War does not mean that fighting can be fought immediately. Although there are once again vaguely smoke from places outside the northwest, the people in the northwest are still living their lives peacefully and warmly. Because they believe that no matter what, the Mohist army will not ignite in their homes.

But the officials and generals of the Dingwang Mansion knew that the peace in front of them would never last long. They all secretly prepared.

Mo Xiuyao in the Dingwang Mansion seemed not anxious about the situation outside. After the military exercise, he rewarded the soldiers who should be rewarded and threw the people who should be repaired somewhere to repair them, and then he started to become Prince Taiping in the Dingwang Mansion. In addition to dealing with unauthorized political affairs every day, he also pestered Ye Li to bully Mo Xiaobao, which was very leisurely.

On this day, Mo Xiaobao, who was rarely returned from the holiday by Mr. Qingyun, was bullied by his unscrupulous father again, and his eyes were wet, looking at his mother with great grievance.

Ye Li couldn't help sighing helplessly. The father and son seemed to be unable to live together peacefully for an hour. Mo Xiaobao was still ineffective in combat and could only be bullied. If ordinary people were afraid that they would be as far away as Mo Xiuyao was.

But Mo Xiaobao has difficulties to go up, and he has to go up even if he does not have difficulties. He has been defeated repeatedly and repeatedly.

Seeing Mo Xiaobao pretending to be pitiful, the unscrupulous father leaning on the soft couch sneered disdainfully, pretending to be pitiful? It was all the rest of this king to play with. Of course, Prince Ding would never admit that the effect of pretending to be pitiful was greatly reduced compared to Mo Xiaobao's round, white, tender, watery and pure and harmless at that time.

What's more, is it so good to be a father and a son to pretend to be pitiful and a son? It's too majestic. So Prince Ding firmly abandoned this item. Speaking of the prince, it's not so good to be a father and a son to compete for favor with his son to bully a five-year-old child because of his age, right?

As for later, Mo Xiaobao's skill of pretending to be pitiful without a teacher, he developed the skill of pretending to be pitiful, and eventually evolved into a slutty little white cat who pretended to be a pig and ate a tiger. He looked pure and treacherous. He really made Mo Xiuyao's stomach hurt for a while. This was not what he could have expected now.

Bent over and hugged his tearful son, Ye Li gently rubbed his little head and said, "Good Xiaobao, my mother will take you out to play. We won't play with our father."

Mo Xiaobao immediately stretched out his hands and put them around Ye Li's neck, and his smile was extremely bright, "Mom is the best, Xiaobao loves Mom the most."

Ye Li was speechless. She knew that this naughty child was pretending. But even his pitiful little appearance was not enough for a few people to stand it. Sometimes Ye Li couldn't help but wonder, who does this child look like? Neither she nor Mo Xiuyao would show her emotions in front of others. Although Mo Xiuyao loves to play from time to time, Ye Li bet that Mo Xiuyao could never reach the state of crying and crying as he said. If this jumpy personality would look a bit like Xu Qingyan, but when Xu Qingyan was five years old, he was afraid that he was not as tempted as Mo Xiaobao's little finger.

"Xiaobao, come down, I have something to tell you." On the soft couch, Mo Xiuyao narrowed his eyes slightly and waved to Mo Xiaobao with an extremely kind smile.

Mo Xiaobao felt bad intuition, so he hugged Ye Li's neck tightly and shook his head repeatedly, and simply buried his little face in Ye Li's neck. Mo Xiuyao was not angry and said with a smile: "Don't you really don't listen? You won't regret it? Oh... If you regret it in the future, don't say that my father doesn't love you, and you didn't remind you."

Mo Xiaobao quietly raised his ears and looked back quietly with great entanglement at Mo Xiuyao who was still lying on the soft couch and closed his eyes to rest. Mo Xiuyao seemed to be talking to himself: "By the way, your father, I almost grew like Zhang Qilan back then. If your grandfather and my father hadn't reminded me, the handsome appearance of our Dingwang Mansion would have been cut off."

Mo Xiaobao was shocked and looked like General Zhang?! Zhang Qilan looked like this in his mind. Mo Xiaobao shook his head and waved his terrible imagination. It’s not that Zhang Qilan looked shameless. General Zhang was also a general with a well-known facial features and a tall figure and a domineering aura. No matter where he was placed, he could not get out of a handsome comment. But Prince Mo Xiaobao had very high requirements for himself. Even if he couldn’t grow up like his uncle, there was Feng San Han Mingxi, or his father could choose. General Zhang’s appearance really did not meet the aesthetic view of Mo Xiaobao.

So, for his future beauty plan, Mo Xiaobao kicked his little feet and asked Ye Li to let him down, and stood in front of Mo Xiuyao with great vigilance.

After waiting for a while, Mo Xiuyao opened his eyes lazily, looked at Mo Xiaobao with his eyes slanted for a while before slowly reaching out to pinch Mo Xiaobao's round little face...Pinch! Rub! Pinch!

Mo Xiaobao looked at his father angrily and whimpered. Although it didn't hurt, it meant that he lost to this man again in front of his mother. Mo Xiuyao sat up and looked at his little red face that was pinched by him carefully, and smiled ferociously, "Do you know you are very fat? You dare to ask your mother to hug you. One day your mother will be tired of you, a fat man. Look at you, you are so chubby, you dare to eat meat every day. Your father was not as fat as you were five years old. Tell me if you grow up, are you fatter than Zhang Qilan? I don't think you need to call Mo Xiaobao, how about changing your name to Mo Dapang?"

Hearing this, Mo Xiaobao looked down at his round and white little hands, and finally his fragile little heart was broken by the imagination in his mind. He looked at Mo Xiuyao with grief and anger, and tears ran away. Woo... Uncle, father bullied me...

"Xu Yao!" Ye Li frowned and looked at the man who was lying on the soft couch and smiling and said dissatisfiedly.

How can you talk to a child like this? It can easily hurt the child's self-esteem. Besides, Xiaobao is not as exaggerated as he said. It is just that Mr. Qingyun, who is sorry for him, is raised too well. He looks a little stronger than ordinary children, and it is a good thing for children to be fatter.

Mo Xiuyao hummed, "I'm for his own good. It's time to practice martial arts. He is the one who is too fat and bitter. When he comes back, Ali makes more vegetarian dishes." Ye Li touched her forehead, and said that it was because she personally cooked all the meat dishes that her son liked last night, and ignored someone a little bit. Who made Mo Xiaobao's classmate not happy without meat, but Mo Xiuyao prefers vegetarian dishes?

"I understand. When Xiaobao returns to the academy, will I personally make your favorite dish?"

Ye Li said that compared to those wives who wash their husbands hands and make soup, Ye Li rarely cooks. Mo Xiuyao nodded with satisfaction and said, "Just make it for me to eat."
Chapter completed!