Actually, Mo Xiaobao was being too harsh on himself. Given his age, to be able to finish reading the military book that Mo Xiuyao gave him in a month's time and even come up with a plan that a general like Sun Yaowu would evaluate based on the terrain and the strength of the two armies, he could already be proud of himself. However, Mo Xiuyao and Ye Li did not console him. The heir of the Prince Ding Mansion was born with a different responsibility from normal children, so it was not wrong to give Mo Xiaobao some pressure at the appropriate time.
Seeing him admit defeat, Mo Xiuyao looked at him with a smile and said, "Then … isn't it time to fulfill your promise?"
Mo Xiaobao's little face instantly darkened, and he stiffly turned his head to look at Ye Li. Ye Li smiled faintly and said, "Xiaobao, you must accept your loss. This time … just treat it as buying a lesson. You learn from your mistakes. "In the future, don't casually make a bet with your father.
Mo Xiaobao glared fiercely at Mo Xiuyao, then angrily rushed out of the tent. Seeing him like this, everyone was curious about what kind of bet the little heir had made with the Prince. They all bid farewell to Mo Xiuyao and Ye Li, then slipped out of the tent to see the little heir fulfill his bet. Mo Xiuyao did not make things difficult, waving his hand to let everyone leave.
Mo Xiaobao stood in the middle of the camp with his hands behind his back, in the most crowded spot. The soldiers coming and going did not see the little heir's small stature, delicate little face, and serious expression. They could not help but stop to see what the little heir was doing.
Mo Xiaobao gritted his teeth, and fiercely swept his eyes over the soldiers around him. Helplessly, he found that the people around him did not decrease because of his glare, but increased instead. He could only grit his teeth, close his eyes, and shout loudly, "This heir is called Mo Xiaobao!"
The soldiers present were all stunned. Someone burst out laughing, and the people around them also burst out laughing. A name like Xiao Bao was actually very common, but it was usually given by illiterate people from ordinary families, or nicknames given by ordinary families. Most of the time, it was done in private at home. Now, such an amiable and common name was given to the Crown Prince of the noble Prince Ding Mansion, but it was very funny. Looking at Little Prince Mo's ink-colored brocade robes and his adorable appearance, she felt that this name was extremely fitting.
Realizing that he was being mocked, Mo Xiaobao's face turned red. He stomped his feet and rushed back into the tent. She rushes into Ye Li's arms, feeling wronged, "Niangqin …"
"Alright, no one is laughing at you." Ye Li smiled and comforted her son's little head. Mo Xiuyao, on the other hand, was smiling happily, not caring about his son's pride at all. Seeing this, Xiaobao gritted his teeth in hatred. In his heart, he silently complained about his grandfather. Why didn't he give his father a nickname back then?
"Niangqin, father is bad, father bullies Xiaobao." Mo Xiaobao said with tears in his eyes.
Ye Li lowered her head and kissed his forehead, smiling: "Who told you to make a bet with your father? Tell me, what were you thinking when you made a bet with your father? " Mo Xiaobao lowered his head in silence. When father said that he would make a bet with him, he only thought about what would happen if he succeeded, but he didn't think carefully about whether he could succeed or not. Although this was a trap that father buried for him, if he didn't get carried away and become arrogant, perhaps he wouldn't be fooled.
"Niangqin …"
Ye Li raised her eyebrows and said: "You know you were wrong."
"En …" Mo Xiaobao repeatedly nodded, hiding in Ye Li's arms in shame, unwilling to get up. Ye Li pulled him up and smiled, "Silly child, this is for your father. What's there to be shy about? You just need to remember this lesson. When your father was your age, he also thought about fighting with your grandfather and uncle all day long. "
"Really?" Mo Xiaobao's eyes lit up, looking at Mo Xiuyao with shining eyes. Mo Xiuyao gave a soft snort, looking at Mo Xiaobao with a teasing look: "But I am not that stupid."
"This heir will win one day!" Mo Xiaobao gave a snort, his little face proudly raised.
Mo Xiuyao carelessly nodded and said: "I will wait."
"Humph!" Mo Xiaobao angrily snorted, "This heir won't make you wait for too long. Just you wait, this prince will definitely make you announce your nickname in front of everyone. "
"Whatever."
As if he was angered by Mo Xiuyao's attitude, Mo Xiaobao stomped his feet and rushed out of the tent like a gust of wind.
Ye Li sighed helplessly as she watched Xiaobao leave in a huff. She smiled at Mo Xiuyao and said, "Are you happy now?" Mo Xiuyao smiled. "Ah Li, I'm doing this for Xiaobao's sake. Look at this kid, at such a young age, his eyes are already on top of his head. If we don't ruthlessly suppress him, in another two years, he won't even know his own name. "
Ye Li shrugged and said: "You are his father, I don't care how you teach him, but ….. if you are really stepped on by Mo Xiaobao in the future, don't expect me to lose face with you."
Mo Xiuyao reached out and pulled her into his embrace, saying with a smile: "Husband and wife are one. If I really lose face, then Li will also lose face. But ….. if Mo Xiaobao wants to step on I, I'm afraid he still needs to train for a few more decades. And ….. for Li Li's face, I will not lose face. "
Ye Li looked at him with a smile that was not a smile: "I only know that there is a saying that the river flows east for ten years, then west for ten years. There is also a saying that the back waves of the Yangtze River push on the front waves, and the front waves die on the beach. Prince, be careful ….. "Mo Xiaobao was quick-witted. Being a member of both the Xu family and the Prince Ding Mansion, she felt that Mo Xiaobao would surpass Mo Xiuyao in the future.
"Haha, I also heard a saying that the older the ginger, the spicier it is." Mo Xiuyao said with a smile.
Inside Mo Xiaobao's tent, Mo Xiaobao was lying on the table, working hard to write. The bodyguard accompanying him looked at the little heir's face, which was sometimes twisted and sometimes laughed foolishly, and couldn't help but think: "Little heir, what are you doing?"
Mo Xiaobao laughed strangely and flicked the letter in his hand, "I want Eldest Uncle to send me some books. From today onwards, this heir will study hard! "The bodyguard turned his head and looked outside the half-closed tent, nodding: It is cold enough now.
A month later, Young Master Qing Chen received a single page of Mo Xiaobao's books: (Thick Black Theory), (Ancient and Modern Wisdom), (Taizu Weapon Canon), (Psychological Strategies), (XX Art of War), (Emperor's Psychological Techniques)...
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