Shanhe Festival 226. Time flies, father and son fight

After the wedding of Qin Zheng and Xu Qingze, Licheng seemed to be completely peaceful. No matter how Yelu Hong and Yelu Ye of Beirong fought openly and secretly in the outside world, no matter how Mo Jingqi and Mo Jingli were at odds with each other, and no matter how the Xiling royal family was ready to make moves under the seemingly solid rule of King Zhennan, none of these could affect the peaceful world in the northwest. With the protection of hundreds of thousands of Mohist troops, King Ding has appointed a group of young and talented people such as Xu Qingchen to carry out great reforms. The people of the entire northwest feel incomparable peace and happiness under the protection of King Ding's Mansion. If they were worried about their fate after breaking with Da Chu, most of them would not be willing to return to Da Chu now. In the hundred

In the minds of the people, Prince Ding and Princess Ding, who can allow them to live a peaceful and worry-free life, are the ones they truly support.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, five years have passed.

In Prince Ding's Palace

A little child in a black brocade robe embroidered with silver dragon patterns was walking slowly on the corridor. Although his fair and tender face tried hard to look stern, it was still so adorable that people couldn't help but reach out and pinch him. The child had a pair of beautiful black pearl eyes, and a solemn expression as if he were a little adult, which made him look as delicate as a snow sculpture and jade. At such a young age, he already showed amazing elegance and handsomeness. The people following behind him all had sad faces, looking at the little master in front of them, hesitant to speak, and looked pitiful as if they wanted to persuade him but didn't dare to speak. As if sensing the resentment behind him, the child turned around and glanced at the people following him.

He snorted with disdain and said, "I told you not to follow me. What? My words don't work?"

Everyone felt a chill down their spines, and couldn't help but burst into tears: "Young Master, who did you learn this tone of voice from? It's scary, isn't it?"

"That...Prince, the prince has ordered you to copy the Biography of Prince Ding in the History of Chu ten times. The prince will check it when he returns." The attendant hurriedly reminded.

The round eyes narrowed slightly, and the child said calmly: "This prince knows, you all leave, this prince will go to pay respects to the mother." Everyone looked at each other, not knowing how to deal with it. Not allowing the little prince to pay respects to the princess is definitely not okay. The little prince is filial to his mother and no one can say a wrong word. But if the little prince is allowed to go, the homework assigned by the prince will most likely be shirked by the little prince. When the prince comes back, they will be the ones who suffer.

"Hmph!" The young prince snorted heavily. He knew that his father had no good intentions in arranging so many people around him. His mother was his, how could that old man just snatch her away? Glancing at his followers with disdain, the young prince flicked his sleeves and walked briskly to where his mother was.

In the study, Ye Li sat behind the desk and looked carefully at the memorial that had just been presented. Five years had not left too many marks on her body. In fact, compared with five years ago, the experience of being a leader who had just passed the double digits made her more graceful and elegant. Ye Li closed the memorial in her hand, looked up at Qin Feng who was standing in front of her and asked: "The changes and reorganization of the Mohist Army have almost been completed. How about Qilin?" Qin Feng smiled and said: "Princess, please rest assured. Qilin now has a total of 2,000 warriors. Each of them is the elite of the elite that we carefully selected and trained." Ye Li smiled and said: "Elite is not something that can be said. The northwest has been too peaceful in recent years. The Mohist Army

The reorganization has just been completed, and there are many new recruits who have never been on the battlefield in the past few years. I am afraid that the combat effectiveness of the Mohist Army will decline instead of increase. "

Qin Feng smiled and said, "Princess, you are worrying too much. Although the new soldiers have never been on the battlefield, the prince and the generals have also been training strictly and have never slacked off. As for the issue of experience, they will naturally be able to adapt after one or two battles." Ye Li nodded and looked up at Qin Feng. Qin Feng has been following Ye Li for several years and has a certain understanding of the changes in Ye Li's expression. He asked curiously, "Does the princess have any ideas?" Ye Li tapped her index finger lightly, nodded and pondered, "I do have some ideas, but whether they can be implemented remains to be discussed." Qin Feng said respectfully, "I would like to hear the details."

Ye Li pursed her lips and smiled, "In order to prevent the soldiers from being out of the battlefield for a long time and becoming rusty, how about... a military exercise?"

