Traveling through troubled times: Princess disguises herself as a man and becomes a soldier to earn

Mo Lin nodded, his face solemn: "Don't worry, mother, whatever you say is what I will obey. As long as I treat Xiaoxiao well, it will be fine. If she really marries me in the future, I will spoil her like my own daughter."

Qiao Shu couldn't help but laugh: "Silly Second Brother, that's a daughter-in-law, not a daughter. The two are different."

"Forget it. It's useless to tell you more. You will know it naturally when you get married. If you have nothing to do, go to bed early. I'm going to prepare the engagement letter. I'm busy. You better stay quiet."

"If you cause trouble for me now, I'll punish you."

Seeing her raise her fist, Mo Lin hastily assured her, "Don't worry, mother."

After the people left, Mo Lin closed the door. Contrary to his previous calmness and composure, he jumped around the room like a monkey. If he wasn't afraid of scaring people by howling, he would have howled a few times.

He muttered to himself, "Oh, I want to have a soft wife too. It would be great if I could marry Xiaoxiao."

I lay in bed at night, rolling around, feeling extremely excited.

*

The two families sent their engagement invitations to each other, and after they were compatible, they officially began the engagement.

When the news spread, everyone was stunned, thinking that they were hard of hearing and had heard it wrongly. That idiot from the Mo family was actually engaged to the Ning'an Marquis' Mansion.

Ning Xiaoxiao has become more dependent on him since she got engaged. She used to hate men and was averse to the idea of ​​marriage, but if it was Mo Lin, she thought she would be willing.

On the one hand, I was very happy to see him, and on the other hand, the Mohist family only had one wife, which was a rule passed down from their ancestors. No concubines meant that there wouldn't be so many disgusting things.

She would be happy to live in the Mohist school in the future.

The two of them walked slowly, Mo Lin deliberately slowed down his pace to wait for the little guy. They looked at each other from time to time, but were too embarrassed to look away, which made it more ambiguous.

Ning Xiaoxiao looked at the figure not far away, checked that there was no one around, trotted over, stretched out her hand to hold his, her eyes dodging, and said, "I... my legs are short and I can't keep up, so I'd better save some energy this way."

"Well, if you're tired of walking, why don't I carry you on my back? No one can see us here. Besides, our two families are engaged, and I will definitely marry you. It's okay."

"Okay, okay."

Mo Lin squatted down and carried the man on his back. He felt light and not heavy at all, not even as heavy as the sword he carried on the battlefield. He patted him gently and said, "Xiaoxiao, you should eat more in the future. You are too light."

Ning Xiaoxiao lay on his shoulder, hugged his neck, reached out and pinched his ear, and said obediently after hearing this: "Okay, but my appetite is very small. I will feel bloated if I eat too much."

"...Well, it's up to you. If you don't like it, don't force it."

"Okay, big brother, tell me about the Mohist school. I've heard people mention the Mohist school before, and they sound very powerful. Would you be afraid on the battlefield?"

Mo Lin was silent, not knowing what to say. They were born in a family of military generals, and fighting in war was something they were destined to do. They had never thought about whether they were afraid or not.

"I don't know. I haven't thought about this question. Whether you are afraid or not, you will have to go to the battlefield and you may die on the battlefield. Didn't my uncles die early on the battlefield and never come back?"

The voice became deeper and deeper: "Even... the corpses were in tatters. We had to piece them together from here and there. If we couldn't find any, we could only give up."

Ning Xiaoxiao reached out and touched his face, and apologized softly: "I'm sorry, big brother, I shouldn't have mentioned this."

Mo Lin felt the softness and warmth of that little hand, and the discomfort in his heart was dispelled a lot. He asked seriously: "Xiaoxiao, I still have to go to the battlefield in the future, and maybe one day I won't be able to come back."

"If you marry me, this kind of thing..."

Ning Xiaoxiao understood what he meant without saying anything else. Her hands tightened unconsciously: "Well, I understand what you mean. I know all this. My grandparents told me about it. I am willing."

Ning Xiaoxiao put her face against his back and whispered, "Brother, I won't hide it from you. Although I am a princess, I am actually a hot potato. I am an orphan. If you marry me, you will have to betray the Ning'an Marquisate."

"Many people in the capital don't know that no one in Youdu is willing to marry me because if they marry me, they will have to face those difficult elders."

"So, my grandparents came all the way to the capital to bring me here. First, to complete the task assigned by His Majesty, and second, for my marriage. If I continue to stay there, when they are gone, I will be close to death."

Mo Lin was shocked. He had not expected this.

Ning Youyou closed her eyes and whispered, "Don't think that you are a burden to me. On the contrary, I am the one who is burdening you. Without you, no one would be willing to marry me. Even if there is, they would have other intentions for Ning'an Marquis Mansion."

"Being able to marry into the Mo family is my blessing, and it has never been a burden."

"Big brother, I am the one who should thank you."

Mo Lin was silent for a moment, and promised: "I am not as good-looking as my elder brother, who is good at making money, nor as good-looking as my third brother, who is good at fighting, but I am obedient. I will listen to you no matter what you say in the future."

"It's not much money, but I will take care of it for you. Even if something happens to me in the future, you will not be wronged in the Mo family. The Mo family is not very reasonable, and it's not right. In fact, they protect their shortcomings."

Ning Xiaoxiao couldn't help but giggle when she heard these words.

"Haha, I get it. Okay, let's not talk about those sad things. In the future, you can teach me more about martial arts. I want to learn that. No matter how much I rely on others, they are not as good as myself."

Mo Lin thought about it and agreed readily: "Okay, I promise you, but don't tell my mother about this, she will think that I have led you astray."

"Ha, how could that be? I just like going to the training ground."

The two were talking and laughing, the setting sun shining on them, it looked like a peaceful time, which made people feel warm.

*

On the other side, there was the sound of porcelain breaking and a woman crying in the house, her voice full of despair and grievance.

Bai Xianxian originally thought that as long as she worked harder and became the person Mo Lin liked, she would be able to marry into the Mo family. However, before she could finish her practice, the news of the engagement between the Mo family and the Ning'an Marquis' Mansion had spread throughout the capital.

She...how could she have any chance at all? One was a little princess, and the other was just being raised by the prime minister. They couldn't compare in family background, so she had no chance of winning.

With a bang, the door was pushed open, and the nanny came in with someone. As if she didn't see her embarrassed look, her tone was no longer kind as before, and she said coldly: "Miss, come with us, the master wants to see you."

Bai Xianxian was startled, her heart skipped a beat, and she shook her head: "No, I won't go. Please, Mammy, ask the master for mercy and give me another chance."

Mammy leaned forward slightly, lifted her chin, and said faintly: "Young lady, you have no chance. The master will not keep useless pawns."