When Mo Xiaobao was fifteen years old, after His Highness Prince Ding passed the throne to Mo Xiaobao, he brought his Princess Consort and the little princess who was only six years old and left Glass City without leaving a trace. What he left behind for Mo Xiaobao was a huge Prince Ding Mansion and the largest piece of land in the world, as well as a tearful little brother who was looking for his mother and sister everywhere.
There was nothing for Mo Xiaobao to worry about in the Prince Ding Mansion's affairs. A year ago, he had already started to take over the Prince Ding Mansion's affairs. These matters were something that would happen sooner or later. But looking at the little brat who was crying while hugging his leg, Mo Xiaobao could only sigh helplessly. He bent over and picked up the little brother, saying helplessly: "Now you know how to cry. Why didn't you let Father take you with him?" Even if he had to leave one behind for him to raise, leaving Xin 'er behind was also good. Why would this little brat with snot stay behind? Mo Xiaobao said in disdain in his heart.
"Father is bad!" Little Mo Yufeng sniffled and pouted, "I want to be a great general. I don't want to fall to the point where I can't even afford to eat."
Hearing this, Mo Xiaobao's eyes twitched. He roughly understood that his heartless father was lying again. However, wasn't this little brother a bit too stupid? He wasn't so easy to fool when he was six. Forget it, I'll teach him slowly. Otherwise, he won't even know when he's sold off and still have to count the money for them. Thus, the 15 year old Mo Xiaobao started his life as a stay-at-home dad before he even got married.
Prince Ding, who was in his prime, left the young prince behind. No, it should be said that the new Prince Ding ran off without a trace. This caused the surrounding countries to become restless. Even if Mo Xiaobao was a genius, he was only 15 years old. How could he manage such a huge family business like the Prince Ding Mansion? One had to know that even Mo Xiuyao was rolling on the battlefield when he was 15 years old. Should they use this chance to test Mo Xiuyao's reaction and Mo Xiaobao's ability?
On the other hand, the minds of many people in Glass City were once again active. The former Prince Ding refused to take a concubine and was unwilling to ascend the throne. But what did the new young Prince think? Which ambitious man wouldn't want to rule the world? Grasping the power of the world while sober and lying on the knees of beautiful women while drunk could be said to be the highest goal of any ambitious man in the world. Now, a fifteen-year-old brat had obtained it effortlessly. How could he not have any thoughts about it? Thus, there were more and more people moving around in Glass City.
At this time, the world still didn't know that the new little Prince Mo Xiaobao of the Prince Ding Mansion, who had no moral integrity, was lying in the backyard of the mansion playing with his younger brother.
"Brother, are you getting married?" Mo Yufeng was lying in front of the sand table, pondering how to fight with his brother as he blinked his eyes and asked. Although Mo Xiaobao was only fifteen years old, his figure was no less than that of an adult. It was just that with the combination of Mo Xiuyao and Ye Li's good looks, his delicate and handsome face made him show the childishness that a youth of his age should have. However, Mo Xiaobao didn't mind that his appearance didn't have the majesty of a king. Majesty wasn't something that could be gained by relying on looks. Pretending to be a pig to eat a tiger was too satisfying.
Lazily sitting on the ground, Mo Xiaobao glanced at his younger brother and said, "Did someone ask you?"
"Yes, yes." Mo Yufeng excitedly laid on his brother's body and said with a smile, "Many people asked me."
"What did you say?"
Mo Yufeng opened his big innocent eyes and said, "I said, brother said that you want to be … be a couple for life."
"It's a couple for life." Mo Xiaobao corrected and then patted his younger brother's head in praise, "Well said." Mo Yufeng smiled and said, "Of course. I definitely won't tell anyone that you went to a brothel and had a few women."
"…" Mo Xiaobao expressionlessly pressed his younger brother's face into the carpet. What kind of brat was this.
"Yo, you're abusing your younger brother again." Outside the door, Feng Zhiyao's laughing voice sounded.
Mo Yufeng raised his head and smiled as he struggled to get up from Mo Xiaobao's body and continued to pounce on him. Mo Xiaobao's expression didn't change as he used his hand to suppress him. He raised his head to look at Feng Zhiyao and asked, "Uncle Feng, what's the matter?"
Feng Zhiyao waved the booklet in his hand and said, "Your uncle asked me to bring it over."
"What's written in it?"
Feng Zhiyao raised his eyebrows and gave him a look that said 'you already know the answer'. Mo Xiaobao opened it to take a look. Sure enough, if it wasn't an invitation for the prince to ascend the throne, it was an invitation for the prince to get married. There was no lack of praises for the prince. Looking at it, Mo Xiaobao wondered if he was really a god descending from the heavens.
He casually threw the booklet to Mo Yufeng to play with. Mo Xiaobao said, "Ask them who wants to ascend the throne. Let them come up with a booklet. I will give the position to him." Feng Zhiyao's mouth twitched, "They are inviting you to ascend the throne okay?" Forget about his father being black-hearted, his son wasn't easy to deal with either. The moment he opened his mouth, he accused others of wanting to rebel.
"Since it's my business, what does it have to do with them whether I ascend the throne or not? If they have nothing to do, they should think of how to kill Mo Suiyun for I. "Mo Xiaobao rolled his eyes and said.
"What's wrong with the little emperor in the south? I haven't heard of it. " In these few years, the little emperor in the south worked very hard. The entire small imperial court in Jiangnan was also very obedient. Especially in the last two years, the little emperor finally really took power. He had some intentions of working hard to govern, just like the ruler of a resurgence.
Mo Xiaobao disdainfully spat out, "What else can it be? He's ambitious and wants to reclaim the country." In these few years, the Prince Ding Mansion had been recuperating and had no intention of sending troops to the outside world. These people couldn't have forgotten how sharp the swords of the Mohist army's cavalry were in just a few years, right? Actually, Mo Xiaobao was also clear that it was because he was too young and couldn't suppress people. If his father and mother were here, those people could only shrink back no matter how many thoughts they had. It was also because he knew that Mo Xiaobao was even more displeased. Student Mo Xiaobao was a child with great ambitions. Sooner or later, this prince will beat you until you cry for your father and call for your mother.
"Brother, be good, Lin 'er will help you beat them!" Mo Yufeng struggled in his arms and comforted him.
Mo Xiaobao sadly looked at his little brother who was like a little bean sprout. "When you can beat them, it will take at least eight or nine years." Mo Yufeng was not convinced, his big eyes bulging, "I will grow up very quickly!"
"You are picky, naughty, running all over the place. It will take at least ten years to grow up. Eight or nine years is already my underestimation. When I fought with you, I was already this tall. "Mo Xiaobao casually gestured, making Mo Yufeng look up. Looking at his brother's height, then looking at himself …
"I … I'm not picky anymore …" Mo Yufeng whispered.
"That's a good child. Picky eaters won't grow tall. You have to know, even if you are the young master of the Prince Ding Mansion, being short doesn't have a future. If you go to the battlefield and need someone to carry you on a horse … In the future, when you marry a wife, you can't even reach her shoulder. What are you going to do? "
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