"Military exercises?" Qin Feng said with some curiosity. Although it sounded very unfamiliar, he could understand the princess's meaning just from this. In fact, all countries have some exercises when training their armies, such as sailor exercises, troop deployments, military drills, etc., but Qin Feng always felt that the princess would definitely come up with a more interesting approach. Ye Li nodded and smiled while thinking, "Not bad... Qin Feng, go back and see which place in the northwest is suitable for such a large-scale exercise." Qin Feng raised his eyebrows, "Does it require a large place? The newly built Mohist military training ground fifty miles outside Licheng should be large enough." Ye Li shook his head and smiled, "I don't want that kind of place, I want a battlefield!"

"Battlefield!" Qin Feng was shocked. "What does the princess mean?"

Ye Li nodded and smiled, "Not bad, the terrain is complex and the area is vast. It's a place that is big enough to support a real battle. I want a joint exercise involving multiple arms and services. Not only the Mohist Army, but also the Black Cloud Cavalry and the Qilin must all participate."

Qin Feng imagined the scene Ye Li described in his mind, and suddenly felt his blood boiling. He immediately responded loudly: "Princess, please rest assured, I will definitely find a suitable place!" Ye Li nodded with satisfaction and said: "Very good, you go ahead, I will discuss this matter with the prince later. Before that... keep it secret."

"I obey your command!" Qin Feng's handsome face was full of excitement. He had indeed been too idle in the past few years. Although acting was not a real battlefield, Qin Feng found it very interesting to hear the princess's few words.

"Mother..." From outside the door came the sound of a child's light footsteps and soft, coquettish voice.

The smile on Ye Li's face was a little more gentle. As soon as she raised her head, she saw her baby walked in with a wronged look on his face, looking at her pitifully. Qin Feng, who was standing on the side, twitched his mouth imperceptibly and stepped aside, "I have seen the prince." Mo Xiaobao found that there were outsiders in the study, and the aggrieved expression on his face froze a little. Ye Li smiled lightly and said, "Baby, what's wrong?" Mo Xiaobao ignored Qin Feng directly, turned around the wide desk and threw himself into Ye Li's arms, rubbing his little face against Ye Li, "Mother... I don't call you baby. Chen'er has grown up..."

Ye Li reached out and picked up Mo Xiaobao and let him sit in her arms. She raised her hand and tapped his forehead and smiled, "Okay, I'm sorry that mother forgot again. What does Chen'er come to see mother for?" It must be said that the power of subtle influence is terrible. When Mo Xiaobao was just born, Ye Li remembered to call Mo Xiaobao by his full name in the future, so that his nickname would not be spread too widely and his son would feel embarrassed in the future. Unfortunately, before Mo Xiaobao was able to protest, Mo Xiuyao spread his son's nickname to the entire Mo family army. If Mo Xiaobao's full name had not caused quite a stir at the time, I'm afraid everyone would now think that the prince of Dingwangfu was surnamed Mo and given the name Xiaobao.

Mo Xiaobao then rubbed his mother's arms with satisfaction, sniffing the faint fragrance of his mother's body with satisfaction, blinking his big eyes and said, "I'm here to accompany you for lunch." Ye Li looked out at the sky, and glanced at Qin Feng. Qin Feng lowered his head and coughed lightly. He suppressed his smile and said, "My princess, it's just past the hour of Si." Ye Li lowered her head and looked at Mo Xiaobao, raising her eyebrows, "What bad things have you done?" Mo Xiaobao held his mouth tightly, and raised his little hand pitifully to Ye Li, "Mom, my hand hurts..."

Ye Li was helpless, "What did your father ask you to do?"

"Father wants me to copy the Biography of Prince Ding ten times. I am not allowed to have lunch until I finish. Woohoo... My hands are going to be crippled..." There are eight chapters in the Biography of Prince Ding in the History of Chu, each of which has at least 2,000 to 3,000 words, totaling nearly 20,000 words. If I write it ten times, it will be more than 200,000 words. Mo Xiaobao trembled and held his mother tightly. He couldn't write it even if he was beaten to death, or his hands would be crippled! That's why he ran to his mother for help while his father was away.

