Chapter 577: Worthy of Being My Son

"Or, I'll just follow Daddy and join the army."

As soon as these words were spoken, the surroundings seemed to become quiet for a moment.

Song Yanxi also didn't expect that Zixu would have such great ambitions.

Seeing that everyone was shocked by him, the little guy straightened his back and said with great pride: "I want to be like Daddy, make military achievements, and become a general!"

Mo Jinchuan nodded, and said with satisfaction: "After dinner, let's practice horse stance for two hours first."

"Ah, two hours?" Zixu's eyes suddenly widened.

He was a little dissatisfied and said, "Dad always told us to do it for half an hour before, even my eldest brother only did it for an hour."

Mo Jinchuan smiled slightly and said, "Your elder brother is a scholar, and the purpose of doing horse stance is to strengthen his body.

And if you want to be a general, you will naturally have to work harder than him."

Zixu's face fell when he heard this. Just as he was about to say something, Mo Jinchuan asked, "Are you backing out before it even starts?"

"Who said that? A man's word is his bond!"

"Well, you are worthy of being my son."

With just two simple sentences, Zixu regained his energetic appearance. Looking at his resolute expression, he really looked a bit like a young general.

Jiaojiao was also very respectful, clapping her hands and saying, "Wow, Third Brother is going to be a general, Third Brother is so great!"

Hearing his sister's praise, Zixu suddenly became even more proud.

Those who didn't know him would think that he was now wearing silver armor and had become a mighty general.

He winked at Mo Jinchuan and said with great pride: "Do you want to see the future great general? I'll show you a set of punches."

Jiaojiao was still very supportive, clapping her little hands loudly.

Zi Yan and Zi Heng also nodded in cooperation, making way to watch his performance.

Song Yanxi originally thought that Zixu might just be a child at heart and couldn't stand Mo Jinchuan's provocation, so he had to show off his skills just to save face.

But when she actually saw him boxing, she realized that she had judged him by his appearance.

Although the little guy is young and not tall compared to his peers, every punch and kick he throws is very serious.

It can even be said that it is full of momentum.

If you don’t know, you might think he learned it from a master.

Seeing how enthusiastic he was, Song Yanxi lowered her voice and asked, "Third Young Master, was this set of boxing techniques taught by the prince?"

Mo Jinchuan shook his head, eyes full of relief as he said, "This kid figured it out by himself after peeking at the boxing manual in the study."

It is really rare for someone so young to have such understanding.

If you practice diligently, you will become a great person in time.

I just don't know if he can endure the hardship of practicing martial arts.

Just as she was thinking about it, Song Yanxi saw Zixu lose his balance when he turned over and fell heavily to the ground.

Without waiting for anyone to help him, he sat up from the ground with a somersault, patted the dirt off his body, and continued his previous actions as if nothing had happened.

She couldn't help but sigh: "He is indeed a good candidate for martial arts."

Mo Jinchuan said: "His father is a martial arts prodigy. He has no school or sect, but he started practicing lately and yet he is better than many people who have practiced for decades."

Song Yanxi thought of something and asked with a chuckle, "Has Your Majesty already thought of this?"

Mo Jinchuan did not refute, but only said: "This child's temperament, we must choose one between civil and military. We can't let him act recklessly every day and let him grow up to be a playboy."

Given Zixu's personality, it's really not a good idea to let him mess around all day without finding something for him to do.

Since he has a talent for martial arts, we might as well let him practice it first. After all, it will not do any harm to strengthen his body.

As for whether he can become a general, it depends on whether he can distinguish right from wrong and stick to his original intention.

After finishing a set of punches, Zixu's forehead was covered with sweat.

He raised his hand and wiped it casually, then looked at Mo Jinchuan and asked with a smile: "Dad, is that enough?"

Mo Jinchuan looked back and nodded his chin slightly.

What kind of charades are these father and son playing?

Song Yanxi followed the direction he was looking and noticed Qiu Ling waving at them. Only then did she realize what the father and son were doing.

They are being too blatant.

Looking at Jiaojiao who was watching with great interest and had no idea that something was wrong, she couldn't help but sigh.

The younger ones are easier to coax, but these older ones seem to have grown up being cunning and cunning.

Noticing her gaze, the little girl looked up and smiled sweetly at her, saying in a baby voice, "Mom, Jiaojiao wants to be a general when she grows up!"

As soon as these words were spoken, Zixu was the first to burst out laughing.

He covered his belly which hurt from laughing and coaxed her, "Jiaojiao, be good. How can a little girl be a general?"

The little girl was dissatisfied and asked, "Why can't a little girl be a general?"

Zixu was stunned for a moment, then explained, "Look at Daddy and Uncle Qiu, aren't all generals men?"

Jiaojiao snorted coldly and said crisply: "I don't care, I want to be a general."

Zixu frowned when he heard that. He was about to say something when he heard his elder brother beside him say softly, "Be good, Jiaojiao. Even a general needs to eat."

Hearing about eating, Jiaojiao touched her flat belly and hurriedly looked at Song Yanxi and said, "Mom, eat!"

Mo Jinchuan took the initiative to pick her up and held her in his arms, saying, "Let's go, let's go eat."

The little girl twisted unhappily in his arms, then leaned in to sniff him and murmured softly, "Daddy smells good too."

Hearing this, Song Yanxi finally understood why someone insisted on going back to take a shower while she was cooking noodles.

I made such a fuss because I was afraid that the little girl would dislike the smell of sweat on my body.

Mo Jinchuan was tall and had long legs. He walked in front holding Jiaojiao in his arms and soon put some distance between him and Song Yanxi and the others.

The little girl got anxious when she saw this and whispered in his ear, "Daddy, wait for Mommy, or she will be angry."

Mo Jinchuan subconsciously slowed down his pace and listened to her say, "Daddy, please speak softly, don't scare Mom."

He asked helplessly, "Did Ziheng teach you this again?"

Jiaojiao hurriedly shook her head and said with a giggle, "Aunt Xue taught me."

Mo Jinchuan: "..."

This really sounds like something Yingxue would say.

He thought for a moment and then asked softly, "Daddy's voice is really that loud?"

Jiaojiao tilted her head, her small hands hooked into his hair and said anxiously, "A little bit."

Mo Jinchuan laughed, "Okay, Daddy, please pay attention in the future."

Unexpectedly, he agreed so immediately. The little girl smiled brightly, held his chin with both hands and gave him a big kiss on the side of his face.

“Daddy is so nice!”

Song Yanxi led his three brothers and followed behind. When he saw this scene, he felt sad.

Jiaojiao was busy whispering to Mo Jinchuan along the way, sharing the experience she learned from Mo Yingxue, and was completely unaware of the changes in the surrounding scenery.

Until a rabbit lamp was stuffed into her hand.

The little girl looked at the lamp in her hand and was still a little unresponsive.

She raised her head and saw all kinds of lanterns, hanging high and low in the air, swaying gently in the breeze.

At the bottom of the lantern, there are various colorful balls hanging.

Below the colorful ball, there is a red ribbon with blessings written on it.

Jiaojiao had gone to the temple with Zi Yan to pray for Mo Jinchuan before, and she vaguely knew what would be written on the ribbon.

She blinked and asked softly, "Mom, is Jiaojiao dreaming?"