The most important woman is Mohan

Chapter 22

A blush appeared on Mu Xi's already dark face, which made everyone laugh.

Mu Ci, who was one year older than Mo Han, opened his eyes wide and stared at the little girl who hurt him in front of him without blinking. It turned out that she was the eighth princess!Thinking about it, the wound on the palm of my hand seemed to start to hurt hot again!

"Eighth Sister...Eighth Sister..." Everyone was still exchanging greetings when they heard a Nunuo voice calling non-stop. Mo Han raised his head and saw that sticky man running towards him, followed by his The three sisters hurriedly said "Farewell" to Mu Xi, and said "Remember to take the medicine on time!" Then they ran away, and Lin Shuang and the others couldn't catch up.

Only the panting little fat man was left looking at the direction where Mo Han disappeared with red eyes. The three sisters behind him hurriedly persuaded him to go home. He pouted reluctantly and followed them slowly.

What Mo Han is most afraid of is that the little fat man will entangle him, so he has to leave every time before he reacts, otherwise he may not be able to leave if he wants to. She is still hungry, so she doesn't want to bring such a little fat man back home. Fengyi Palace, he is so edible!

Mu Xi looked at his younger brother in puzzlement: "Xiaoci, where did you get hurt?" Why did you ask Xiaoci to take the medicine on time when the eighth princess left?
"Accidentally collided with the eighth princess, and the palm of my hand was cut." Mu Ci stretched out the small hand behind his back, and the delicate palm was wrapped into a big rice dumpling by Mo Han with a handkerchief, and he could not see the seriousness of the injury. It's not serious, Mu Xi tugged on Mu Ci's sleeve and walked home, muttering as he walked.

"You are a young man, you have to be careful yourself, if you have scars in the future, how can you marry?"

"Hmm..." Mu Ci lowered his head and let his sister walk away with her sleeves pulled.

When the two of them returned to the General's Mansion, a servant greeted them and entered the door. Mu Zhengjun had already prepared lunch and was waiting for his two precious children to leave school. He was sitting at the table talking to his wife. , pursing his lips and chuckling from time to time.

"General, Zhengjun, Miss and Young Master are back!" The housekeeper came to report.

"Come in quickly, are you hungry?" Mu Zhengjun hurriedly stood up to pick up his two children, hugged Mu Ci, and kissed his cheeks twice.

"Dad's little words, did you enjoy learning them?" Mu Zhengjun asked dotingly, touching his son's little head.

"Well, my master praised me for being serious today!" Mu Ci leaned on his father's shoulder and said softly.

"Okay, okay, don't let go of Xiaoci anymore, let's eat first, the children are hungry too!" General Mu couldn't help but said when he saw his husband's appearance.

"Yes, yes, yes. Look at us, Xiaoxi and Xiaoci, and daddy forgot about the business." As he said that, Mu Zhengjun put his precious son on the chair by the dining table, and the servants immediately brought it to him. Basin and handkerchief came in, Mu Ci stretched out one hand, and hid the other nervously behind his back.

"What's wrong with Xiaoci?" Mu Zhengjun turned around and looked at his son.

"It's okay." Mu Ci lowered his head and whispered.

"Did someone bully you in the academy?" Seeing his son's wronged look, Mu Zhengjun immediately became anxious, and asked with red eyes, grabbing Mu Ci's hand behind his back.

"No, Daddy. It was after school, and Xiao Ci accidentally collided with the Eighth Emperor's Girl and scratched his palm. With me here, no one would dare to bully Xiao Ci!" Mu Xi said carelessly, and by the way After cleaning his hands, he was about to pick up the chopsticks, but was stunned by his mother's question.

　Mu Zhengjun: Tell me, who hurt my Xiao Ci? (General Mu behind him is waiting with an 80-meter-long sword)

　　Mo Han: Yes...it's me! (quietly raised his little hand)

　　Mu Zhengjun: It's His Highness the Eighth Prince! (General Mu retracts his sword)

　　Mo Han: I didn't mean it, I'm sorry m (._.) m
　　Mu Zhengjun: No problem, no problem.It's just that my son has a scar on the palm of his hand and won't be able to marry in the future. His Highness the Eighth Prince will be responsible!

　　Mo Han: Speechless (―)
　　Emperor, Empress Feng: It's easy to talk, easy to talk... in-laws!
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