The sentence at the end, "You are not allowed to eat if you don't finish writing," was definitely added by him. Ye Li, who knew her son's character well, smiled helplessly. However, she still had some complaints about Mo Xiuyao punishing his son to copy so many things. Mo Xiaobao was not even five years old, and he couldn't even hold the pen very steadily. More than 200,000 words would take a long time for an ordinary person to copy, not to mention a child who couldn't even recognize all the characters. After thinking about it, Ye Li said, "Then change it to copying Dingming Wang to pass it on." Dingming Wang, the first generation Ding Wang, Mo Sheyun, was posthumously named Ming. Seeing the joy in Mo Xiaobao's eyes, Ye Li slowly added, "After you finish writing, you must be able to read all the words, and read them to your father when he comes back. Do you understand?"

Mo Xiaobao blinked, but seeing the unchangeable look in his mother's eyes, he could only agree reluctantly. From eight articles ten times to one article once was good enough. He snuggled into Ye Li's arms obediently, "I understand."

"Good boy." Ye Li rubbed her son's head and said with a smile.

Mo Xiaobao immediately smiled and nodded, "I am the best child, and I love mother the most." Ye Li lowered her head and kissed him on the forehead, smiling, "Mother loves Chen'er the most, too."

Qin Feng, who was standing by and watching the interaction between the mother and son, secretly shook his head in his heart. Little prince, every time you come to the princess to pretend to be pitiful and get close to her when the prince is not around, you are driven away again and punished when the prince comes back. Is it really meaningful?

"The prince is back." The maid's voice came from outside the door. Qin Feng glanced at the little prince who was still in the princess's arms and fled quickly. "Princess, I will take my leave first." Ye Li nodded and said, "Go."

Mo Xiuyao stepped into the room and frowned when he saw his son sitting in Ye Li's arms, looking like a good baby. The white clothes and the snow-white hair made him look cold and superior. Only when he saw his wife sitting behind the desk, his slightly cold eyes became a little warmer, "Ali, what else are you talking about?" Ye Li patted Mo Xiaobao, looked up and smiled, "Nothing, Chen'er just came to pay his respects to me." Mo Xiaobao reluctantly got down from his mother's arms, walked forward to salute his father, "Son pays his respects to father." Mo Xiuyao looked down at him for a moment, leaned over and picked him up to look at him at eye level, "Come to pay your respects to your mother? Xiaobao is really filial, and your father is deeply gratified." Being held in his father's arms, Mo Xiaobao immediately wanted to struggle, but with his little strength, he was no match for Mo Xiuyao's hands. Mo Xiuyao held him in his arms, and Mo Xiaobao tried his best, his face flushed, but he couldn't shake those two arms that seemed as strong as iron.

"What's wrong with Chen'er?" Mo Xiuyao's sideways movement blocked her view, so Ye Li didn't see her son's struggle. She was just wondering why her son, who always loved to cuddle in her arms, would blush in Mo Xiuyao's arms. Mo Xiuyao looked at his son lovingly and smiled, "It seems that Xiaobao has learned to be shy. He has really grown up."

Ye Li raised her eyebrows. Is that so?

Mo Xiaobao knew that he couldn't shake his father's power, so he could only lie in his father's arms in a shy manner, which proved what Mo Xiuyao said. Mo Xiuyao held Mo Xiaobao and sat down beside Ye Li. Ye Li stood up and poured him a cup of tea and asked, "How is the military camp outside the city?" Mo Xiuyao took a sip of tea and said, "No problem. The hard work of the past few years is not in vain. I saw Qin Feng just left in a hurry, but what did Ah Li tell him?" Ye Li nodded and repeated the idea she had just told Qin Feng to Mo Xiuyao. Mo Xiuyao was obviously very interested in this. "Military exercises? Ah Li's ideas are always very interesting. Compared with those exercises that are just for show, this idea is indeed much more interesting." Ye Li nodded and smiled, "This method tests not only ordinary soldiers, but also the commanders. Didn't you specially select a group of young commanders to focus on teaching in recent years? We also want to see what the effect is. If you get a group of people who only talk about military affairs on paper, it would be better to throw them directly into the battlefield to fight."

Mo Xiuyao nodded in agreement and said, "That's great. Ah Li, write out the plan and let me take a look at it, and then have someone prepare it. However... since it's a battle between two armies, there must be a supreme commander. Ah Li, do you have any ideas? Who will lead the troops?" Ye Li smiled and said, "I have indeed thought about it. How about you lead one army yourself?" Mo Xiuyao was startled, put down his teacup and looked at Ye Li and asked, "Then what about the other side?" Ye Li pursed her lips and smiled, saying, "I will lead the other side. General Zhang and General Lu are both veterans, and they will be the observers and referees from the sidelines. It can also be a precaution."

