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Jun Wu Yi shook his head and laughed in spite of himself. Little Yang Mo also started to laugh. Although the little rascal didn't understand the meaning behind Jun Mo's words, but he was well aware that potatoes and plain water weren't very tasty.
Tang Yuan was too fat, careless, and careless. His memory wasn't very good either, and he had long since forgotten the contents of his speech. His speech was purely improvised on the spot, and he was able to rely on the remnants of his memory to make it sound convincing. He was truly a talent.
Fatty Tang was still talking non-stop. Jun Dashao didn't have any interest in listening anymore. He looked at Yang Mo with a smile: "What's wrong? Are you in a good mood, little miss Yang?"
Yang Mo's handsome little face sank. He had always taboo when Jun Moxie called him little miss. Unexpectedly, he forgot to refute it. He snorted and turned his head away in anger. Although the Prince Equivalent's Crown Prince was clever and quick-witted, he was only a ten-year-old child after all. Encountering such a humiliating matter, he naturally could not remain calm for a moment. Not to mention him, even if it was an adult who was not too shrewd, he would not be able to withstand it.
"What's the use of being angry?" Hit-man Jun snorted. He didn't try to coax him. Instead, he crossed his legs and swayed back and forth: "You're being bullied. You only know how to get angry. You can't do anything else. In that case, it's better not to get angry."
"Since being angry is useless, then what can I do?" Yang Mo had been holding back his tears for a long time. Finally, they overflowed.
"Calling you little miss isn't wrong. You cry whenever something happens. What are you crying for? You're a man, yet you cry so easily. It's really shameful. No wonder you're being bullied! " Jun Moxie said disdainfully. He grabbed a big apple from the table and took a bite: "What's the use of crying? Can crying solve the problem? If you cry again, then get out of my sight. Go cry somewhere else! I won't say a word to you, and I won't give you any ideas to help you vent your anger. "
"I won't cry." Yang Mo hastily wiped his tears, but still choked with sobs. He looked at the Young Master Jun, "Brother Jun, father said that you're a smart man. Tell me, what should I do? The three of them loved to bully me since I was a child. I … every time I see them, I'm scared out of my wits. I don't dare to think of anything. I just want to run away immediately … Brother Jun, tell me, what should I do to stop being bullied by them? How can I take revenge and vent my anger?! "
"Take revenge and vent your anger? There's nothing I can do about it. "Jun Moxie didn't even bat an eyelid as he calmly said," He is the Emperor's son. What was the greatest in the secular world? The Emperor reigned supreme! If the emperor's son wanted to bully you, what could you do? Just bear with it. Who asked you not to have a better family background? "
"But I don't want to bear with it. Brother Mo Xie, father said that you're the smartest. There's nothing that can stump you … "Yang Mo grabbed Jun Moxie's right hand and shook it," Give me an idea, I beg you, Brother Mo Xie … "
"Stop, stop, quickly stop," Jun Mo Xie hastily pushed his hand away, and said impatiently, "This isn't a matter of being smart or not. His father is the Emperor, and your father isn't the Emperor. So, how can I help you? There's nothing I can do! There's nothing I can do! "
Yang Mo stared blankly. His eyes instantly became misty, and it seemed as if they were about to flow out. His small mouth flattened, and he was about to burst into tears. Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he swallowed his tears. His eyes sparkled as he silently said, "… Brother Mo Xie, you just said that his father is the Emperor, but your father isn't the Emperor …"
"Why isn't my father the Emperor? We're both sons of the Emperor's grandfather. Why is my father a prince, and my uncle the Emperor? I'm also the Emperor's descendant. Why can they bully me, but I can't resist? "Yang Mo opened his big round eyes and asked Jun Mo Xie.
"You said it yourself just now. You're talking about the Emperor's grandfather and the bloodline. That's your family's business. How would I know? Jun Moxie seemed a little impatient as he continued, "You say that your father was just as useless as you are. He was bullied since he was a child, but he didn't dare to resist. He didn't even dare to let out a fart. He got used to it, and grew up to be bullied. Naturally, he couldn't become the Emperor! Even his son is being bullied now! "
"I don't want to be bullied again!" Yang Mo fiercely clenched his small fist, "I don't want to be bullied again when I grow up! And my descendants, I don't want them to be bullied! "
"That's not easy, it's hard …" Jun Moxie sighed hypocritically.
"Can I not be bullied only when I become the Emperor? I won't be bullied, and my descendants won't be bullied either? "Little Yang Mo asked.
Jun Moxie sighed, "I don't know. I really don't know!"
"I also want to be the Emperor. What do you say?" Yang Mo opened his big innocent eyes.
"You? You just said that you're the grandson of your grandfather. So, you naturally have the qualifications! " Jun Moxie squinted his eyes, "I have the basic qualifications. But, I'm far from qualified for the other things."
"Then, I ask Elder Brother Mo Xie to tell me how qualified I am? I don't want to be bullied again! "Yang Mo asked.
Just as Jun Moxie was about to answer, he heard a deafening cough from Jun Wuyi's side. It was as if he was suffering from tuberculosis and was afraid that others could not hear it. Such a deafening cough was limited to this independent room. He really deserved to be called a Tian Xuan expert. To be able to control and release it so freely, it was really amazing!
