Shanhe Festival 260. Father and Son Fight

Wars don't just start when you say you want to. Although there are signs of war outside the northwest, the people in the northwest are still living a peaceful life. They believe that no matter what happens, the Mohist Army will not cause war in their homeland.

The officials and generals of Prince Ding's palace knew that the peace would not last long, so they were secretly preparing for battle.

Mo Xiuyao in Dingwang Mansion didn't seem to be anxious about the situation outside. After the military exercise, he rewarded the soldiers who deserved to be rewarded, and sent those who deserved to be punished to a place for punishment. Then he became the Prince of Peace in Dingwang Mansion again. In addition to dealing with the government affairs that were not allowed, he would pester Ye Li and bully Mo Xiaobao every day. He was very leisurely.

On this day, Mo Xiaobao, who had been given a rare holiday by Mr. Qingyun, was bullied by his unscrupulous father again. His eyes were wet and he looked at his mother with great grievance.

Ye Li couldn't help but sigh helplessly. It seemed that the father and son couldn't get along peacefully for even an hour. Mo Xiaobao was still young and lacked fighting ability. He was always bullied and couldn't fight back. If it were an ordinary person, he would be far away from Mo Xiuyao.

But Mo Xiaobao would go forward even if there were difficulties, and would create difficulties even if there were none. He would fight and fail again and again.

Seeing Mo Xiaobao pretending to be pitiful, the unscrupulous father leaning on the couch sneered disdainfully, "Pretending to be pitiful? It's all the leftovers of this prince." Of course, Prince Ding would never admit that at that time, compared with Mo Xiaobao's round, white, tender, and watery innocent and harmless face, the effect of pretending to be pitiful would be greatly reduced.

Besides, is it appropriate for a father to act more pitiful than his son? It would be too unmanageable. So Prince Ding resolutely rejected this idea. Speaking of which, Prince, it is not appropriate for a father to compete with his son for favor and bully a five-year-old child by relying on his age, right?

As for what happened later, Mo Xiaobao learned the skill of pretending to be pitiful without any guidance, and eventually evolved into a slutty little white cat who pretended to be a pig to eat a tiger, with a pure appearance but a dark and cunning heart. This really gave Mo Xiuyao a stomachache for a while. This was not something he could have expected now.

Ye Li leaned over and picked up her tearful son. She gently rubbed his head and said, "My dear, mother will take you out to play. We won't play with father anymore."

Mo Xiaobao immediately stretched out his hands and hugged Ye Li's neck, smiling brilliantly, "Mom is the best, Xiaobao loves mom the most."

Ye Li was speechless. She knew that this naughty kid was just pretending. But that pitiful little look was too much for many people to bear. Sometimes Ye Li couldn't help wondering, who does this kid resemble? Neither she nor Mo Xiuyao would show their emotions in front of others. Although Mo Xiuyao liked to act from time to time, Ye Li bet that even when Mo Xiuyao was a child, he definitely couldn't cry and let out tears at will. If this frivolous personality is a bit like Xu Qingyan, but when Xu Qingyan was five years old, I'm afraid his mind was not as smart as Mo Xiaobao's little finger.

"Xiaobao, come down, Daddy has something to tell you." Lying on the soft couch, Mo Xiuyao narrowed his eyes slightly, waved at Mo Xiaobao with an extremely friendly smile.

Mo Xiaobao had a bad feeling, 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 either, and said with a smile: "You really don't want to listen? You won't regret it? Oh... If you regret it in the future, don't say that I, as a father, don't love you and didn't remind you."

Mo Xiaobao quietly pricked up his ears, and turned his head with great confusion to look at Mo Xiuyao who was still lying on the couch with his eyes closed. Mo Xiuyao seemed to be talking to himself: "It is said that your father almost grew up to be like Zhang Qilan. If your grandfather, my father, hadn't reminded me, our Dingwang Mansion's handsome appearance would have been cut off."

