War wasn't something that could be started immediately. Although there were signs of war outside the northwest region, the people in the northwest region were still living their lives peacefully and warmly. Because they believed that no matter what happened, as long as the Mohist army was there, the flames of war would not ignite in their homeland.
As for the officials and generals in the Prince Ding Mansion, they were well aware that the peace in front of them would not last for long. They all secretly rubbed their palms together in preparation.
In the Prince Ding Mansion, Mo Xiuyao did not seem to be worried about the situation outside. After the military exercise ended, he rewarded the soldiers who deserved to be rewarded and threw the people who needed to be fixed elsewhere. Then, he returned to the Prince Ding Mansion to be a peaceful Prince. Every day, other than dealing with political matters, he would pester Ye Li to bully Mo Xiaobao. He was extremely carefree.
Today, Mo Xiaobao, who had been given a rare day off by Mr. Qingyun, was once again bullied by his unscrupulous father. His eyes were wet as he looked at his mother with grievance.
Ye Li could not help but sigh helplessly. This father and son seemed to be unable to interact peacefully for more than two hours. Mo Xiaobao was still young and did not have enough fighting strength. He could only be bullied without any strength to retaliate. If it was a normal person, they would probably stay as far away as possible from Mo Xiuyao.
However, Mo Xiaobao had to face difficulties. When there were no difficulties, he would create difficulties for himself. He was defeated time and time again.
Seeing Mo Xiaobao pretending to be pitiful, the unscrupulous father sitting on the couch snorted in disdain. Pretending to be pitiful? Those were all leftovers from I. Of course, Prince Ding would never admit that at that time, because compared to Mo Xiaobao's round, white, tender, and innocent appearance, the effect of him pretending to be pitiful was greatly reduced.
Furthermore, was it appropriate for a father to compete with his son in pretending to be pitiful? It was too undignified. Thus, Prince Ding firmly rejected this option. Speaking of which, Prince, as a father, it wasn't appropriate for him to bully a five-year-old child just because he was older than his son, right?
As for what happened afterwards, Mo Xiuyao learned the art of acting pitiful on his own. In the end, he evolved into a little white cat who pretended to be a pig to eat a tiger. He looked pure on the outside, but he was incomparably scheming on the inside. This really made Mo Xiuyao's stomach ache for a while. This was not something he could have predicted.
Ye Li bent over and picked up her tearful son. She gently rubbed his little head and said, "Be good, Xiao Bao. Mother will take you out to play. Let's not play with Father anymore."
Mo Xiaobao immediately reaches out his hands to hug Ye Li's neck, his smile incomparably brilliant, "Niangqin is the best, Xiaobao loves niangqin the most."
Ye Li was speechless. She knew that this brat was just pretending. However, not many people could stand that pitiful look even if it was just an act. Sometimes, Ye Li couldn't help but think, in the end, who did this child's temperament resemble? She and Mo Xiuyao were not people who would reveal their emotions in front of others. Although Mo Xiuyao loved to put on an act from time to time, Ye Li bet that when Mo Xiuyao was a child, he definitely didn't reach the stage where he could cry whenever he wanted to. If this lively temperament was somewhat similar to Xu Qingyan, but when Xu Qingyan was five years old, his mind might not even be as sharp as Mo Xiaobao's little finger.
"Xiaobao, come down. Father has something to say to you." On the soft couch, Mo Xiuyao slightly squints his eyes, smiling incomparably amiably as he beckons to Mo Xiaobao.
Mo Xiaobao's intuition was not good. He tightly hugs Ye Li's neck and repeatedly shakes his head. He simply buries his little face into Ye Li's neck. Mo Xiuyao didn't get angry. He chuckles and says, "You really don't want to listen? You won't regret it? Aiya … if you regret it in the future, don't say that this father doesn't love you and didn't remind you. "
Mo Xiaobao secretly perks up his ears. Incomparably conflicted, he secretly turns his head to look at Mo Xiuyao who is still lying on the soft couch with his eyes closed. He only hears Mo Xiuyao mutter to himself, "Speaking of which, in the past, your father, I, almost grew up to look like Zhang Qilan. If it wasn't for your grandfather, my father, who reminded me, our Prince Ding Mansion's handsome appearance would have been cut off."