Jun Wuyi felt that something was wrong the more he listened. He was originally trying to make the child happy. How did the topic change to usurping the throne? Moreover, it was blatant and blatant? With Jun Mo Xie's method of educating children, Little Yang Mo wouldn't need too much time. In fact, he would only need to follow Jun Mo Xie for a month or two. In fact, he would be looking down on Jun Mo Xie's methods if he were to use another month or two. In fact, he would only need a few days of effort to successfully instigate the Prince Equivalent's son into a hardcore rebel. In fact, he wouldn't have any regrets even if he were to die …
This kid, what is he trying to do?
"This question, I can't answer you. When you go home, don't ask your father. Your father will definitely say: You bullied me well! Just in time to teach you a lesson for me. So what? So what? As long as you are honest, no one will bully you. "Jun Moxie imitated the Prince's tone.
"How do you know? Every time I am bullied, my father almost always says the same thing. But they still bully me the same way, and it gets worse and worse. "Yang Mo blinked his eyes with a face full of worship. This Elder Brother Jun is really smart.
Because my grandfather also said the same thing.
Jun Moxie thought in his heart, but he would not say it out loud. He snorted twice and said, "Of course I know. I also know that you are a little traitor. You turn around and tell your father what others say to you. Am I right? "
"I will not betray my friends! My father said that people who betray their friends are not good people. I am a good person. I will definitely not betray my friends! "Little Yang Mo's tender face turned red.
"Why are you in such a hurry?" Jun Moxie rolled his eyes at him and said, "But there is no way. Let me tell you a story first, okay?"
Yang Mo hung his head dejectedly and said disinterestedly, "Okay."
Jun Wu Yi's heart finally calmed down, and he stealthily wiped the cold sweat off his forehead. These two little lunatics finally stopped discussing that sensitive topic and started telling stories. I was almost scared out of my wits just now …
"The name of this story is' The Incident of Black Tortoise Gate '," Jun Moxie said with a smile. And so, Tang Taizong, Li Shimin, became the Prince's Crown Prince, while Li Jiancheng and Li Yuanji became Li Shimin's cousins, who also loved to bully him. A certain cousin endured again and again until he could not bear it anymore and killed his two cousins at Black Tortoise Gate. He sat on the throne and finally did not have to be bullied by others …
Jun Wuyi accompanied Yang Mo and listened with a smile. He often listened to Jun Moxie's stories, and he liked them very much. For example, there was a story called 'The Romance of the Three Kingdoms'. The content of the story made Jun Wuyi feel intoxicated. Today, he saw that Jun Moxie was going to tell a story. Moreover, he had never heard the name of the story before. So, he naturally paid attention to it.
But as Jun Moxie's patient and patient speech continued, Jun Wuyi's relaxed nerves suddenly tensed up again before he could even finish listening. In fact, he was even more tense than before. In fact, his whole body was drenched in cold sweat.
[The King of Stories, the Great Master Jun's story was able to make a Tian Xuan expert startle to such an extent. This achievement cannot be considered as unparalleled, but it is certainly unprecedented!]
[Oh my god! Are you really going to make me, the Blood General, die of anger and scare me to death today?] [Jun Moxie, what kind of bullsh * t story are you telling?]
[Oh my god! I reckon that Yang Mo would've heard it if you had simply instigated a rebellion. Children don't bear grudges. But you're telling this story … isn't it like pouring a bucket of oil on the fire?]
"Well done! You should've killed them like this! Show no mercy! " Little Yang Mo waved his hand excitedly and cheered loudly. His eyes suddenly flashed with a strange light. [Is it longing? Or longing? Or fanaticism … or something else?]
Jun Moxie's eyes flashed. [It's almost time.] [How much can a child remember if I say too much?] [A seed needs to be watered little by little in order to grow into a big tree. It will drown if it is thrown into the ocean.]
A burst of strange fragrance spread out from below with a loud bang. It caused a stifled cry of surprise. The people upstairs all focused their attention on it.
The auction of the 'Heavenly Wine' had finally begun after a great deal of fanfare. A tall and straight old man appeared on the stage. He looked to be in high spirits. His clothes were clean and tidy, and his eyebrows were as thick as swords.
Even Jun Moxie was surprised to see this man. [Is this the sloppy Old Song?] [Clothes make the man, and the saddle makes the man. He's wearing new clothes. His back isn't hunched, and his waist isn't bent anymore. It seems as if he's been reborn.]
"I present a cup of wine to a gentleman, and a body of wounds to a gentleman. Song Shang?! "someone in the audience immediately recognized Old Song as soon as he appeared on the stage. Song Shang was rumored to be an expert on the same level as Tian Xuan! And now, he's the auctioneer of the Aristocratic Hall!
He's really … aristocratic!]
The strong smell of wine wafted through the air. Everyone couldn't help but take a deep breath. This kind of fine wine, just based on the fragrance alone, was already worthy of the title of Heavenly Wine! Everyone couldn't wait any longer.
The black-robed man standing behind Princess Reimu took a deep breath. A strange light flashed in his eyes. He was the Emperor of a country, but he had never tasted this kind of wine before. It was clear to see how rare this wine was.
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