There were one wife and six concubines in Mou's house. The fifth concubine, Shao, was Mou Biao's biological mother. She was not a stunningly beautiful woman, but she was straightforward and not very thoughtful. She was extremely favored by Mou Bin, and she was the most favored concubine in the house.

She only had a son like Mou Biao, who was usually as eye-catching as his eyes, but these days, because his son got into trouble and got beaten, making the master angry, and even herself was embarrassed, so she didn't dare to come and see him.

Normally, I would come here seven or eight times a day.

Mou Hu went over to report the news and told the story in an embellished manner that the Eighth Young Master woke up today and didn't even recognize anyone. When Shao heard this, he immediately became anxious, threw away the sewing in his hand and hurried over, walking away

He also pulled the veil to cover his mouth and said with a cry,

"The master hit him earlier, and I said it was a heavy blow. I saw that one of the whips hit his forehead, but it couldn't be that his head was damaged!"

Speaking of this, the more I thought about it, the more frightened I became. I couldn't help but throw away the handkerchief, grinned, and burst into tears.

"My darling! If you are in trouble, how will my aunt live?"

After saying that, he was about to burst into tears. When Mou Hu saw this, he hurriedly said,

"Aunt... Aunt... let's not cry in a hurry, the Eighth Young Master is still making trouble!"

After saying that, she stretched out her hand to pull Wu Yiniang's sleeves. Wu Yiniang, who had never been arrogant, let him pull her and ran towards her son's yard with her personal maid, Jin Zhu, without her feet touching the ground.

When we entered the courtyard, we heard banging noises in the house, and we didn't know how many things had been smashed. Wu Yiniang screamed in distress,

"My son is seriously injured...what's wrong with you?"

After saying that, he rushed over and pushed the door open. As expected, he saw his son hitting the bronze mirror on the ground with a pair of small bronze hammers.

"Eighth Young Master! Eighth Young Master...what's going on?"

Mou Biao looked up and saw the woman in front of him, his eyes were in a trance.

"Auntie!"

Immediately, he was pleasantly surprised. He threw down the copper hammer in his hand twice and went over to hold Wu Yiniang in his arms.

"Auntie, you..."

You are still alive!

His biological mother started coughing up blood when he became the top scholar in the martial arts at the age of eighteen. Although he invited many famous doctors from the capital, he could not be cured. It took a full six years before he finally gave up.

In the world, two years later, he became a general. The most regrettable thing is that my aunt did not see her son in person, and led the elite soldiers to conquer Northern Mongolia amidst the farewell of the common people and officials!

"Aunt..."

Mou Biao hugged his mother tightly, buried his head in her plump breasts, and put his ears tightly against his aunt's chest. The breathing sound coming from the chest was smooth and soft, without any noise. At this time, his aunt was

Still in good health!

Shao was shocked to be hugged by his son. Two years ago, the eighth young master listened to his wife's words, saying that a man cannot be stronger than a woman's hands, and he will not lose his status as a general in the future.

He doesn’t want to get too close to his birth mother, who is a concubine!

Shao secretly cried several times over this, but on his face he followed the rules of superiority and inferiority. Every time he came to this courtyard to meet his son, he would always be three steps away, salute and say hello, and just live like this.

For two years, she herself thought that this would be the case until her son grew up, but she did not expect that today the eighth young master would reach out for a hug when he came up. Although she was happy in her heart, she was more distressed and panicked, hugging her tightly.

The son said,

"What's wrong with the Eighth Young Master? He's really out of his mind!"

After saying that, he reached out to touch his son's head, but accidentally touched the back of his head.

"Hiss..."

Mou Biao immediately frowned,

"Auntie, be gentler!"

Wu Yiniang was shocked when she heard this.

"What's wrong, let my aunt take a look..."

At that moment, I didn't care about the rules. I forced his head over and pulled out his hair. He immediately burst into tears and cursed while crying,

"That old guy is so cruel, he struck so hard, it's been several days, and the back of his head is still so swollen..."

It was also because she was careless. When her son was beaten earlier, she only paid attention to the injuries on her body and just looked over her head. She didn't expect that such a big bag was hidden!

Speaking of this, tears flowed down as if he wanted no money. He turned around and hurriedly told Jin Zhu,

"Quick! Go and fetch Dr. Zhao!"

Jinzhu agreed and hurried out. Mou Biao hurriedly said,

"Auntie, this wasn't hit by dad, it was accidentally hit by me!"

In fact, Mou Bin didn't hit him hard at the front. The commander of Jin Yiwei had eight sons, one of whom died at the age of one, leaving only seven. Among the seven sons, these eight sons were the most like me, and their biological mother was the most favored.

, so Mou Bin still prefers their mother and son in his heart. Otherwise, how could Mou Biao be the king and hegemon in Mou's house and be lawless?

Seeing that Mou Biao was already ten years old, and he only danced with guns and sticks all day long, and could not even read a bunch of big characters, Mou Bin knew that his little son would be ruined if he continued to act like this, so he invited him in person.

