Dressed as a villain's stepmother, I use spiritual springs to raise cubs

Xiafu.

The wound on Xia Bai'an's arm healed very slowly.

Just because she couldn't rest at all, since she regained some strength and was able to go to the ground, she started working on various ledgers in the mansion, as well as various leaks in the walls, and then hired a group of people to watch the mansion every day. ...

She insisted on growing vegetables.

Qian Mingshu and Ao Pingchuan blocked her, she simply threw the hoe to them both.

"Then you guys come!"

"..."

Ao Pingchuan found an excuse, turned around and left.

Qian Mingshu spat hard, knowing that he would never be able to hold Xia Bai'an back, so he called his brother to help her plant the land in this winter, while Xia Bai'an was holding two account books, and he did not forget to ask Qian Mingshu when he was writing and drawing. Some management issues.

Qian Mingshu hesitated, "What does that mean..."

"The frame is out, remember to memorize it again at night." Xia Bai'an made a tick.

"..." Qian Mingshu was like an ice cellar.

Not only does he have to help hoe the ground!

Still have to endure Xia Bai'an's training!

This is a day that only exists in the [-]th floor of hell!

It was Liu Pipa who came to wipe his sweat for him, while comforting Xia Bai'an, it was also for his sake, so that he could calm down and continue to work without complaint, all he could do was mutter.

"Is she really sick? I can't tell at all, okay..."

Hearing this, the pen in Xia Bai'an's hand paused slightly.

This is not the first time she has heard this.

It was she who took the exam with a persistent high fever.

She was also the one who injured her ankle and carried the sick old woman over the mountains.

She was doing experiments in the weedy field, and was itching from insect bites, and she was the one who was still recording.

She can do so many things when she is sick, only because of her own strong willpower.

It doesn't mean she doesn't hurt.

The wound on the arm pulled the nerves all the time, but she didn't want to use too many painkillers and anesthesia injections, for fear that her thinking and brain would also be paralyzed and could not be reversed.

She moved her arms slightly, and she could still shout with great strength: "Go do your work! If you have time to mutter, why don't you study hard with Yu'er and Qian'er at night!"

"understood!"

Qian Mingshu responded angrily.

Xia Bai'an gave him a rare chance to breathe, and didn't ask any more questions.

Instead, A Yuan came over halfway: "Master Tang Song, please come over."

"Has he regained consciousness?"

"Doctor Xu said that he has almost recovered and can talk." A Yuan nodded.

Xia Bai'an nodded, stood up while leaning on the wall, and went inside.

After she left, Qian Mingshu smashed the hoe into the soil fiercely. Looking at Xia Bai'an's slow walk from the corner of his eye, he wiped the sweat from his forehead: "This stinky woman, since you know it hurts, don't take it." Thinking about being strong in front of others...but Master is not here..."

Liu Pipa frowned, knowing that Qian Mingshu was still worried about Xia Bai'an, but she didn't feel jealous, on the contrary, she was also worried about the same.

"Except for Mo Che, she seems to have no one to rely on."

"With her bad temper, there are not many people in this world she can rely on." Qian Mingshu said angrily, and continued to work with his head down.

On the other side, Xia Bai'an came to Tang Song's room. As soon as he sat down, Tang Song grabbed her arm and asked, "Did you find the parchment in the hairpin?"

"It's gone, it's very likely that the thief took it away." Xia Baian held his hand steady, and seeing him twitch suddenly, as if he was greatly stimulated, she quickly said, "Don't worry! No matter what's inside, What it was, they only took half of it. Moreover, they cared so much about this thing, to the point that they almost killed you, which proved that our guess was correct... Even if the enemy who killed your parents was not Xia Yuan and An Mei must still be alive! You still have someone to take revenge on, and you can get what you want!"

Xia Bai'an spoke word by word, while stroking Tang Song's hand tightly, over and over again, comforting her ups and downs.

Only then did Tang Song calm down slowly, but his eyes were red and he bit his mouth to bleed.

"It's all my fault...it's all because I'm too useless, if I know martial arts, they won't be able to take away the parchment..."

Xia Bai'an didn't continue to comfort him, but just held his hand and accompanied him without saying a word.

I don't know how long it took before Tang Song calmed down completely.

Granny Liang came to see him distressed.

Xia Bai'an didn't want to stay long, so he retreated, but he no longer had the intention of watching Qian Mingshu's farming, but went straight back to Mo Qian's room, stayed by his side, leaned on the rattan chair, and continued to read the books in his hand. account book.

It wasn't until the dead of night that Xia Bai'an had tears in the corners of his eyes.

"Wake up quickly, Qian'er."

Her voice was quickly swallowed up by the howling wind outside the window and dissipated into the darkness.

The next morning.

Mo Qian woke up leisurely, and stayed with him all night Xia Baian came to the bedside, kissed him on the cheek, smiled and lay on his chest, hugged him tightly, and repeated over and over again: "Wake up!" It's good, it's good to wake up..."

Mo Qian opened his mouth, but couldn't make a sound.

But he could hear the crying voice in Xia Bai'an's voice, and he could also feel the warm embrace passing through the quilt to his heart accurately.

Someone is thinking about him and caring about him.

Mo Qian greedily moved his stiff fingers, stretched out the quilt, grabbed Xia Bai'an's hand proactively for the first time, and wrote two words - it's okay.

But Xia Bai'an suddenly pinched his finger, leaned towards his face with red eyes and asked, "Where is there any discomfort or pain? Tell mother, there is painkiller here, I promise you will get better soon, There will be no more torture."

Mo Qian still wanted to write the word nothing.

But the fingers were clenched tightly.

He opened his mouth, his throat felt like it was being burned by fire, and he couldn't utter a word at all.

For a long time, he looked at the worry in Xia Bai'an's eyes, felt the warmth from his palm, and muffledly said a word: "It hurts."

"Well, it won't hurt soon."

Xia Bai'an kissed the side of his face, praised his frankness, gave him painkillers and water with less side effects, patted his shoulder, hummed a lullaby softly, and coaxed him to sleep.

Mo Qian was confused and fell asleep.

It seems that at this moment, he is Xia Bai'an's biological child.

……

Ever since Mo Qian and Tang Song woke up one after another.

Xia Bai'an's position also shifted from the outdoors to the room of two people, almost taking turns in the two rooms.

Tang Song suddenly lost the hostility and vigor he had when he first arrived, and seriously followed Mo Yu and Mo Xue to lean on the bedside and practice calligraphy.

Mo Qian didn't always look like a little adult like before, and before going to bed at night, he would nervously and carefully open his arms, look at Xia Bai'an timidly, and muster his courage to get a hug.

Xia Bai'an would always respond to his expectations.

While embracing, Mo Qian suddenly reminded her: "Yun Xue won't let mother go."

Xia Bai'an smiled slightly: "Then I will try to climb a little higher, so that she can't attack me."