: 260. Father and son fight

Chapter name: father and son fighting
260. Father and son fighting
The war is not to say that it can be played immediately. Although the place outside the northwest has once again faintly smoked, the people in the northwest are still living in peace and harmony. Because they believe that no matter what happens, the Mohist army will not ignite in their homes in the war.
The officials and generals of Dingwangfu are well aware that the calm in front of them will never last long. They are all secretly preparing for it.
The ink repairing in the Wangfuli seems to be not anxious about the situation outside. After the military exercise, the rewarded soldiers were rewarded. The repaired person was thrown somewhere to repair, and he re-established the Taiping in Dingwangfu. The prince is coming. In addition to dealing with the political affairs that are not allowed in the daily life, it is entangled in the glass to bully Mo Xiaobao, very leisurely.
On this day, it was rare that Mo Xiaobao, who was returned by Mr. Qingyun’s holiday, was once again wet by the eyes of the unscrupulous old man, and he looked at his mother with grievances.
Ye Li couldn't help but sigh with helplessness. The father and son seemed to be unable to get along with each other peacefully. At the age of Mo Xiaobao, there is still a lack of fighting power. Every time he can only be bullied, he will be able to fight back. If the average person is afraid of seeing how far it is, how far is it.
However, Mo Xiaobao has difficulties to go up, no difficulty in creating difficulties, but also repeated defeats and repeated defeats.
Seeing the poorness of the ink, the unscrupulous scorn that leans on the soft couch, and the pity? It’s all the rest of the king’s play. Of course, Ding Wangye will never admit that at that time, because of the pure and harmlessness of the mellow, white, tender and tender water of Mo Xiaobao, the poor effect of his own clothes will be greatly reduced.
What's more, do you and your son have a poor attitude? It is too majestic. Therefore, Wang Wang firmly rejected this item. Saying that the prince, the swearing and the son vying for the age of bullying, the five-year-old child is not so vocal?
As for the later, Mo Xiaobao’s classmates did not have the teacher’s self-professional ability to carry this pitiful skill, and eventually evolved into a pure-looking inner-faced black-and-white savage savage bag. For a while, this is not what he can expect now.
Leaning over his tearful son, Ye Li sneaked his small head and said: "Xiao Baozhen, Niangin took you out to play, we don't play with the father."
Mo Xiaobao immediately put his hands on the neck of Ye Liu, and his smile was very bright. "Mother is the best, Xiaobao loves her mother."
Ye Liu is speechless, she knows that this bear child is loaded. But the pitiful little appearance is that few people have been loaded. Sometimes Ye Liu can't help but think, who is this child's temper? He and Mo Xiu are not the ones who will reveal their emotions in front of people. Although Mo Xiuqi loves to play in time, but Ye Li is betting that when he was a child, he did not achieve this. He cried and cried. realm. If this tripping character is somewhat like Xu Qingyan, but when Xu Qingyan was five years old, he was afraid that there was not a small finger of Mo Xiaobao.
"Xiao Bao, come down, I have something to tell you." On the soft couch, Mo Xiuzhen blinked slightly, and the smile was very incomparably and slyly appealed to Mo Xiaobao.
Insufficient intuition of Mo Xiaobao, tightening the neck of Ye Liu and shaking his head, simply buried the small face in the neck of the glass. Ink repair is not angry, smiled and said: "I really don't listen? You won't regret it? Ah... I regret it later. Don't say that I don't hurt you, don't remind you."
Mo Xiaobao erected his ear quietly, and looked back and sneaked back and looked at the ink repairing still lying on the soft couch. I only listened to ink repairs as if to say to myself: "When you said that I almost grew into Zhang Qizhen, if your grandfather and my father reminded me, we must cut off the beauty of the palace."
Mo Xiaobao was shocked and lost like General Zhang. ! There was a look of sorrow in his mind, and Mo Xiaobao shook his head and waved this terrible imagination. It’s not that Zhang Qijun’s appearance is unspeakable. Zhang’s general is also a good-looking, well-trained and powerful man who can’t take off a commentary wherever he goes. However, the small requirements of Mo Xiaobao's own children are particularly high, even if they can't grow into a big scorpion, there is also Feng Sanhan's clarity, or his father can choose. The appearance of General Zhang is not in line with the aesthetics of Mo Xiaobao.
Therefore, for his own future beauty, Mo Xiaobao kicked his kick and let Ye Liu put him down, and stood very alertly to the ink repair.
After waiting for a while, Mo Xiuqiu opened his eyes lazily, squinting and looking at the ink Xiaobao half a scorpion before slowly reaching out and pinching the small face of Mo Xiaobao's round and moist... pinch! rub! pinch!
Mo Xiaobao's classmates angered and glared at his father Wang. Although not too painful, it means that he lost to the man again in front of the mother. Ink repaired and sat up, and approached Mo Xiaobao to carefully look at the small face of Hongtongtong that he had pinched. He smiled. "Do you know that you are very fat? I dare to ask your mother to kiss you, one day you will be pregnant." I will be tired of you, this little fat man. Look at your fat, you dare to eat meat every day. Your father is not half fat when you are five years old. You talk about whether you grew up is not Is it fatter than Zhang Qizhen? I don’t think you need to call Mo Xiaobao. How about changing your name to Mo Da Fat?"
