The reborn husband returns

Chapter 45

Du Shanming had no objection to this, he was considerate of Mo Ying, after all, Mo Ying would take the provincial and imperial examinations as his disciple, not as Mo Chenghuai's son.

For example, with Mo Ying's identity, even if he is married, he should marry him, not to mention that Jiang Huaisheng is just an ordinary villager, a farmer who has been stupid for more than ten years.

He doesn't like to get involved in the disputes of these aristocratic families, but he is not indifferent.

There was a hint of distress in Du Shanming's eyes, and he was somewhat relieved. Although he was old, he still had a lot of disciples, and Mo Ying was talented. As long as Mo Ying was willing to take this path, he would be able to protect him. live.

"Think about it again, I've been here for the past few days, come and find me if you make up your mind." Du Shanming waved to him, telling them to go back first.

Mo Ying swallowed what she was about to say, and stood up under Du Shanming's complicated eyes, "I'm bothering you today, junior..."

"What's your name again, sir, is it possible that you still have to consider whether you want me as a teacher?" Du Shanming feigned anger.

Mo Ying quickly realized, and said happily, "Teacher, the student knows his mistake."

After saying goodbye, Qiao Qing led Mo Ying out, "Teacher has many students and disciples, I will introduce you when I meet them later."

He joined Du Shanming's sect earlier than Mo Ying, and many people knew about it. Du Shanming had been the Tutor of the current sage a few years ago, even if he stepped down, no one dared to underestimate him.

Qiao Qing wanted to remind him a few words, but in the middle of speaking, he saw Mo Ying's eyes looking behind him frequently.

Jiang Huaisheng obviously saw them in the distance, seeing Qiao Qing turning his head and waving.

Confusion flashed across Qiao Qing's face, "As for the exam, you have to make up your own mind."

No matter how nice Jiang Huaisheng was to Mo Ying, it would be fine if he disagreed with this matter.

"I know." Mo Ying frowned and thought for a while, the relationship between him and Jiang Huaisheng was far more complicated than others imagined.

But Qiao Qing also had good intentions, and he said, "Thank you Brother Qiao for reminding me."

Qiao Qing always felt that Mo Ying was trying to put himself off. Seeing that Jiang Huaisheng was about to walk in front of them, he purposely amplified his voice and said, "The exam is next month, but registration is only a few days away, so you have to hurry up. "

After finishing speaking, he nodded towards Jiang Huaisheng as a greeting, and left here.

"What exam?" Jiang Huaisheng stood next to Mo Ying, asking very naturally, "Isn't it that I want to accept you as a disciple, and there are other things besides the subject?"

His distrust of Du Shanming was all over his face, Mo Ying interrupted his wild thoughts, "It's the provincial examination, the teacher wants me to take the provincial examination."

"This is a good thing." Jiang Huaisheng knew that Du Shanming had recognized Mo Ying when he heard him call teacher, "Should we eat in the town at noon? When we go back, buy some noodles and try pancakes tonight."

Mo Ying thought about his identity, and if he wanted to take the exam, he would have to confess, so he said vaguely, "We'll talk about it when we get back."

Jiang Huaisheng carefully asked about the preparations for the township examination and what happened afterward. After hearing Mo Ying say that there were three rounds in a row until the palace examination, he fell silent for a while.

"Let's go back and talk about it." He sat quietly for a while, and brought some food for Mo Ying. In ancient times, it was not as good as in modern times. Being an official is not so easy, not to mention that Mo Ying has a father on top.

The two of them tacitly agreed not to bring up this matter again, and the afternoon passed quickly.

It was not surprising for Mo Ying to learn the fate of Jiang Yu and his son. If the two could change a little in the future, it would not be a problem to spend the rest of their lives in peace, but they are obviously not peaceful people.

After this incident, it was impossible for Jiang Yu to have the face to find them again. As for others' help or trouble, it had nothing to do with them.

But Jiang Sichen's family is still a hidden danger.

When Mo Ying heard Jiang Huaisheng say that no one from Jiang Jialei's family came forward, he frowned. This family was probably more scheming than Jiang Yu.

"Are you still afraid that they won't succeed?" Jiang Huaisheng held the flour in one hand, and the other hand was hanging by his side, very close to Mo Ying.

Mo Ying disagreed with his words, "It's hard to guard against villains."

If it wasn't for his former petite Wei Qing and his group, he wouldn't have been drugged.

Mo Ying was full of worries, but Jiang Huaisheng was more open than he thought, "Soldiers are coming to stop us, don't worry so early, if that family really pursues us, I will show them some strength."

Mo Ying glared at him, "Why are you so good?"

They have already walked out of the town at this moment, the wide dirt road, with fields on both sides, Jiang Huaisheng cheekily grabbed Mo Ying's hand, "Isn't the worst thing about begging your husband?"

"Spoof." Mo Ying was teased by him, so she didn't think about Jiang Sichen's family anymore.