Mo Xiuyao thought for a moment, then nodded and agreed to Ye Li's plan, saying with a smile: "Okay, everyone says that Ah Li is a genius, I also want to see how Ah Li leads the troops." Hearing this, Ye Li could only smile helplessly. In terms of genius, who in the world can match Mo Xiuyao? Not to mention her, who is half-baked. But she would not arrange a one-sided exercise, at least, both sides should be basically balanced to be interesting, right?

Mo Xiaobao sat in his father's arms, listening to his parents' conversation with his little head. Although he didn't necessarily understand, he still listened quietly. He blinked his big eyes from time to time, and Ye Li thought he was very cute. He stretched out his hand to Mo Xiuyao and said, "Let me hold Chen'er." Mo Xiaobao was overjoyed and quickly stretched out his little hand to his mother. Mo Xiuyao slightly turned aside to let him go, allowing Mo Xiaobao to move further away from his mother. He said to Ye Li, "He is five years old and not light. Be careful not to tire you out. Besides, it's not good for a child to be held by others all the time. I haven't let anyone hold me since I was two years old."

Ye Li could only look at her son helplessly, while Mo Xiaobao gnashed his teeth in his heart. Mo Xiuyao said casually, "On the way back to the city, I went to visit Mr. Qingyun outside the city. Mr. Qingyun said that Mo Xiaobao is already five years old and can be enlightened." Ye Li blinked and said puzzledly, "Didn't we enlighten Chen'er a long time ago?" Although her child was not yet five years old, he had already learned most of the enlightenment books for children, such as the Hundred Family Surnames and the Thousand Character Classic. When Ye Li was five years old in her previous life, she was still in kindergarten, playing games with the teacher to learn ABC. Mo Xiuyao lowered his head and smiled at his son with good intentions, but Mo Xiaobao only felt a cool breeze blowing on his head. "Ah Li, you are a girl, so the Xu family's teaching was not very strict. But you can ask the Xu family's sons, which one of them didn't learn to read at the age of two or three, and started formal school at the age of four or five. If not, how come the Xu family members all passed the imperial examinations before the age of twenty? You know, it is extremely difficult for ordinary people to pass the imperial examinations at the age of twenty-four or twenty-five. Since Xiaobao is the prince of Dingwang Mansion, he will have more responsibilities than others in the future. We are harming him if we are lenient with him."

Ye Li was speechless. Does this count as not letting the child lose at the starting line? Who said that children in the past and present had a hard life? The children of the Xu family really had a hard life. When Mo Xiuyao mentioned this, Ye Li also discovered that the descendants of the Xu family in the past generations had almost all passed the imperial examinations before the age of 20. For example, the eldest brother Xu Qingchen, who passed the imperial examination at the age of 14, didn't he have to start enlightenment at the age of two or three? Looking at her son with some reluctance, Ye Li sighed softly, "I just hope that Chen'er can have a happy and carefree childhood."

Childhood? What is that? Why can his son have something that he doesn't have? Mo Xiuyao was jealous but smiled gently, "In today's world, it's better for Xiaobao to grow up earlier than for him to be ignorant in the future when we can't protect him, right? Besides, aren't you worried about Mr. Qingyun teaching you personally? Although Mr. Qingyun is strict with his children and grandchildren, he loves Xiaobao the most. Are you afraid that he will be tired?"

Ye Li thought so too. If we were to ask who doted on Mo Xiaobao the most in the entire northwest, then if Mr. Qingyun ranked second, no one would dare to rank first. Even Mr. Qingyun's beloved grandson, Xu Qingze and Qin Zheng's four-year-old son Xu Zhirui, had to stand aside. "Well, Chen'er, you have to be obedient when you go to Grandpa, okay? Mother will visit you every other day, okay?"

Mo Xiaobao crawled listlessly in Mo Xiuyao's arms, and despised his despicable father in his heart: Don't you just want to drive me out? Humph! When this prince grows up, I'll see what you, an old man, can do to snatch my mother from me! Mother...wuwu, you have to wait until Chen'er grows up, and Chen'er will definitely snatch you back!