My Previous Fraternal Twins

Before she could react, Mo Shichen pulled her behind him and held her little hand tightly with his big palm.

After a while, Mrs. Mo came to the front hall. She first glanced around, and then looked at the boy who was deeply pressed by congratulations.

With a stern frown, he shouted, "don't let him go."

He Qingshen and Gu qinzhen looked at each other, and then slowly took away their hands and feet.

A group of servants nearby hurried forward to help Mo Lingchen, but before they met Mo Lingchen's fingers, Mrs. Mo shouted, "don't help."

The servants were shocked by the momentum of the master mother of the Mohist School and stepped back one after another.

"Mother, they bullied me." Mo Lingchen stumbled up, ran to Mrs. Mo, and grabbed Mrs. Mo's hand with both hands.

When Mo Shichen heard this, he stood still and didn't mean to defend himself.

People around felt that Mo Shichen was going to be unlucky, but at this time, Mrs. Mo stared at Mo Lingchen and shouted, "kneel down."

Mo Lingchen was drunk by her and quickly knelt on the ground.

Mrs. Mo looked at the old lady in the coffin and said, "I don't want you to kneel, I want you to kneel, your grandmother."

"Mother." Mo Lingchen looked at her wrongfully.

Mrs. Mo didn't even give him a look. She said coldly, "tell your grandmother what happened just now."

"I..." Mo Lingchen looked up at his mother, but when he saw the harsh look in his mother's eyes, he immediately swallowed his words back, turned his body, knelt in front of the old lady, but he didn't dare to say the cause just now.

Mrs. Mo holds a long iron ruler in her hand. The ruler piece is soft and will bounce back immediately when thrown out. If it hits a person, it will be torn open within a few times. The family is called the ruler.

It is a warning line for the descendants of Mohism to regulate themselves. If they cross this line, they will be punished.

Mo Lingchen looked back in fear, glanced at the ruler on Mrs. Mo's hand, tightened his body and said, "mother... Mother, it's him... I just came to watch the night, he... He said..."

"What did he say?" Mrs. Mo looked at Mo Shichen with the same cold look in her eyes.

Mo Lingchen looked up at Mo Shichen, clenched his hands secretly and said, "he said I didn't deserve to kneel here, said I was unfilial, said I shouldn't appear, and said I... said I was a dog bastard, not Mo's blood, but my mother's life with others..."

"Ah..."

Before Mo Lingchen finished his words, Mrs. Mo raised her ruler and hit Mo Lingchen heavily on the back.

The people were frightened and covered their eyes and mouths. They didn't dare to look or shout.

Mrs. Mo raised another foot and fell on Mo Lingchen's back. She scolded expressionless: "your eldest brother is right. Your grandmother has been away for six days. You came back to watch the night tonight. It's light that he told you to get out. You still have the face to tell black here. Have you fed the way your father taught you to be a man to the dog, unfilial son."

"Chop!"

"Ah..." the first foot down, Mo Lingchen directly held his arms, rolled on the ground and screamed, "Mom, mom, no, No."

The ruler in Mrs. Mo's hand hit him ten times before he stopped. At this time, there were red marks left by the ruler on Mo Lingchen's arms and face, which looked extremely embarrassed.

"Kneeling, you can't get up before the funeral. After your grandmother is buried, go to the ancestral hall and continue kneeling, and the other troublemakers will be sent to the police station." Mrs. Mo looked up at Mo Shichen and saw that his mouth was black and there were several scratches on his face. Her tone slowed down a lot, saying: "Send the young master back to his room and ask the doctor to deal with his wound. The rest irrelevant people are scattered. My ancestors are in the coffin tonight. I don't want to see another scene of discord between the descendants of Mo family."

The two servants came to Mo Shichen.

Mo Shichen waved his hand and looked at he Qingshen and Gu qinzhen: "if I have a doctor, I won't bother my mother."

After that, he nodded politely to Mrs. Mo, and took Tang Wanxin's hand and left the hall together.

When he was about to return to the room, Mo Shichen stopped and said, "wait for me in the next room and let Qin Zhen and Qingshen accompany me in to deal with the wound. Chu Chen, Xiang Rong and Jinli will accompany you. I'll come out in a minute."

"Can't I go in with you?" Tang Wanxin asked.

Mo Shichen frowned and was silent for a moment.

Tang Wanxin grabbed his right hand and said, "it's because I'm still not qualified to know the secret of your hand."

"No." Mo Shichen suddenly looked up and denied.

"Then why can't I go in with you? I'm afraid I'll see your wound or the scar on your right hand." Tang Wanxin asked step by step, so that Mo Shichen didn't know how to answer.

She's half right.

He just didn't want her to see her injuries, nor did he want her to know his unbearable past.

Gu qinzhen said softly, "some things can't be hidden for a lifetime."

Mo Shichen turned his head and looked at him. The light at the bottom of his eyes sank into the darkness: "OK, come in with me."

He took her hand and walked into the room.

Tang Wanxin was about to unbutton his clothes, but he was pressed by Mo Shichen: "I'll do it myself."

He looked at her and untied the buttons of his black clothes one by one in front of her. When all the buttons were untied, his wheat skin was exposed, and there were bruises from being kicked by people.

The bruises are still red, but in a few hours, those bruises will be cyan or purple black.

Tang Wanxin frowned painfully.

However, at this time, his right arm was pulled out of his long sleeve, and the uneven scar on his right arm was impressively displayed in Tang Wanxin's eyes.

The proliferation of scars made the old scars left on him more ferocious. The whole arm was occupied by ugly scars, and some condensed into a large area.

When Tang Wanxin saw it, he looked up and asked, "doctor Gu, is the injury serious?"

"It's not very serious. It's just skin trauma. You should have some medicinal wine to disperse silt." Gu qinzhen said to Mo Shichen after answering Tang Wanxin's words.

When Mo Shichen saw that Tang Wanxin had not asked about the scar on his right hand, he breathed a sigh of relief, raised his finger to the bottom of the bed and said, "there is a bottle of snake wine for ten years at the bottom, which my grandmother left behind."

"That's an antique." Gu qinzhen went to the bed, opened the curtain beside the bed, and took out a bottle of medicinal wine: "just use it."

"I'll come." Tang Wanxin asked Gu qinzhen for the bottle of medicinal wine.

"There are two snakes inside. Dr. Tang is not afraid?" Gu qinzhen didn't want to scare her. Most girls would be very frightened when they saw these things in the bottle, even dead things.

Tang Wanxin went to Gu qinzhen, took the medicinal wine from him and said, "what are you afraid of? It's just a dead thing."

For Tang Wanxin, who died once, she is not afraid of ghosts and a dead snake?