"Bitch!" The girl scolded, and her right sleeve moved slightly. At some point, a small crossbow appeared on the palm of her hand, and with a swish, it shot towards Xin Mo'er's heart.
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Six years later.
The busy market is crowded.
Xin Mo'er walked leisurely on the street, and occasionally bought some small goods on the roadside.
The snow-white brocade clothes were decorated with only a few lotus flowers. There was no flaw on the face like a porcelain doll, which caused many people to stop and look back.
"Mom, are we really not going home? If my grandfather knew that the baby and his mother had left together, would he be angry?" A five-year-old boy held the horse in one hand and Xin Moertao in the other hand.
The thing that came blinked his bright and clear eyes and looked at Xin Mo'er.
"If you want to be forced by your grandfather to learn martial arts all day long, you can go back by yourself." Xin Mo'er unintentionally spread her hands, empty-handed.
The little boy raised his head, "Mom, you are obviously lazy."
"Nonsense, my mother is very diligent and has nothing to do with being lazy." Xin Mo'er retorted.
The little boy touched his nose habitually, thinking that his mother was diligent enough.
In recent years, my grandfather often forced my mother to learn martial arts. My mother was too lazy to remember oral rituals and martial arts, so she took him to the scene directly.
My mother is sleeping, and my baby is learning martial arts.
Grandpa often scolded his mother, saying that she was lazy, and she replied in one go, "I don't need to learn if there is a baby here."
Grandpa once found a boyfriend for his mother, and his mother also replied, "Baby is my boyfriend."
Grandpa also said, "A mother should look like a mother. She should not run outside every day, but should stay at home obediently and write."
My mother happily agreed.
The result was that my mother held the embroidery he had embroidered and took credit for his handwriting.
He was taught to be a living hall, a kitchen, and a hungry wolf's nanny and bodyguard.
"Mom, there are everything in Wuji Palace, why did you sneak out?" The little boy turned his dark eyes.
Xin Mo'er corrected his statement without hesitation, "Your mother, I am called going out for fun openly, how is it called secret?"
The little boy drooped his head, his eyes as if stained ink were carefully gazing at every expression on her face, "Okay, it's baby who said the wrong thing. Mother, why do you remember it if you don't go anywhere else?
What about visiting Nanzhao Kingdom openly? In terms of scenery, Uncle Nangong's Kyoto is much better than here, and in terms of famous places and ancient travel to Yan North, it is also better than Nanzhao, and in terms of history and culture, the west of the desert is no worse than Nanzhao."
Xin Mo'er seemed to be thinking about his question very seriously, and gave an answer for a while, "I'm tired of playing with your mother in the Three Kingdoms and have no interest."
"But, my grandfather said that my mother would not be allowed to step into Nan Zhao Kingdom, otherwise I would break my mother's legs. Baby, don't my mother's legs." The little boy looked at her with a pitiful look.
Xin Mo'er smiled sly, "I won't say anything about my baby Xin, and I won't say anything about your mother. Will your grandfather know that we've been here?"
"When I saw my grandfather, I asked us what to do?"
"Just fool me at will." Xin Moer answered the conversation tirelessly.
"But my mother said that it is wrong for a baby to tell lies. The baby must develop good habits from an early age and cannot lie." Xin Baby tilted her head.
Xin Mo'er finally turned her head and looked at him, "I'm so much today."
Xin Baby laughed twice, and the two of them continued to visit the scenic figures on the street until they passed by a mansion. Xin Baby stopped and couldn't help but speak again, "Mother, do you have a feeling, this place
Very familiar?"
Xin Mo'er stopped, carefully looked around, then turned her head to look to the left, and saw that the door of the mansion on the left was closed, and the plaque was engraved with three fonts of flying dragons and phoenixes, "Xu Wang Mansion."
In just one second, he turned his head, shook his head very seriously, put his slender little hand on Xin Baobei's forehead, and said seriously, "Has you been here in your dream?"
Xin Baby's mouth twitched, and the black line couldn't stop falling. She walked forward with her, as if neither of them had ever been here.
As Xin Mo'er walked, she stopped in front of a tavern and stared at the three words on the tavern and said something offensive.
Xin Baobei followed her gaze and saw three words written on the sign of the restaurant, "Fresh Family."
"It feels so homey." Xin Mo'er said leisurely.
"Mom, the location of this tavern is pretty good and the paving is extraordinary. We will just order it and live here." Xin Baby suggested.
"good."
Xin Baby tied the horse and moved the things on the horse's back. She hugged it with a dozen with her left hand and a turn with her right hand. She walked into a family like a hardworking and struggling life.
Xin Mo'er entered the tavern with empty hands.
As soon as the two entered, everyone's eyes fell on the mother and son.
Xin Baobei walked to the shopkeeper with a familiarity and said, "Give me and my mother a room."
Whispers came from the crowd.
"This little boy is so cute!"
"I thought it was a sibling, but I didn't expect it was a mother-son relationship."
"How could she be willing to urge a child to be disabled like that? Others are the mothers who are heavy lifting work. She has no hands and pressed all the heavy objects onto the child."
"Yes, he is pretty, but he does so inauthentic."
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Xin Moermo, how do I treat my son? What's the matter with you? I walked to the second floor private room room in a depressed mood and closed the door with a bang.
Xin Baby followed into the room and threw all the bags in her hand on the table. She seemed to see her displeasure and said with a smile, "Mom, calm. Those people are just jealous of their mother, let's not
Just like them."
"What's there to be jealous of me?" Xin Mo'er was dissatisfied. Judging from her father's meaning, she was giving birth before marriage, and it can be said that there are very few on this continent. If someone knows about it, I still don't know how to spread it to her.
Woolen cloth.
"You are jealous of your mother, you have a good and capable son like me!" Xin Baobei blinked and said with a smile.
Xin Mo'er turned his face over and then covered it, and said in wonder, "Are you sure you are really my son? Why don't you look like me at all?"
Xin Baby was disliked and was extremely distressed. "If my mother doesn't like her baby, she can let her grandfather use a knife on her face and become like a mother."
Xin Mo'er twitched her mouth, remembering her father's superb medical skills, she let out a cold sweat and curled her lips, "No, let's forget it. It's so good that it's pure and natural."
Baby Xin printed a kiss on her little face as big as a palm, and said like a little adult, "Mom, wait, I'll go down and give you something delicious."
"Yes." Xin Mo'er responded lightly.
Bao Bei Xin left the room, closed the door, and headed downstairs. At the same time, she was dressed in white and exuded a cold aura, just like a god descending to earth. The handsome and unparalleled man walked into the tavern.