He and Jiang Huaisheng walked side by side, and felt that it was not appropriate to hold hands, so they moved a little closer, their arms were close to each other, and they were barely stuck together.

When they returned home sticky, Jiang Huaisheng found a big basin and began to mix the batter.

Mo Ying couldn't help him, he went back to the house to read the book and didn't read it at all, finally moved a bench and sat next to Jiang Huaisheng, hesitating to speak.

"It will take a while to eat, don't worry." Jiang Huaisheng stirred with the stick, touched Mo Ying's head, and said with a smile.

Mo Ying plucked up the courage to confess, but was discouraged by his touch, stared at Jiang Huaisheng for a while, and decided to strike first.

"Did you hide something from me?"

Jiang Huaisheng paused and recalled for a while, wondering where he had let his feet slip.

He hesitated, "I only sneaked a kiss this morning."

When Jiang Huaisheng came back this morning, Mo Ying was still asleep, his brows were drawn together, and he looked unsteady, and he naturally not only kissed him, but Mo Ying, who was still awake, hugged him when he saw him.

He couldn't hold back, and got into the bed to warm up for a while.

He didn't dare to really make trouble with Mo Ying, so he took advantage of himself for a while, and then met Mo Ying's opened eyes.

"Huh?" Mo Ying didn't expect him to bring up another irrelevant matter.

He was surprised, Jiang Huaisheng was full of reluctance, "Husband and wife should have a good morning kiss, if you don't give it to me, I have to ask for it myself."

"Who wants to hear this!" Mo Ying blushed upwards.

"Didn't you ask?" After Jiang Huaisheng said it, he felt that he was doing the right thing, and he had to get over the fact of the couple as soon as possible.

"Kiss on the bed with just one kiss? You have been in the room for at least a quarter of an hour!" Mo Ying became angry from embarrassment. After speaking, she realized that she had slipped her tongue, stood up and left the kitchen.

Jiang Huaisheng was stunned for a while, he thought about Mo Ying's words, could it be that Mo Ying was already awake when he entered the room?

Then when he took advantage, wouldn't Mo Ying indulge him?

Jiang Huaisheng's face was clear and annoyed, he knew that he would not say it, but it wasn't about this matter, what did Mo Ying ask again?Could it be that he knew that he had mixed up the obscene pants of two people?

It shouldn't be, they all look the same.

Jiang Huaisheng sighed, scooped up a spoonful of batter and spread it out, turned the wood chips around on the iron surface, and then used a shovel to stack the cakes and put them in the bamboo basket.

Simple pancakes are piled up beside him.

He used up the batter in the basin and cooked the porridge.

After simply mixing two plates of braised pork and cutting some vegetables, Jiang Huaisheng carried the pancakes to the main room.

Mo Ying didn't read the book, and kept thinking about where to start to talk about Jiang Huaisheng's doubts, so that Jiang Huaisheng would admit his abnormality and confess to himself.

The things that happened these days are like a mess of threads, slowly getting tangled up in his mind, becoming regular and orderly.

Mo Ying couldn't help being a little puzzled, if he found out that Jiang Huaisheng was wrong, would Jiang Huaisheng's mind also be aware of his special identity?

Thinking of this, he looked into Jiang Huaisheng's eyes again.

Jiang Huaisheng has already moved from the opposite side of Mo Ying to the bench adjacent to Mo Ying. He has a piece of pancake spread out in his hand, and he is stuffing meat into it.

The heated braised pork exudes a tempting aroma, and it is served with shredded green onions and green vegetables, which makes people's index fingers move.

He rolled one up and handed it to Mo Ying's mouth.

Mo Ying raised his hand to take it, but Jiang Huaisheng withdrew his hand, stubbornly asked Mo Ying to open his mouth, and said grandly, "You didn't wash your hands."

Mo Ying lowered her head and took a bite. The sweetness of the cake mixed with the vegetables was not annoying.

He finished eating this one, and licked his lips with unsatisfied desire.

"Now that I've fed you, it's reciprocal, and you feed me once." Jiang Huaisheng pointed to the pancakes on the table.

Mo Ying spread her hands, her eyes stained with news, "But I haven't washed my hands yet."

"I don't dislike it." Jiang Huaisheng held his palm with sincere eyes.

In the end, Jiang Huaisheng couldn't eat the pancakes that Mo Ying fed, both of them washed their hands and came back to sit, each biting a piece of pancakes.

"You said this is what you want to sell?" Mo Ying was half full, then bit into small mouthfuls, and began to pick up Jiang Huaisheng's words.

"That's right," Jiang Huaisheng took a big bite, "but he should mix some beans with it to make coarse grains, which may not taste as good as this."

But it is suitable for people in the village to eat on the ground.

"This cake is not bad," Mo Ying said in a soft voice with dark light flowing in his eyes, "Then how do you know how to make it?"

Still in the case that no one has ever done it in Sanhe Village.

"Well, it's a long story." Jiang Huaisheng paused in his refusal, "If you want to know, we'll talk about it later."

"Tell you a bedtime story."