Wen Yan, Mo Xiaobao students looked down at their round and tender hands, and finally broke the fragile and careful liver by the imagination in their minds. Angrily looked at the ink repair, and the tears ran away. Oh... Dad, the father bullied me...
"Repair!" Ye Li frown, faintly watching the dissatisfied man lying on the soft couch and leaning forward.
How can you talk to your child, it is easy to hurt the child's self-esteem. What's more, Xiaobao is not as exaggerated as he said, but it is just too good to be raised by his Taigong Qingyun. It looks a little stronger than the average child, and it is a good thing for the child to be fat.
Ink repair, "I am doing it for him. I should have formal martial arts when I look at it. It is himself who is too fat and bitter. Later he will return to Alido to make some vegetarian dishes." It’s still because I’ve been cooking the whole dish that my son liked last night, and I’ve neglected someone a little. Who makes Mo Xiaobao
Classmates have no meat and no joy, but ink repairs prefer vegetarian dishes?
"I know, wait for Xiaobao to go back to the academy. Can I personally do your favorite dish?"
Ye Lidao, compared to those who wash their hands for the husband's soup, Ye Li actually rarely cook. Ink repaired this and nodded with satisfaction: "just do it for me."
Ye Zi nodded, by the way, warned: "Do not bully Xiaobao!" Ink repaired and waved: "Reassured, the kid is a sly, after a while, he will run back and forth." There was a glimmer of light in the otter, and he slammed his hand on his waist. He smiled at the ink-fixing eyes, and Ye Liu said with a smile: "Xiaobao is a scorpion, then you are a genus. What?"
"..."
Sure enough, half a hour later, Mo Xiaobao’s classmates appeared happily in front of Ye Li. Twisted and pinched, looking at the leaves and talking. Ye Liu held back his smile and looked at his son and asked: "What does Xiaobao want to say?"
Mo Xiaobao shyly said: "Why do you say that even if Xiaobao really grows into General Zhang, even if people all over the world dislike Xiaobao, will the mothers not dislike Xiaobao?"
Ye Liu secretly stunned the ink and repaired it, and smiled: "That is of course, no matter what Xiaobao becomes like a mother-in-law's baby, there is no mother-in-law in the world who will dislike his own children." Bao’s eyes lit up and he firmly pointed out:
The baby knows, baby... I don’t want to eat meat after the baby.
Yeli touched his son’s face and said:
The meat is of course still to be eaten, but the vegetarians must Eat something. Can you know if you are picky eaters like yesterday?"
"The baby knows. Then..." Xiaobao was ashamed. "Can the mother still hold Xiaobao?"
Ink repairs a toothache, who is this idiot boy learning? He has not seen such a strange variety since the ancient times. Can the look of shyness really look? Xu Qingchen! Absolutely he taught me to break the ink, you wait for me!
Ye Liu smiled and said: "Of course."
Mo Xiaobao solemnly nodded. "When Xiaobao grows up, he doesn't need to be hugged by her mother. Xiaobao can hug her mother. But now Xiaobao is still small, mother-in-law hugs..." It’s too sweet and filial, Ye The soft white clouds in the heart of the glass, leaning over and holding Mo Xiaobao to sit on his knees, bow down and kiss, "Mother remembers Xiaobao's words."
Originally said that I took the ink to go out to play with Xiaobao, but I followed a certain prince who was not doing business and wanting to follow his name to protect his wife and children. In the carriage, Mo Xiaobao squatted on his mother's knee to despise his father.
Inklessly did not care, raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Kid, what do you know? This is to make the best use of the talents. It can be said that it is useful to know people. Since you are so powerful, why should the king be exhausted? Tired to deal with those chores? Northwest, your father, I am the biggest, I only want to set a direction and goals, there are naturally many people below will try to achieve this goal."
"Lazy! I said that the emperor who is lazy and ignores the political affairs is a faint prince. Therefore, the prince who is lazy and does not handle political affairs is also a faint king!" The little white tender buns sat in the glazed knees and discussed the diligent problem.
"Please say that there is a party under the king, thank you." Mo Xiu was lazy, and looked at the son who wanted to argue. Silly boy, I don’t know if you are squatting. He is clearly afraid that if you grow up, you will not do anything like you, and then you will be tired.
However, your father will not make you like me, because I am waiting for you to grow up and pick up my class. At that time, the king will take Ali away and fly, hug my lady, and dream. I don't know that I was smashed and smashed by the small buns. "It's not! I said that diligence is a good emperor!" He said it was right.
"Thank you for reminding me, you are not an emperor." Mo Xiu was interested in the road of sorrow.
Although I have learned a lot of things, the five-year-old little buns may not fully understand the difference between the words of the prince and the emperor. Moreover, in the northwest of this place, the difference between the emperor and the prince is really not too big.
