Now he was back when he was still a little kid. At this time, Miss Han Wu had just entered the academy. The person named Qian was just her childhood playmate. It was not time to talk about marriage yet, so he still had a chance!

Thinking of this, he suddenly became energetic and felt comfortable. He ate a few large bowls of rice with a white cloth on his head, then fell back on the bed and fell asleep.

"But to win Miss Han Wu's heart again, we can't rush it. We need to plan step by step, plan carefully, and recharge our batteries first. Tomorrow I will talk to my father, Haosheng, and ask him to send me to the academy early...

…”

Now he is someone who has paid homage to the general. He is not comparable to that young boy, so he naturally behaves more thoughtfully!

I was lying on the bed thinking about how I would meet Miss Han Wu again. This time I would study hard and become the top scholar who could be both literary and martial so that Miss Han Wu could see all the benefits in me and then fall in love with her.

, they got married together and sent the boy named Qian to squat in a corner!

Young Master Mouba fell asleep happily, and had a dream in the middle of the night. He was back to winning the first prize in martial arts and riding through the streets. People on both sides of the street cheered and many beautiful young ladies waved and called to him.

, the sachet, the red fruit, the hairpin on her head, and the embroidered handkerchief in her hand were falling on her like raindrops, while the stunningly beautiful Miss Han Wu was looking at her from the teahouse on the street.

Half of his body came out, his little face was red and he smiled at himself, his big watery eyes were full of admiration and excitement.

"Laoba!"

A soft call made Master Mouba's bones go numb. A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"hey-hey……"

He laughed out loud in his dream,

"Laoba..."

There was another call, and then someone reached out and touched the back of his head. The faint pain made Master Mouba half-open his eyes in a daze, and glanced at the burly man sitting next to the bed, with a Chinese character face and a beard.

But it was Mou Bin, the biological father of Young Master Mou Ba and the commander of the Jinyi Guards.

"father……"

Young Master Mou Ba chuckled, hugged the quilt and said to his father,

"Dad...why are you here...just wait, my son has to go to the Jinluan Palace to worship His Majesty. I will have wine with you when he comes back!"

After saying that, she buried her head under the quilt and fell asleep. She had been worried about her son. Wu Yiniang, who was guarding here, couldn't help but twist her handkerchief and started sobbing. She glared at Mou Bin with a complaining face.

"Master, please listen, this kid must have been brain-broken. He has been laughing weirdly in the middle of the night, or he is full of nonsense. You...how can you be so cruel...no matter how naughty I am?

He's just a child, but if you hit him so hard and break him, aren't you going to kill me!"

After saying that, he started crying again. Mou Bin looked puzzled and hurriedly explained,

"Nonsense, how many times did I hit him on the head? My men were measured and determined not to hit him on the head!"

How could he not know how much his men weighed? If he really wanted to be beaten, this boy couldn't bear a slap, but he just slapped it a few times on the rough skin and thick flesh. Why did he hit his brain?

When Wu Yiniang saw that he didn't recognize him, she cried even harder.

"Who else in this house would dare to attack our old man if it wasn't you? Why would he do this if it wasn't you?"

As he spoke, he started to cry again and said while crying,

"I have pity on our eighth young master. If you are angry with me, please spare him!"

"this……"

Mou Bin was upset because his concubine was crying, and he wanted to retort, but looking at the white cloth on his son's head, he couldn't help but feel speechless, and thought to himself,

"Did you really accidentally hit this kid on the head?"

Feeling suspicious, his attitude became softer and softer. He turned to comfort his concubine and said,

"Don't make me cry and make me sleep. Tomorrow I will ask someone to ask the royal doctor in the palace to take a look. I won't let me be wronged!"

When Wu Yiniang heard this, she was reluctant and said,

"Master, please don't hit him again. If you hit him again, he will really be broken!"

"Okay! Okay! I got it!"

When Wu Yiniang saw that he agreed, she stopped crying.

"Thank you, sir!"

Mou Bin hummed, stood up and walked out first with his hands on his hands. When he walked outside, he looked back and saw that Wu Yiniang did not follow him, so he said,

"It's late at night, let's go back to sleep first!"

Wu Yiniang was still a little worried about her son and refused to move her feet. Jin Zhu, who was standing aside, said hurriedly,

"Auntie, you'd better go and serve the master quickly. The eighth young master's servant will take care of him..."

Fifth Yiniang looked at her son worriedly, then at Mou Bin who was still standing at the door, gritted her teeth, and then followed out!

Jin Zhu has been with him since he was a child and is the most loyal to him. She can take care of the eighth young master, and he can rest assured.

Mou Biao did not wake up until daylight on the second day. The weather was not good today either. It was gloomy outside and the north wind was blowing harder and harder.

The imperial doctor from the palace came to see the eighth young master's injuries and said they were just external injuries and did not damage his brain. However, the fifth aunt was worried and said it was a brain injury that prevented him from seeing the wind, so she forced Mou Biao to stay in the room. He was not allowed to go out until three days later.

