Chapter 451: Good-for-nothing, stand up!

Ziheng heard this without blinking an eye and said calmly, "No."

Hearing Zixu still crying, he frowned and added, "I can't."

Zixu suddenly cried even louder, and the noise was so loud that it seemed to shake the roof down.

Looking at the father and son who were drinking tea leisurely with almost identical expressions and movements, and then looking at Jiaojiao who was clapping her hands and praising her second brother for crying loudly, Song Yanxi couldn't help but hold her forehead.

How does the prince usually take care of his children?

Seeing that no one really intended to care about him, Zixu cried for a while and then became too tired to cry anymore, so he simply stopped crying.

He looked at Mo Jinchuan with a pair of rotten peach-like eyes, trying to move him with his full love.

He felt that his father was not a heartless man. Even if he was not his biological son, he had raised him for several years and would definitely not be so cruel as to drive him away.

But what if...

Thinking of the nanny saying, "Young Master, you must be more sensible from now on and not provoke the prince's anger, otherwise you will be kicked out of the palace.

Without the protection of the palace, you would have no choice but to beg on the streets, like those little beggars, sleeping in dilapidated temples every day and stealing the leftovers from the rich families.

Just thinking of these words, Zixu's face turned pale with fear, and his lips trembled as he said, "Dad, don't chase me away. I don't want to be a stinky beggar."

As soon as the words fell, the father and son at the table both looked cold.

Even Jiaojiao, who was busy picking melon seeds for Song Yanxi, had a stern face.

Zixu also realized that he had said the wrong thing. He looked at Mo Jinchuan with tears in his eyes and explained, "Dad, I was wrong."

Mo Jinchuan said with a cold face: "Don't call me dad."

Upon hearing this, Zixu opened his mouth and was about to cry again.

Ziheng hurriedly took a piece of cake and stuffed it into his mouth, saying expressionlessly, "Eat."

Zixu silently took the cake from his mouth and asked faintly, "Second brother, are you embarrassed by me and want to choke me to death?"

Ziheng paused holding the teacup, too lazy to explain.

He has always been like this, and Zixu knows it.

But when he thought of their words of disdain for him just now, and looked at the mung bean cake in his hand, tears began to fall uncontrollably.

He lowered his head, his shoulders shaking slightly from crying.

That look of extreme grievance, wanting to cry but not daring to cry out loud, which is annoying, makes people feel soft-hearted.

If Mo Jinchuan hadn't given Song Yanxi a look that told her to just be at ease when he wasn't paying attention, she would have been unable to bear it and would have spoken out to stop him.

Zixu cried silently for a long time, and only when he had no more tears to shed did he secretly raise his head.

I saw a few people drinking tea and eating melon seeds, and no one paid any attention to him at all.

A great sense of grievance suddenly surged into his heart, and he wanted to cry again.

Mo Jinchuan glanced at him and asked, "When are you planning to move out?"

Zixu's eyes suddenly widened, and tears started to flow down his face before he could say anything.

He clenched his fists and sobbed, "I...I won't leave!"

Hearing this, Mo Jinchuan's eyes showed more appreciation, "As expected of this prince's son, you have backbone."

Zixu hiccuped, his red and swollen eyes full of confusion, and he asked in a hoarse voice: "Dad, were you praising me just now?"

"no."

"That's right, I heard it all!"

Realizing that Mo Jinchuan might not be angry with him, Zixu burst into laughter, quickly jumped off the bench, ran over and threw himself into his arms.

Tears and snot all rubbed against his brocade robe.

Mo Jinchuan pushed him away in disgust, met his blank and aggrieved eyes, and said with a dark face: "It's so dirty. The money for making new clothes for father will be deducted from your monthly salary."

"Wow!" Zixu wanted to cry even more when he heard that his money would be deducted.

Realizing that he couldn't make his point with his father, he quickly turned to look at Song Yanxi and said aggrievedly, "Aunt, I only have two taels of silver a month, which is not enough to spend."

What he meant was that he didn't want to pay for the clothes.

His father changed his personality years ago. He used to wear the same piece of clothing for three years, but now he calls the chef to come and make clothes for him every few days.

There were all kinds of black and blue, and even a lot of light-colored clothes that he had never worn before. There were still many sets of clothes in the cabinet in his room that he had never worn.

Why is this the only thing missing?

"Two taels?" Song Yanxi was surprised.

She looked at Zixu, who was looking expectant, and frowned as she said, "If it were an ordinary family, two taels of silver could feed a family of four for half a year, and a frugal family could even use it for a whole year."

Jiaojiao counted on her fingers and said crisply, "Aunt, it's three hundred and sixty-five days."

The little girl was surprised and turned to ask her second brother, "Second brother, can the money last that long?"

Seeing Ziheng nod, her eyes lit up.

Wouldn't that make her a rich person?

Zixu muttered quietly, "Silver is not that useful. Two taels of silver is not even enough to buy a bird."

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he quickly covered his mouth.

Oh no!

Song Yanxi had heard from Zhuzhi that recently many young men in the capital enjoyed raising birds, and those with good quality could be sold at a high price of several or even dozens of taels.

Those with good quality and extremely rare quantity can be sold for hundreds or even thousands of taels.

Although the latter is not circulated in the market, birds weighing several taels or dozens of taels can be found everywhere in flower and bird shops.

Even Song Xubai, who was usually busy with an abacus, raised two extremely rare rose-breasted parrots and took great pains to teach them some auspicious words.

Once he brought it to the Yan family to show off, his cousins ​​became jealous and they all clamored to find one to raise.

When the grandfather heard this, he angrily scolded them for being distracted by material things and punished them by making them kneel in the ancestral hall for two hours.

Zixu is so young, but he's still learning to raise birds?

Mo Jinchuan asked coldly, "How many do you have?"

"No, I don't." Zixu avoided the gaze.

Jiaojiao also quickly turned her head and pretended to look at Song Yanxi, but she refused to meet his eyes.

Looking at the performance of the brother and sister, is there anything Mo Jinchuan doesn't understand?

He said with a gloomy face, "Ziheng, you speak."

Ziheng pondered for a moment and said, "My son didn't see it."

Before Zixu could breathe a sigh of relief, he heard him say again: "Maybe it's hidden somewhere else."

Zixu clenched his fists, gnashing his teeth until they were almost broken, and said angrily, "Second brother, you are not fair!"

Ziheng: "Don't help the tyrant."

Zixu: “…”

Seeing that he dared to blame others, Mo Jinchuan's face darkened even more. He suppressed his anger and said, "It seems that I have been too indulgent to you recently. You have become so ignorant of the frugality advocated by the court that you only care about competing with others for pleasure."

Zixu's eyes were red as he tried to explain, "Dad, I didn't..."

Mo Jinchuan interrupted him expressionlessly, not allowing him to refuse, "Go back and pack your things now."

When Zixu heard that he was going to drive her away, her legs went weak and she collapsed to the ground, tears falling like beads from a broken string.

Ziheng couldn't bear it and called out softly, "Dad."

Mo Jinchuan's face darkened even further, and he scolded coldly, "You useless thing, stand up!"

Zixu got up from the ground while crying and said incoherently: "I am just useless. I won't leave."

I don't know if it was this sentence that gave him confidence, or if it was the stubbornness in his bones that refused to admit defeat, but he stiffened his neck and said, "I'm not leaving. Beat me to death if you dare!"