The protagonist is always seen

But Mo Lin is indeed safe and sound. He has always acted adventurously and aggressively. This has something to do with the poor situation between him and Mo Yun when he was young.

Their father was young at that time, so he didn’t care about his offspring, no, you can’t say that, he just didn’t care about the child who crawled out of his wife’s belly, he was young and good-looking, and although his family was in decline, he was still a son of aristocrats , The food in the flower building is very open.

But his wife is ordinary in appearance. How can a person who is used to warm and fragrant nephrite jade and red sleeves add fragrance to his ordinary wife?

So the cowardly son who dared not resist his mother but was greedy for beauty married an ordinary noble woman.

Then, there were decades of neglect. He didn't dare to resist his father, so he came to neglect his wife. Mo Lin's mother was a decent lady who never resisted her husband. Instead, she felt guilty for her bad looks. , who obviously has a noble status, but lives tremblingly, like walking on thin ice.

She doesn't care about her children, and that man doesn't care much. Those servants are the best at watching dishes. First, those precious objects that are bestowed by grandparents and elders every year are secretly taken away, and gradually those daily life Food and clothing, shoddy.

All the malice you can imagine in the world, poverty can bring.

Before Mo Lin and Mo Yun saw the beauty of this world, they first saw the malice of this world.

Even so, Mo Lin was originally an excellent child, he smiled at everyone and was well-behaved.

Mo Yun's temper is not very good, he is a born bully.

A few times I saw others taking his things, and I was so angry that I used my fist to hammer someone, but was restrained by the servants. Seeing that he was young and ignorant, he smiled and walked over. After that, when he was not around, what should be taken Still take it.

But Mo Lin didn't, Mo Yun told him, he would pull Mo Yun, and said softly.

"Brother, maybe they really have something difficult, how pitiful, what if this is life-saving?"

Even the wet nurse said that he was much more sensible than his own fur child, but it was the wet nurse who later replaced the milk and goat milk custard he and Mo Yun had with cheap pastries that were difficult for adults to digest. Milk and the like are exchanged for her **-year-old fur child.

Mo Yun was not happy, but the wet nurse coaxed them. It was because they were grown up and there was no more food in the kitchen. Mo Yun clamored to ask about it. The wet nurse was flustered, and Mo Lin saw her flustered.

He has always been smart, if this matter is exposed, the nanny must be punished, he likes the nanny, he has been watching from the side just now, and now he stretched out his hand to pull Mo Yun.

"Brother, don't be angry, I will give you my good things."

The so-called good things are just worthless children's toys, and fortunately they are kept because they are worthless.

But fortunately, Mo Yun was still stabilized.

Until one day, Mo Yun had a fever. It was night, and Mo Lin went to knock on the nanny's door, but no one came out. He knocked so loudly that all the servants closed their doors tightly.

There was even a maid who scolded through the door.

"Debt collection! Do you want others to sleep?"

Morin shouted quickly.

"My brother has a fever!"

No one paid any attention to him, and the maid who spoke just now also fell silent.

Mo Lin still knocked, but finally he stopped knocking because he saw a figure, got up for a while, lowered the curtain, and went back again. At first, he would rather believe that the people inside were not awake. He really liked the nanny.

When he left, the silent servants all breathed a sigh of relief. Their yard was originally loose, and no one wanted to be busy in the middle of the night.

No one would have thought that a little child like Mo Lin would carry his younger brother on his back for several miles to the mansion of his grandparents. He didn't look for his father or mother, because he knew it was useless.

What he was looking for was not a father who was obsessed with sensuality and only a famous son of aristocrats, nor was he an indifferent mother who lamented all day long. old man.

That night, the servants in Mo Lin's yard were all sent to prison for murdering the prince. Yes, after passing through his father, Mo Lin became the prince of the Mo family and would inherit the title of Lord Marquis in the future. of.

The servants in Mo Lin's yard are not born in the family, and there is no contract of sale in the mansion. They are second-rate people recruited from outside the mansion. The mansion can't kill and sell them casually.

They thought the same way at first, treating Mo Lin and Mo Yun unscrupulously. Everyone knows that although the master of the Mo family has been passed down, he has a reputation for benevolence, and his wife is also generous to his servants. , maybe you can get some silver rewards.

But they forgot that although he has a cowardly and cowardly son, the old marquis has never been a good person. In order to compete for the title, he stabbed his brother to death with his own hands.

Not to mention a few servants, not to mention the fact that the evidence is solid now, but if there is no evidence, whoever he dislikes will have to go to jail.

Old Hou Ye asked Mo Lin, what do you want them to do?

Morin said.

"How about a thousand cuts?"

Old Hou Ye laughed loudly, saying that all his life, he had a son who was worthless, but he had a good grandson.

Mo Lin didn't smile, he just held Mo Yun's hand.

The two children supported each other and stumbled to the present.

They only found out afterwards that there was another child before them, a girl, who died at the age of five.

As for how he died young, Mo Lin didn't want to think about it, but felt that human nature is inherently bad, and the accumulation of those little bits of malice is so terrifying.

Old Hou Ye asked them what they wanted to do in the future.

Morin said.

"A man above all men."

"how?"

Morin said.

"Everything is inferior, but reading is high. Although the words are not complete, the world is stupid, and I will go with the flow for the time being."

Mo Yun pursed his lips tightly and kept silent for a long time, but the old Hou Ye didn't really care, he was looking at the eldest grandson, and one was enough to support those who could afford it.

