"Dad, did he know that I was back and asked someone to prepare a table of delicious food for me and my mother?"
Song Ying's voice was heard in the Song family's dining room from far away. She must have smelled the fragrance of the food from far away.
"Ah! Cousin, why didn't you tell me in advance when you were coming? If I had known this, I wouldn't have gone to the city defense camp with my mother for inspection today!"
Song Ying is wearing armor with a mighty tiger carved on it. The fur is standing upright and the tiger's mouth is wide open, as if it is roaring. There is a red vertical crown headband on its head. Under a pair of heroic eyebrows are piercing black pupils. At this moment, Grinning stupidly.
Mo Lan put down the chopsticks he picked up, walked forward, welcomed her to the seat, and poured a glass of wine, "Sister, I have something important to do here today, but my sister misses me so much, I should come to visit earlier. , this glass of wine is my self-punishment!”
Mo Lan drank the wine in the glass and looked at Song Ying with raised eyebrows. Seeing this, she stood up, lifted her clothes, stepped on the stool, and picked up the wine bottle on the table.
"It's rare for my cousin to be so heroic. I drank this bottle of wine!"
Mo Lan hurriedly snatched the wine bottle from her hand, "You really deserve to be a tiger. You are so tigerish in your work. Uncle, you don't care about her?"
Song Qinglin raised his head from a large bowl of rice. There were grains of rice in the corners of his mouth, and his lips were shiny. "Your aunt said that this is how women should be. Ying'er is bold and generous, you should also learn from it!"
As he spoke, he stuffed the meat into his mouth and spoke with difficulty, "I didn't expect them to come back so soon. The task your aunt assigned me has not been completed yet. Eat slowly, I'm going to lift the iron!"
After saying that, he dropped his chopsticks to the ground without even placing them firmly. He picked up his pants and ran towards the yard. He raised a large iron block as thick as his arm and put it on his head.
Mo Lan took the jug far away from Song Ying, shrugged helplessly, and ate without ceremony.
"But uncle, if he acts like this, he will have a stomachache in a while!"
Song Ying tossed the peanuts and caught them with her mouth. After eating, she drank a glass of wine to satisfy her craving. Mo Lan looked at the wine bottle that she had brought in front of her at some point, with dark lines on her face.
"Don't worry, my mother will be here soon. She has to change clothes first."
As soon as he finished speaking, Su Xibai came in formal attire, wearing a ring and jingling bells, and dressed in vermillion and purple clothes, and smiled at Mo Lan.
After looking at the empty bowl with a few grains of rice and the chopsticks that fell on the floor, she walked up to Song Qinglin, took out a silk handkerchief and carefully wiped the corners of his mouth, "Look at you, you came to practice even before you finished eating. Let the children see the joke, put it down, and eat well."
Sweat dripped from Song Qinglin's forehead, "It's okay, madam, I'm not hungry. It's just that Mo Lan came and I had some food with her. I didn't even take two bites before continuing to practice."
Su Xibai stretched out his hand to pick up the iron block on his head. Song Qinglin remained motionless, swallowed and looked forward.
"I can lift this iron for so long today. Thank you for your hard work, my lord. It seems that practicing every day has paid off. Su He, I will let you lift it with one hand tomorrow."
Song Qinglin immediately put down the iron in his hand and looked at Su Xibai seriously, "Madam is right. My husband is indeed hungry. It's good to eat. Eat."
Su Xibai made a sound and walked towards Mo Lan calmly and dignifiedly, "On the day of your grandmother's funeral, I received an emergency report and left the capital on the first day. Will Lan'er blame me in her heart?"
"My aunt is in an emergency, and it's a big deal. Lan'er understands. What's more, my uncle, cousin, and cousin go to help every day. I can't thank you enough."
Mo Lan could clearly feel that Su Xibai was constantly putting pressure on her and wanted to test her strength.
The bracelet on his hand flashed red light, and in an instant, the pressure from Su Xibai disappeared.
Seeing her surprised look, Mo Lan smiled slightly and said, "Auntie, let's eat. It's cold and the food will be cold in a while."
Su Xibai nodded in astonishment. When she turned around, she saw Song Ying reaching for a pig's trotter and slapped her hand, "I want you to be more generous, not rude!"
"Hahahahaha!"
During the meal, Su Xibai seemed to have accidentally mentioned that Mo Ran was going to participate in tomorrow's arena competition. Song Ying also clamored to participate, but Su Xibai shut her up with a glare.
"There is a buzz outside, Lan'er, you are old too. You have to stop Mo Ran's nonsense in time. The arena competition is an opportunity for the casual cultivators in the capital to show themselves. Usually those who succeed in the arena will only ask for some gold and silver medicinal materials. , Ran'er is not sensible, as a sister you should always remind her, you know?"
Su Xilian said as she put vegetables into her bowl, which soon became a mountain.
After the meal, Mo Lan smiled and asked them not to see her off. After getting on the carriage, her face immediately turned cold.
In his previous life, when Song Qinglin was imprisoned by the Mo family because he married Su Xibai, both Song Fuyue and Su Qicheng said that he was marrying into the Su family. Song Ying changed her name to Su Ying, and Song Runsheng changed her name to Su Runsheng.
Ironically, when the plan to send Mo Ran out of the city was implemented, Song Qinglin was killed by an ambushed dead man and his throat was sealed with a sword. Su Xibai was killed with red eyes and executed on the spot. The head of the Su family, Su Qicheng, fell into a coma.
If Song Ying's uncle Su Ximing hadn't tied her up at home, there would have been countless blood debts!
"Gong Pingcheng, were you involved in that rebellion?"
Mo Lan talked to herself and looked at the moon hanging on the treetops. Now that she calmed down, she realized that trying to disturb the Qin family at this moment was tantamount to hitting an egg against a stone.
The major families in the capital are intertwined, powerful and numerous, and there are countless casual cultivators working for them.
The ancestor of the Qin family has been in seclusion for ten years. He was a spiritual master at that time. It is not known whether there will be a breakthrough in ten years. There are too many uncertain factors, so she can only endure all her anger now.
Su Xibai must have been suspicious of her test today. Now it seems that the Mo family is just cannon fodder for many forces to fight against.
hateful!
There are hundreds of people in her Mo family. In the eyes of these aristocratic families, they are just ants, just tools to fight for power and gain, a tool that can be discarded at any time!
Song family
Song Qinglin lay on the bed and kept wailing. Su Xibai held the blood-activating medicine in his hand and massaged his waist.
"Let you show off! You dare to lift weights just after eating. Now that Lan'er is here, is it possible that I will let her watch you lift weights?"
"Oh, okay, okay, there is just something wrong. Madam, please don't make yourself angry?"
Song Qinglin shamelessly rubbed his still sore chest and sat on the bed, "Today's Buddhist scriptures were sent by Lan'er."
Su Xibai opened his eyes wide and looked at Song Qinglin nervously, "You mean!"
Song Qinglin shook his head, "Probably not. There are prohibitions on the Buddhist scriptures, and they were intact when they were delivered to me. I'm just afraid that my sister will be involved again!"
Su Xibai leaned on his shoulder and held his arm tightly, "I miss my mother and my unborn brother."
She took off all the disguises, and big tears fell down on Song Qinglin's hands, as if they had burned his heart, causing pain.
"Come on, the truth about that year will soon surface. I think that person can't hold it in anymore!"
