you wipe it on time, don't drop it." Mo Han handed him the small porcelain bottle, and took out a handkerchief from his arms and wrapped it around him lightly, before he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Xiaoci, why are you standing here?" Just as everyone was paying attention to the little boy's injured hand, a loud voice suddenly came out.

"Sister..." The little boy put his injured hand behind his back and called out to the girl with that voice, "Sister."

Mo Han raised his head, only to see that the person who came was Mu Xi whom he had met in the morning, and then looked at this white and tender young lady, no matter how hard he could associate the two of them together, it didn't look like they were born by a father at all!

"I've seen His Highness the Eighth Prince!" Mu Xi hurriedly saluted when he saw the girl behind his younger brother.

"Sister Mu doesn't need to be too polite, Han'er also needs to thank my sister for speaking up in the morning!" Mo Han also clasped his fists at her and smiled.

　Mu Ci: I'm hurt... T_T
　　Mo Han: Sorry!
　　Mu Ci: Brag me... *^o^*
　　Mo Han: Hehe...

　　Li Zijin: (carrying a 80-meter sword) What are you doing (ω`)?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)