Mo Xiaobao was shocked. Grow up to look like General Zhang?! Zhang Qilan's appearance appeared in his mind, and Mo Xiaobao shook his head repeatedly to get rid of this terrible imagination. It's not that Zhang Qilan's appearance is so ugly. After all, General Zhang is a general with regular features, a tall stature and a domineering aura. No matter where he is, he can't escape the comment of being handsome. But Mo Xiaobao, the young master, has extremely high requirements for himself. Even if he can't grow up to be like his uncle, he still has Feng Sanhan Mingming, or his father can make the choice. General Zhang's appearance really doesn't meet Mo Xiaobao's aesthetic standards.

So, for the sake of his future beauty, Mo Xiaobao kicked his feet to let Ye Li put him down, and stood in front of Mo Xiuyao very vigilantly.

After waiting for a long time, Mo Xiuyao lazily opened his eyes, squinted at Mo Xiaobao for a long time before slowly reaching out his hand to pinch Mo Xiaobao's round little face... pinch! rub! pinch!

Student Mo Xiaobao glared at his father and howled. Although it didn't hurt much, it meant that he once again lost to this man in front of his mother. Mo Xiuyao sat up, moved closer to Mo Xiaobao and carefully looked at the little face that was pinched red by him, and smiled slyly, "Do you know that you are fat? You dare to ask your mother to hold you, one day your mother will be tired of you, a little fat boy. Look at you, you are so chubby, and you dare to eat meat every day. When I, your father, was five years old, I was not even half as fat as you. Tell me, are you fatter than Zhang Qilan when you grow up? I think you don't need to be called Mo Xiaobao anymore, how about changing your name to Mo Dapang?"

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

"Xiu Yao!" Ye Li frowned and said dissatisfactionly as she looked at the man lying on the couch, laughing so hard that he was leaning back and forth.

How can you talk to a child like this? It's easy to hurt a child's self-esteem. Besides, Xiaobao is not as exaggerated as he said. He was just raised too well by his grandfather, Mr. Qingyun, who loves him. He looks a little stronger than other children. It's a good thing for children to be a little fat.

Mo Xiuyao snorted, "I'm doing this for his own good. He's about to start his martial arts training, and he's the one who's going to suffer if he gets too fat. When he comes back, A Li will cook more vegetarian dishes for him." Ye Li stroked his forehead. In the end, it was because she cooked all the pickled vegetables her son liked last night, and she had neglected someone a little bit. Who made Mo Xiaobao

The classmate cannot live without meat, but Mo Xiuyao prefers vegetarian dishes?

"Got it. When Xiaobao returns to the academy, I will personally cook your favorite dish, okay?"

Ye Li said that compared to those wives who cooked for their husbands, Ye Li rarely cooked. Mo Xiuyao nodded with satisfaction and said, "Just cook for me."

Ye Li nodded and warned, "Don't bully Xiaobao!" Mo Xiuyao waved his hand and said, "Don't worry, that kid is a cockroach. He will come back happily in a while." Ye Li was speechless. A fierce light flashed in her watery eyes. She stretched out her hand and pinched his waist fiercely. Facing Mo Xiuyao's puzzled eyes, Ye Li laughed and said, "Xiaobao is a cockroach, so what are you?"

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Sure enough, within half an hour, Mo Xiaobao appeared in front of Ye Li again. He looked at Ye Li shyly, wanting to say something but stopping himself. Ye Li suppressed her smile, looked at her son and asked, "What does Xiaobao want to say?"

Mo Xiaobao said shyly: "My uncle said... even if Xiaobao really grows up to be like General Zhang, even if everyone in the world dislikes Xiaobao, mother will not dislike anything about Xiaobao."

Ye Li secretly glared at Mo Xiuyao and said with a smile: "Of course, no matter what Xiaobao becomes, he is still mother's baby. There is no mother in the world who would dislike her own child." Mo Xiaobao's eyes lit up and he nodded firmly: "I understand, I...I won't eat meat in the future." Ye Li touched her son's face and said: "Of course you still have to eat meat, but you have to eat some vegetables. You can't be picky about food like you did yesterday, understand?"

"I understand. Then..." Xiaobao said shyly, "Can mommy still hold Xiaobao?"

