Chapter 568 Finale

Although they are all princes, the Mohist school will not treat them differently.

They have what the Mohist children have, and they will not have what the Mohist children do not have, and they are determined to treat them equally.

In the days to come, Mo Jiuye and He Zhiran will continue to develop industries and people's livelihood within the fiefdom.

Ten years later——

The martial arts training ground of the Zhenxi Palace.

There are stands arranged around the building, and above them are silk awnings.

Sitting in the center were Mo Qing and Madam Mo. Although their hair was now gray, they still looked energetic.

On the left side of them sat Minister He and his wife, and on the right sat Nanrui and Concubine De.

Arranged in order from bottom to top are the eight brothers and sisters-in-law of the Mo family except Mo Jiuye.

At this moment, everyone stared at the direction of the martial arts stage without blinking.

All the descendants of the Mohist school, both men and women, were lined up in order of seniority, including the four princes.

Mo Jiuye pulled He Zhiran along and walked slowly in front of the children, then Mo Jiuye shouted loudly.

"The challenge begins."

As soon as he finished speaking, someone jumped onto the martial arts stage.

"Uncle Jiu, I'll go first."

Mo Chuhan, who was sitting in the stands, stroked his forehead and said to his wife beside him, "This kid is like me, he just has a brave spirit."

"What's the good of letting you do whatever you want? Look at Zhu'er from my ninth brother's family. He has been proficient in both literature and martial arts since he was a child, and he would never show off his bravery like a coward." The eighth sister-in-law said helplessly.

"As the saying goes, a dragon gives birth to a dragon, a phoenix gives birth to a phoenix, and a mouse's son knows how to dig holes. It's strange that my child, Mo Chuhan, is good at studying."

The mynah couple were talking to each other about their eldest son, and someone had already jumped onto the martial arts stage.

"Sixth brother of the Mo family, Nan Shuhao is not talented, but I want to compete with you."

This is Nan Yu's eldest son. When he first came to the Mo family, he looked down on everyone and looked down on everyone. Ten years later, the Mo family's idea of ​​brothers being friendly and respectful to each other and striving for progress has completely changed him.

Now the brotherhood between the four princes is as deep as that between brothers from the same mother.

Not only that, the brothers all felt that Nan Shuhao was the most talented and was the eldest brother, so the position of crown prince should belong to him, and the others just needed to assist him as much as possible.

Today, Mo Jiuye held this competition in the martial arts arena to see the princes off.

Not long ago, Nan Yu sent a message, claiming that Dashun was now a peaceful and prosperous country, and he had sat in that position long enough, so he wanted to ask his sons to go back and investigate, and then give up the throne early so that he could come to the northwest and live a comfortable and happy life like the Mo family.

Even though the contestants are all teenagers, their abilities are a combination of the best of the nine Mohist brothers. It can be said that every one of them, regardless of gender, is outstanding.

The martial arts competition is held in the martial arts arena, and in the afternoon the literary competition is held in the back garden.

The result of the competition remained the same as before. The winner of the martial arts competition was Zhuer, the prince of Zhenxi Palace.

Among the literary talents, Mingzhu is the most outstanding. The little girl has been smart since she was young and can master anything she studies.

Mingzhu is not only an outstanding writer, but also proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting.

This pair of twin siblings are the most admired by their younger brothers and sisters in the family.

Not only that, the brother and sister have inherited all the good looks from their parents, the boy is handsome and the girl is pretty.

The two children had followed their parents around the fiefdom since they were young, and many people had seen what they looked like.

Ever since the people of Northwest China saw the two children, they have been praising them for being so beautiful that they looked like dolls from New Year pictures.

There are even some superstitious pregnant women who hope to see the young prince and princess a few more times so that their babies can be as beautiful as them...

Mo Jia has quite a few grandchildren, more than forty in total, including those who have just learned to walk.

But Mo Jiuye kept his promise and was reluctant to let his wife suffer anymore. Even when He Zhiran wanted to have more children, he disagreed.

As a result, the two of them are now in their thirties and have only this one son and one daughter.

Fortunately, his brothers and sisters-in-law did not share the same idea as him. Since they were finally able to have children, they wanted to have as many as possible.

As a result, the population of Mohism is growing rapidly today.

The children have been filial since they were young. After the competition, they rushed towards Mo Qing and Madam Mo with their prizes.

Everyone was scrambling to give the gifts they had worked hard to earn to their grandparents.

Such scenes often appear in the Mo family. Even so, the two elders of the Mo family still happily praise their grandchildren for their filial piety...

Mo Jiuye, who was standing at the far end of the corridor, held He Zhiran's hand, and the two of them looked at the warm scene in front of them together.

"Ranran, thank you."

"Thank me for what?"

"Thank you for coming and giving me all this beauty."

"I've already said that we are a family, so don't be polite to me."

"Yes, you are the benefactor of the Mo family, and the love of my life~"

Yes, Mo Jiuye’s feelings for He Zhiran have never changed over the years.

In private, the two are still as loving as a newlywed couple.

He put his arm around He Zhiran's waist, and the couple quietly looked at the group of younger generations in the garden.

"Ranran, Zhu'er has grown up. This kid is even more calm than his father, and his wisdom is also better than mine..."

"What are you going to do?" He Zhiran seemed to have thought of something and interrupted him and asked.

"I...I think I've been the King of Zhenxi for more than ten years, which is enough."

"Zhu'er is so young, how can you be so cruel?"

"Sixteen is not young. I was already leading troops into battle when I was sixteen."

"How can you be a father like this?"

"Ranran, I want to take you around while we are still young."

"Uh...are you going to travel around the world?"

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