After that day, Mo Yun worshiped the famous swordsman who had been under the old Lord Hou's door as his teacher.

The old Hou Ye also had to give Mo Yun a high look. The swordsman is superb in swordsmanship and is well-known in the Jianghu, but he is also like a sword. ten years.

In the past ten years, he has helped the old master a lot, and his reputation has also risen among those who care.

No matter how many people wanted to worship him as a teacher, they were rejected, and there were many noble children among them, and none of the bad-tempered swordsmen liked him.

It was only then that Mo Yun said to Old Hou Ye.

"Wish to hold a sword and protect the person who deserves to be protected."

What he said was wishing, not thinking, and when Mo Lin was present that day, he didn't mention it, which meant that the old Hou could see and hear it.

No matter what Mo Yun wanted to do, he tied himself with Mo Lin. From then on, he took on Mo Lin's life and paved the way for his ambition.

Old Hou Ye was silent for a long time, and patted his head.

"You are a good boy."

Now that Mo Yun has arrived, he has really blocked countless dangers with a sword, as he himself said.

Along the way, he and Mo Lin are still very close, there is no intrigue between ordinary brothers.

Even the old Hou Ye said that Mo Lin's confidence is all obtained from Mo Yun.

Without Mo Yun, Mo Lin would not be so unscrupulous.

The little boy quickly put things on Yang's table.

The small tables were put away, and the table was also cleaned up. The little boy spread the paper and was about to move the toys, but was stopped by Mo Lin.

He did it himself, this painting tool is very precious to him, and it is easy not to let people touch it.

He opened the box, and there were dozens of pens, big and small. He took them out one by one, and they were densely spread out on the table.

Lin Luan had never seen someone who needed so many brushstrokes to paint, not in his previous life, and even more so in this life.

This is an unpleasant thing to spend a lot of money on, and there are very few people who can draw anything. Most people just do it for a while, and don't know how to study it carefully.

But everyone is indeed respected, and it is not uncommon for a painting to be worth a thousand dollars.

Lin Luan's eyes were hot, he thought it was fun, and his eyes were fixed on the paintbrush.

Seeing him curious, Mo Lin laughed.

"You want to eat all my things, and you can't paint anymore. Do you want to go back on your word?"

"Painting, whoever said no to painting, since I promised you, I won't break my promise."

He thought for a while and added another sentence.

"It's you who are packing up your pens and still blaming me. What's the point?"

Seeing that he was so earnest in reasoning and leaving himself completely alone, Mo Lin almost pointed at his nose and said it was all your fault and had nothing to do with me, and thought it was a bit funny.

He is still a bit childish, and even more self-willed than Mo Yun was when he was a child. This kind of temper is very worrying, but he lives in a chic way, laughing and cursing are all out of nature.

Mo Yun was like this when he was a child, but he shouldn't be like this, and he can't be like this. Mo Lin worried all day long, presumably Lin Luan's elders were also like this. He wanted him to be so reckless for the rest of his life, but he was also worried that he would suffer others' losses.

Mo Lin would rather break Mo Yun's fantasy, let him suffer some setbacks, grind his temper, and not suffer a big loss in the future.

Fortunately, Mo Yun became more and more calm when he grew up, but he was a bit too much, like an old man, who kept a straight face all day long and said that he was not good at this and that was not good at all.

But he subconsciously felt that it was such vivid emotions that made his beauty come alive, so he was willing to accommodate.

"Go over there and pose."

Mo Lin casually pointed to the couch on the other side of the pavilion.

"What pose?"

"Everything is good, how comfortable it is, our painting will take a long time."

Lin Luan really did whatever he felt comfortable with. He took off his socks after hearing that it would take a long time, revealing a pair of feet.

Lin Luan was favored by the heavens, he was good-looking all over his body, with long legs and narrow waist, with the slenderness of a young man, but he didn't look thin or overly strong, only his hands and feet were slender and strong.

His feet are well-born, not small, after all, he is not short, he is such a big boy, but his feet are good-looking, the toenails are like shell jade, the toes are full, and his toes are well-grown, Forms a nice looking toe.

As the saying goes, if the toes of the second foot are long, the old man will die first, and then the mother will die.

Lin Luan is this kind of foot. Although the meaning is not good, it is really good-looking.

Mo Lin scoffed at this statement, he never believed it, in his opinion, it was just scaring himself.

Lin Luan over there was not restrained, after thinking about it for a long time, Lin Luan simply lay down, there was only a blanket on the couch, he rolled into a ball, hugged the blanket on the couch, and rolled into the innermost part.

He played this by himself, and wanted to laugh as soon as he rolled.

The hair also fluctuated up and down with his movements, and the snow-skinned red lips were really beautiful.

The little boy next to him had forgotten the rules, and stared at Lin Luan blankly.

This is against the rules for Lin Luan, Mo Yun thought so, and shook the sword in hand, but couldn't bear to interrupt.

Mo Lin over there loves Lin Luan's appearance very much. He is the master of the painting, and he is always more sensitive to beauty than others.

In the past, he painted those women, no matter how generous and generous they were, after all, they were somewhat restrained and rigid, and they lacked a sense of feeling.

They often prefer to sit upright for several hours, and some of them lie on the couch, motionless, like a piece of wood, even their smiles are rigid, and they will not be as wanton as Lin Luan.

Now Mo Lin felt that if only his unparalleled beauty would not make Lin Luan so attractive, Lin Luan's lively temperament was also the only one.