Mou Biao thought that if he wanted to be the top scholar in martial arts, he would not be far behind these days, so he obeyed Gu's words and stayed in the house for three days. During this period, he also found some books to read. His actions shocked the entire courtyard. Everyone in the room dropped their jaws, and Mou Hu even said to Mou Long privately,

"I didn't feel it before, but now I really feel that I must have broken the young master's head. In addition to sleeping, how could the young master be willing to stay in the room for an hour or three on weekdays, and... also read a book!"

Mou Hu's eyes widened with inexplicable fear on his face. Mou Long also rarely nodded in agreement with his brother,

"You are absolutely right. I also think that the master will hit the young master on the head this time!"

Mou Biao couldn't care less about what his two boys were muttering in the corridor at this time. He was sitting in front of the desk, looking at the book in his hand, his brows knitted into knots, and after a while he threw the book on the table with a clatter. Hate said,

"Sure enough, nothing is cheap in this world!"

He also believed that in his previous life, he was admitted as the top scholar in martial arts. When he returned to the age of ten, he picked up a book and told everyone that a child prodigy would come into the world and become a blockbuster. It must be easy and effortless, but wait until he opens it. When he was reading the book, he realized that all the things he had learned before had been returned to Mr. Han. In this simple three-character classic, there were still many words that he did not recognize. Now, except for the few words taught by Peng Xianwen in his mind, Except for a pitifully few characters, the rest is completely blank!

Mou Biao still didn't believe in evil, so he flipped through all the few books on his bookshelf and flipped through them page by page. Sure enough, he found that most of the words looked familiar to him, but upon closer inspection, half of them were missing. know!

"Oh my God! You are just kidding me!"

Mou Biao was angry and angry,

"Although I learned to study late, young master, I also stayed up from dawn to dusk and worked hard for several years. How can you just take it all back without even saying a word?"

Why don't you keep one or two copies so that you can fool your husband?

How can he show his face in front of Miss Han Wu like this!

Thinking of being angry, he picked up the books one by one and threw them heavily against the opposite wall.

"Bata...bata..."

The books fell to the ground next to each other. Mou Long and Mou Hu outside heard the movement in the study, but they looked at each other and let out a long sigh of relief.

"It seems that the young master's brain has come to his senses again!"

I told you earlier, the eighth young master cannot read unless the sun rises from the west. He said it himself,

"Master, I have a grudge against the book. In this life, either it will kill me, or I will kill it. There are no three ways to go!"

Mou Biao threw away books in the study for three days and finally accepted his fate. Early on the fourth day, he hurried out of the courtyard and went to the main courtyard to look for his father!

Commander Mou has an upright temperament and is upright. He is always impartial and selfless when doing things outside. He is a rare person among the commanders of Jinyiwei. He is praised by everyone in the court. He does not talk about official affairs. In private, Commander Mou is a bit sentimental. In addition to one wife at home,

There are also six concubines, but he also knows that the backyard should not be too biased. On weekdays, he stays with his main wife on the first and fifteenth day of the lunar month. The rest of the time, several aunts take turns living in the yard, and the fifth aunt is more favored.

, even if you stay longer, it will not exceed five days.

Also, no matter which aunt spends the night in her yard, she will have breakfast in the yard of his wife Liu the next morning. The seven sons and six daughters will come over to eat, and the aunts will also have breakfast.

Waiting on the side, this is the rule of Mou Mansion!

When Mou Biao came over, several brothers and sisters had already arrived.

"Father...mother...good morning!"

He first bowed to his parents in a proper manner, and after saying hello, he turned to his brothers and sisters and saluted, "

"Eldest brother, second brother, third brother, brothers... Good morning!"

"Eldest sister, second sister, third sister and the rest...good morning!"

Everyone was stunned when they saw his behavior. In the past, Young Master Mouba had never been so polite. When he came in, he would sit down at the dining table, shouting that he was hungry and wanted to eat, and leaving the hands and feet of the maid below.

Come on, what's wrong with him today? Is it really what the servants are talking about privately and his brain is damaged?

Mou Bin sat on it and looked at his youngest son who had the white cloth off his head. He looked straight at the back of his head. He couldn't see his distinguished figure even though his hair was only covering his head, but he was muttering in his heart.

"What's wrong with this kid today? Isn't it because his brain is fine?"

But it’s hard to say what’s going on with the brain. Some people may look fine, but inside they are broken. Is it true that my little son’s brain is broken?

Mou Biao knew why everyone had such weird looks on their faces, but he didn't care. He walked over and sat down under Mou Bin without hesitation. He glanced at everyone on the table and then said to Mou Bin,

"Dad, everyone is here. Let's eat. My son is hungry!"

As soon as he said this, everyone looked relaxed.
Chapter completed!