Mo Xiuyao had a toothache. Who did this bastard learn this from? Such a strange breed has never appeared in his Dingwang Mansion since ancient times. Is that shy look really good? Xu Qingchen! It must be him who taught Mo Xiaobao badly. You wait for me!

Ye Li smiled and said, "Of course I can."

Mo Xiaobao nodded solemnly, "When Xiaobao grows up, he won't need mother to hug him anymore. Xiaobao can hug mother. But now Xiaobao is still young, mother will hug him..." He was so considerate and filial. Ye Li's heart was as soft as the white clouds in the sky. She leaned over and hugged Mo Xiaobao to sit on her knees, lowered her head and kissed him, "Mother will remember Xiaobao's words."

Originally, they had agreed to take Mo Xiaobao out to play, but a man named Prince Ding followed them, who was not doing his job and insisted on following them under the pretext of protecting his wife and children. In the carriage, Mo Xiaobao lay on his mother's lap, representing his uncle in despising his father.

Mo Xiuyao didn't care at all, he raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Boy, what do you know? This is called making the best use of people and things. It can also be said to be knowing people and using them well. Since your uncles are so powerful, why should I work so hard to deal with those trivial matters? I am the most important person in the northwest. I only need to set a direction and a goal, and naturally countless people will work hard to achieve this goal."

"Lazy! My uncle said that an emperor who is lazy and doesn't take care of state affairs is a tyrant, so a prince who is lazy and doesn't handle state affairs is also a tyrant!" The little white and tender bun sat on Ye Li's lap and discussed the issue of diligence in government seriously.

"Please say that I am good at controlling my subordinates, thank you." Mo Xiuyao said lazily, looking at his son who wanted to argue with reason with pity. "Silly boy, you don't even know that you have been tricked by your uncle. He is obviously afraid that you will grow up to be like your father and do nothing, and then implicate him again."

However, your father will not let you become like me, because I am still waiting for you to grow up and take over from me. When the time comes, I will take Ah Li away, hug my wife, and dream on. The little kid, who didn't know that he was cheated by his father and uncle again, opened his eyes wide, "No way! Uncle said that only those who work hard can be a good emperor!" Everything his uncle said was right.

"Thank you for the reminder. Your father is not the emperor." Mo Xiuyao said with interest.

Although I learned a lot, the five-year-old kid may not be able to fully understand the difference between the word "Prince" and "Emperor". Moreover, in the northwest, the difference between "Emperor" and "Prince" is really not that big.

Mo Xiaobao's understanding is that there are many princes in other places, so the princes have to listen to the emperor. But there is only one prince in the northwest, his father, and he doesn't have to listen to the emperor. So his father is the only prince, and he is also the greatest prince in the world. What's so great about the emperor? There is one in Xiling, one in Dachu, and one each in Beirong and Nanzhao. Too many emperors are worthless. But there is only one Ding Wang, and if you want to be one, you have to be the most unique and valuable one. Mo Xiaobao's weird concept directly led to the establishment of an empire many years later.

Mo Xiaobao turned his head away and fell into his mother's arms, humming. Mo Xiuyao ignored him and smiled at him, saying, "Son, your grandfather must have told you a lot of history books. In history, there were emperors who only attended court once every ten days or half a month and still enjoyed peace and prosperity. There were also emperors who got up at five in the morning and slept at midnight but still lost their country. So the quality of being an emperor has nothing to do with whether you are diligent in government."

Mo Xiaobao thought about it, climbed out of his mother's arms and nodded, "I know, it also has something to do with a smart brain. The idiot my father mentioned who gets up at five in the morning and goes to bed at midnight is the stupid emperor of Da Chu now." After saying that, Mo Xiaobao nodded heavily to confirm his idea.

Seeing him so serious, Mo Xiuyao couldn't help but laugh and said, "How do you know it's that idiot? His country hasn't been destroyed yet."

