Thousands of loves in another world

"He was the one who escorted your mother and you back to the palace," Mo Zhentian continued.

After hearing this, Mo Yao turned his eyes to the man in black standing in the hall curiously. If Mu Qingsheng was said to be a gentle, elegant and personable nobleman, then this Ling Xiaoxu was synonymous with ruthlessness.The lines of his face as carved by a knife are too resolute, and his pair of black eyes are as lonely as water. He just stood in the hall like that, but it made people think that it was a cold block of ice standing there.

Mo Yao didn't have a deep impression of his mother. Mo Yao's mother, Mo Qinyi, died when Mo Yao was three years old. At that time, Mo Yao was still very young. Apart from his mother's repeated exhortations, there was only a vague memory.

As for who the father is, the mother has never disclosed to anyone.

That year, Mo Qinyi traveled around the mainland, and when he returned to Mo's house a year later, he had Mo Yao in his stomach, and who was the father of the child in his stomach? No matter how others asked, Mo Qinyi always shook his head .

If it wasn't for Mo Zhentian's doting on this little daughter, otherwise Mo Qinyi would have been unable to survive in the Mo family, let alone Mo Yao's luxurious life now.

"Ling...Ling Xiaoxu, have you met my father?" Mo Yao stammered a little, he could see that he was afraid of Ling Xiaoxu for some reason, but Mo Yao still wanted to know about his father.

Ling Xiaoxu's cold eyes swept over, Mo Yao immediately shut up, his big eyes flickered, and tears dripped down quietly.

"Yaoyao, Ling Xiaoxu didn't know, when he met your mother, your mother was seriously injured and floating in the water alone, without your father by her side," Mo Zhentian explained distressedly.

Back then, when Ling Xiaoxu sent Mo Qinyi back, Mo Zhentian had already asked about it. As for extorting a confession by torture?Ahem, Mo Zhentian thought, but considering the background behind Ling Xiaoxu, think about it or forget it.

"Oh..." Mo Yao nodded in disappointment, then hid behind Mo Zhentian as if avoiding Ling Xiaoxu's eyes, and said, "Grandpa, why did you ask me to come? If it's okay, I want to see Big Potatoes and Soybean Sprouts." Yes, they promised me to tell me about the mountains of the gods and the sea."

Mo Zhentian called Mo Yao here, of course it was not just for them to get to know each other, he said: "It's Yaoyao like this, I have already asked Ling Xiaoxu to let him go to Tianxin Academy with you in three days."

Just as Mo Yao was about to refuse, he felt Ling Xiaoxusen's cold eyes looking at him, and he swallowed the words abruptly.

He explained aggrievedly in a low voice: "But I made an appointment with His Royal Highness the Crown Prince..."

Mo Zhentian had already heard about Mu Qingsheng's care for Mo Yao. Today, when Mo Yao came back from the palace and was assassinated, Mu Qingsheng also sent someone to protect him.But Mo Zhentian didn't want his little grandson to get too close to the crown prince, he could have a relationship, but not too close, otherwise, if His Majesty was displeased, it would be bad for everyone.

The most important thing is that Mo Zhentian believes that only Ling Xiaoxu can safely protect Mo Yao from Datian Soul Institute.

"No problem, I will explain the situation to the prince." Mo Zhentian said to Ling Xiaoxu after saying a word: "Ling Xiaoxu, Yaoyao, please, I have already arranged the room you live in, and I will let you Someone will take you down to rest."

"The big potatoes and soybean sprouts are the two dragon turtle fishes in my Gods Mountain Range?" Ling Xiaoxu looked cold and answered the question.

Mo Zhentian was suddenly embarrassed, he stole food from other people's fields to Prince Mo's mansion, and his master even found out, he decided to teach Mo Shihou a lesson later!

"You are also from the Mountain of the Gods? Do you know big potatoes and soybean sprouts? Does the Mountain of the Gods really have so many delicious foods?" When Mo Yao heard this, he was immediately curious, and couldn't help poking his head out to ask several times. question.