The understanding of Mo Xiaobao's classmates is that there are many princes in other places, so the princes must listen to the emperor. But in the northwest, only he is a prince, and he does not have to listen to the emperor. Therefore, he is unique in this prince, and is also the greatest prince in the world. What is the great emperor? One of the Xiling, one big Chu, one of the north and the south. If the emperor is more, it will be worthless. However, there is only one king, but the one that is the most valuable and worthy is to be done. This wonderful concept of Mo Xiaobao directly led to the establishment of an empire many years later.
Say, but the father, the small head of Mo Xiaobao proudly fell in the arms of the mother-in-law. Ink repaired him and ignored him. He smiled and looked at him. "Son, you must have told you a lot of history books. You have a history of ten days and a half, and the emperor of Guotai Min'an. The emperor who still sleeps in the middle of the night but still dies in the country, so there is no direct pity for the emperor’s good or bad.
Mo Xiaobao thought about it and climbed out of his mother's arms and nodded. "I know, it is also related to the brain. The father said that the idiot who went to sleep in the middle of the night is now the big fool of the emperor. After that, Mo Xiaobao nodded a little and affirmed his own thoughts.
Seeing that he was so serious, Mo Xiu couldn’t help but laugh.
How do you know that it’s that idiot? He’s not dead yet.

Mo Jingqi is indeed sleeping in the middle of the night, but it may not be because of diligence. Ink repaired it more because he was against it and couldn't sleep. Mo Xiaobao said seriously: "Of course he is a fool. He drove his father away. He also drove him away. He also likes the worst and worst family of Liu Yanxiang. He doesn't like worry-free sisters. The mother-in-law. Even his mother and his brother did not like him, and the worry-free sister did not like him. Dad said that this is called self-destruction of the Great Wall, and Feng San said that this is a good death."
Originally listening to the interesting Ye Li, I couldn’t laugh, and I learned something messy.
Along the way, talking about laughing and laughing is also very fast, and I have already arrived at noon. The horse drove a group of people to a mountain and stopped. After getting off the bus, you have to walk on foot. It’s impossible for Mo Xiu to let Ye Zi hold the road that has a fat trend, so he has to take it away. In the arms of his father, Mo Xiaobao was not the slightest uncomfortable. He was so eager to look at everything in front of him and asked: "Mother, where are we going?"
Ye Liu smiled and said: "When you go, you will know." In fact, the relationship between the father and the son is not so bad. Usually, although it is troublesome, it can be seen that there is nothing wrong with the fact that Mo Xiaobao is actually not kind to him. Otherwise, he would not be so comfortable in his arms.
A group of people walked into the mountains, but less than Wuli Road gradually guarded the forest. The more the inside is the more strict, the soldiers stationed along the way have wanted to salute. Until a barrier was stopped, "token, password!"
Before ink repair, I knew this place, but he did not really come because he gave it to Ye Li. I couldn’t help but hear a smile. "Does this king also have a token and password?"
The soldier who was stationed at the gate was unmoved, "token, password."
Ink repaired his eyebrows and looked at Ye Liu. With his keenness, he could feel that at least hundreds of arrows were pointing in their direction. Without the so-called tokens and passwords, Murray had no doubt that these soldiers would really throw arrows. Yeli took out a token of ten styles and handed it over, faintly said: "The soul of the army, the order." The soldier replied after she glanced at the token to determine the authenticity: "Fearless. Wang Hao invited."
After entering, there were three or four similar passes along the way. The passwords of each gateway are completely different. Coupled with the advantages of the terrain and such defenses, even if it is ink repair, there is no confidence that it will be able to break in without any injury.
"Ali, I am really more and more curious about what is going on inside."
This mysterious place is not far from the city of glass, but no one can think of it in the original place that is not eye-catching but the real mausoleum of the former ancestor or the treasure.
This mausoleum is not as magnificent as the average emperor, and even far less than the illusory near Hongzhou. Counting it is also a huge underground palace built in the mountains. There is no gorgeous marble carving decoration, no gold, silver and jewels, and it is like an ordinary underground palace. If someone who wants to find a treasure comes in, they will be very disappointed.
Now, there are already a lot of people coming and going. Ink repaired some curiously watching these people busy, creating some strange irons. Especially in the innermost places, many people gathered around to study this one hollow bronze column mounted on a trolley. Although I don't know what it is, I look at the hollow copper pillars. I don't know why ink repairs feel a little dangerous.
Unmovingly, I removed myself from the hole of the copper pillar. The ink repaired the head and looked at the leaf glass and raised the eyebrow: "Ali, this is what the former ancestors left behind? To be honest, I really don't quite understand. Something about these things."
Ye Li looked at him and sighed softly: "In fact, I don't understand whether it is good or not."
When I first came here, it was really shocking to see what the former ancestors had left behind. At the same time, there are some hesitations. Without natural development, is it really good to let the cold weapon era enter the hot weapon era directly? Presumably, the predecessor was hesitant, so there was no real use here, so in the history of the former dynasty, I have never seen anything that should not have appeared in this era.
"So... Ali wants to understand now?" asked Moxie.
Ye Liu smiled and said: "Let's go with the flow."
Khan... a little late. I accidentally slept until six o'clock in the afternoon~