Mo Jingqi did get up at five in the morning and go to bed at midnight, but it was not necessarily because of his diligence. Mo Xiuyao felt that it was more because he was on guard against this and that and couldn't sleep. Mo Xiaobao said seriously: "Of course he is a fool. He drove away his father, his uncle and his uncle. He also likes the worst family of Prime Minister Liu and doesn't like Sister Wuyou's mother. Even his own mother and brother don't like him, and Sister Wuyou doesn't like him either. My uncle said this is called destroying the Great Wall by oneself, and Feng San said this is called a good death."

Ye Li, who originally found it interesting, didn't know whether to laugh or cry. What a mess of things he had learned.

Time passed very quickly as they talked and laughed along the way. Before they knew it, it was already noon. The carriage carrying the group stopped in front of a mountain. After getting off the carriage, they had to walk the rest of the way. Mo Xiuyao naturally couldn't let Ye Li carry Mo Xiaobao, who was already getting fat, for such a long distance, so he had to carry him himself. Mo Xiaobao didn't feel uncomfortable in his father's arms at all. He lay there contentedly, looking at everything in front of him curiously and asked, "Mom, where are we going?"

Ye Li smiled faintly and said, "You'll know when you go there." In fact, the relationship between the father and son is not that bad. Although they quarrel from time to time, it can be seen that Mo Xiaobao actually has no grudges against his unkind father. Otherwise, he would not lie in his father's arms so contentedly.

The group walked into the mountains, and within five miles, the security became increasingly strict. The further they went, the stricter the security became. Soldiers stationed along the way wanted to salute the two of them. Until someone stopped them at a pass, "Token, password!"

Mo Xiuyao knew about this place before, but he had never been there because he had given full authority to Ye Li to handle it. He was stunned when he heard this, and smiled and said, "Does the king also want a token and password?"

The soldiers stationed at the pass were unmoved. "Token, password."

Mo Xiuyao raised his eyebrows and looked at Ye Li. With his keen sense, he could naturally feel that there were at least hundreds of arrows pointing in their direction. If there were no so-called tokens and passwords, Mo Xiuyao had no doubt that these soldiers would really shoot arrows. Ye Li took out a very unique token and handed it over, saying lightly: "Military Soul, return the order." The soldier took a look at the token to confirm its authenticity before returning it to her and replied: "Fearless. Princess, please come in."

After entering, they passed three or four similar checkpoints along the way. The passwords at each checkpoint were completely different. In addition to the advantages of the terrain and such defenses, even Mo Xiuyao did not have the confidence to say that he could get in unscathed.

"Ari, I'm really getting more and more curious about what's in here."

This mysterious place is not far from Li City, but no one could have imagined that this originally inconspicuous place is the real mausoleum of the previous dynasty's ancestor or the location of the treasure.

This mausoleum is not as magnificent as the mausoleums of other emperors, and is even inferior to the empty tomb near Hongzhou. It is just a huge underground palace built in the mountains. There are no gorgeous marble carvings or decorations, no gold, silver, jewels, or rare treasures. It is just an ordinary underground palace. If someone comes in looking for treasure, they will be extremely disappointed.

Now, there are already many people coming and going in this place. Mo Xiuyao is curious as he watches these people busy making some strange iron objects. Especially in the innermost part, many people are gathered together to study this hollow copper column with a thickness of a person mounted on a small cart. Although he doesn't know what it is, looking at the hollow copper column, Mo Xiuyao feels a sense of danger for some reason.

Mo Xiuyao quietly moved himself away from the hole in the copper pillar, looked at Ye Li with his head tilted, raised his eyebrows and said, "Ah Li, is this the thing left by the great ancestor of the previous dynasty? To be honest, I really don't understand what these things are."

Ye Li looked at him and sighed softly: "Actually, I don't understand whether this is a good or bad thing."

When she first came here, she was really surprised to see the things left by the great ancestor of the previous dynasty. At the same time, she was a little hesitant. Is it really good to let the cold weapon era enter the hot weapon era directly without natural development? Presumably, the great ancestor was also hesitant, so this place has not been used, so in the history of the previous dynasty, she has never seen things that should not appear in this era.

"So...Ali, have you figured it out now?" Mo Xiuyao asked with a smile.

Ye Li smiled and said, "Let it be."