Mo Xiaobao's face pales. Grow up to look like General Zhang?! Zhang Qilan's appearance appeared in his mind. Mo Xiaobao repeatedly shakes his head to dispel this frightening image. It wasn't that Zhang Qilan's appearance was unpresentable. General Zhang's facial features were good and his figure was tall and imposing. No matter where he was placed, he would not be able to escape the praise of having a dignified appearance. But Mo Xiaobao's requirements for himself were exceptionally high. Even if he couldn't grow up to look like Eldest Uncle, there was still Feng San, Han Mingxi, or his father to choose from. General Zhang's appearance really didn't fit Mo Xiaobao classmate's aesthetic standards.
Thus, for the sake of his future beauty, Mo Xiaobao kicks his little feet to make Ye Li put him down. He stands vigilantly in front of Mo Xiuyao.
After waiting for a while, Mo Xiuyao lazily opens his eyes. He glances at Mo Xiaobao from the corner of his eyes for a long while before slowly reaching out to pinch Mo Xiaobao's round little face … Pinch! Pinch! Pinch!
Mo Xiaobao angrily glares at his father and whimpers. Although it doesn't hurt too much, it means that he once again lost to this man in front of his mother. Mo Xiuyao sits up and moves closer to Mo Xiaobao to carefully examine the little face that is red from his pinch. He gives a sinister smile, "Do you know that you are very fat? You still dare to ask your mother to hug you. There will be a day when your mother will be tired out by a little fatty like you. Look at how chubby you are, you still dare to eat meat every day. Your father, I, was not even half as fat as you when I was five years old. Tell me, when you grow up, will you be even fatter than Zhang Qilan? I think you don't need to be called Mo Xiaobao anymore. How about changing your name to Mo Da Fatty? "
Hearing this, Mo Xiaobao lowers his head to look at his round, white, and tender little hands. His fragile little heart is finally shattered by his own imagination. He looks at Mo Xiuyao with grief and indignation before running away in tears. Wuwuwu … Eldest Uncle, Father bullies me …
"Xiuyao!" Ye Li frowns, indifferently looking at the man who is lying on the soft couch laughing to the point of convulsing back and forth.
How can you talk to a child like that? It's easy to hurt a child's self-esteem. Moreover, Mo Xiaobao is not as exaggerated as he says. It's just that his grandfather, Qing Yun, who loves him dearly, raised him too well. He looks slightly stronger than other children. It's a good thing for children to be a little chubbier.
Mo Xiuyao humphs, "I'm doing it for his own good. It's about time for him to officially start practicing martial arts. If he grows too fat, the one suffering is himself. When he comes back in the future, Li will make more vegetarian dishes. " Ye Li facepalms. After all is said and done, it's still because she personally made all the meat dishes that her son likes last night. She slightly neglected a certain someone. Who told Mo Xiaobao to not be happy without meat, while Mo Xiuyao prefers vegetarian dishes?
When Xiaobao comes back to the academy, I'll personally make your favorite dishes, okay? "
Ye Li says. Compared to those wives who wash their hands and make soup for their husbands, Ye Li rarely cooks. Mo Xiuyao nods in satisfaction and says: "Only for me."
Ye Li nods and warns: "You're not allowed to bully Xiaobao!" Mo Xiuyao waves his hand and says: "Don't worry, that brat's zodiac sign is a cockroach. After a while, he'll happily run back by himself." Ye Li is speechless. Her watery eyes flashed with a trace of sharpness. She reaches out and pinches his waist. Meeting Mo Xiuyao's puzzled gaze, Ye Li smiles sinisterly: "If Xiaobao's zodiac sign is a cockroach, then what's your zodiac sign?"
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