Mr. Peng, who was extremely knowledgeable, came to teach in the government, but Mou Biao was used to it. How could he sit in the school? Mr. Peng was the most serious and responsible, and he was very strict with Mou Biao, a naughty student.

Because Mou Biao refused to practice calligraphy well, he gave him a meal of stir-fried tendons with bamboo shoots. How could Mou Biao have suffered such injustice when he was so old? It was because he had a grudge, so one afternoon he sneaked away while his husband was taking a lunch break.

Mr. Jin's room was lit on fire, and when Mr. Peng ran out disheveled from the smoke-filled room, he stood outside and laughed...

Mr. Peng consciously swept the floor in a polite way, and his white flesh was looked at by many girls and women in the Mou family. He felt that he was shameless, so he asked Mou Bin to resign and refused to work anymore. Mou Bin knew that his son had actually started setting fires, so

is furious,

"I am a dignified commander of the Jinyi Guards. I usually catch criminals who commit crimes, commit murders and set fires. I didn't expect that I would catch one from my own family. It's amazing!"

Immediately he took the long whip from his waist and whipped it towards the eighth son. Mou Biao was just a fool but not stupid. He saw the muscles on my face twitching, his eyes widened, his palms opening and closing, and his joints cracking. This was

Once he got really angry, he didn't dare to stay there and take the beating.

Seeing the whip coming, the man turned around and ran away. Mou Bin naturally chased after him. The whip whirred behind him, but several whips hit Mou Biao.

"Ah...ah..."

Mou Biao screamed repeatedly and did not dare to neglect his steps. He held his head and ran away. The father and son ran in a circle around the huge Mou Biao mansion. Mou Biao was finally caught by his father, who gave him several more blows on his buttocks.

Come on, this is the end!

In fact, the Mou family and his son knew in their hearts that except for the first two whips, Mou Bin was really cruel, and the rest of the beatings were lively. In fact, when the whip hit the body, the force was already much weaker, but it was just scary to others!

Wu Yiniang didn't know. She only saw the big swelling on the back of her son's head. Tears had already flowed into a river. She pressed Mou Biao heavily into her chest, hugged Gan'er tightly and cried a lot, then said bitterly. ,

"Don't be afraid, Eighth Young Master, my aunt is trying her best to get into trouble with that old guy, but she still wants to seek justice for you!"

It's just that the child is a bit naughty, so how can he be so cruel? The old man has seven sons, and he killed one and six more. I am just one of them. If he has anything, I will use a rope to tie him up. Hang yourself in front of the palace gate, which will make you, the commander of the royal guards, lose face, and let the emperor know that you are unfair in running the family!

Wu Yiniang was eager to protect her son. She even heard her son's explanation, but she just held him and coaxed him.

"Eighth Young Master, please be patient. The doctor will come later and he will be fine after applying medicine!"

Not long after, Dr. Zhao came over. Dr. Zhao was old but had excellent medical skills. He came in and looked at Young Master Mouba’s wounds and said,

"It's okay, it's just a skin injury. It's normal to have swelling. Apply some medicine and the swelling will subside tomorrow!"

It was just a bruise. Mou Biao knew in his heart that it was not serious. He gritted his teeth and allowed Jinzhu to apply medicine to him. However, Fifth Yiniang was still worried and forced Dr. Zhao to wrap a white cloth around the eighth young master's head.

"Your wound is a bit broken. You can't get it wet. You need to wrap it with a cloth!"

Mou Biao whispered in his heart,

"Wrapped up, wouldn't it be even worse if the heat makes you sweat?"

But now that he saw his aunt healthy and rosy in front of him, he was more happy than anything else. Naturally, he couldn't resist her kindness, so he pressed the white cloth on his forehead.

Wu Yiniang thanked Dr. Zhao again and again, and sent him away with a reward of silver. Then she arranged for people to go out to buy mullet, saying that she wanted to buy it back and make soup to help the wound heal. Mou Biao listened. Pout straight,

"It's just a small wound, why bother with it? It will be healed tomorrow after some sleep!"

After his aunt's troubles, he was no longer so upset and angry!

The general is gone, but my mother is back. As long as my aunt is well, I can go back to school and take the martial arts exam again. This time I need my aunt to take good care of her health and live a long life. I can see myself marrying a wife and having children, and the family is full of descendants. !

Thinking of this, he suddenly remembered something,

"I was born in the twelfth lunar month of the twelfth lunar month. It's only October now. I'm still more than a month away from turning ten. Counting the time... my father will not send me to Chengsheng Academy to study until next spring..."

Later, I will meet Mr. Han there, and I will also meet Miss Han Wu. At this time, Miss Han Wu has not yet been engaged to the nouveau riche named Qian. Who knows... I can be the first to win the beauty!

Thinking of this, Young Master Mou Ba's heart immediately became hot, and his mood also changed from gloomy to sunny.

"Ah hahaha! I thought God didn't like me and wanted to play with me, but I didn't expect that he liked me and sent me back specially to fulfill his long-cherished wish!"
Chapter completed!