The legitimate daughter is reborn and cannot escape after being provoked by the tyrant

When father and son met for the first time, their image was not very good.

The father's head was bleeding and his eyes were red, like a ghost Shura; the son's mouth was open and he was crying loudly, his face was covered with snot and tears.

All in all, not very decent.

Mo Xiao stared at him blankly for a moment, then moved a little strangely, and said in a stiff tone: "Stop crying."

As he said that, he pulled on his dragon robe and wiped his son's face, not caring about the dirty snot and tears being rubbed on him.

However, it was just a little baby. It couldn't understand the words, so it cried even more fiercely.

Mo Xiao had never held a child before, and it was still so small, so he was a little confused for a moment.

He carried her for a few steps and coaxed her randomly, but it had no effect at all.

The secret guard next to him craned his neck to look, and was so anxious that he almost stood up. His little ancestor was crying so pitifully. At this moment, the secret guard who was loyal to His Majesty felt a little bit resentful towards His Majesty who didn't know how to coax children.

Mo Xiao was afraid that the child would cry so much that he turned to look at the secret guard kneeling on the ground: "What's wrong with him? Is he feeling uncomfortable?"

The secret guard thought to himself: Ancestor, you finally asked me.

"The young master was woken up and is losing his temper. You have to coax him and make him happy."

Mo Xiao: "...How to tease me?"

"The young master likes to listen to songs, and also likes to watch people fight. He has always tried his best."

"..."

Mo Xiao doesn't quite understand. He can understand that he likes to listen to music, but what does it mean to like to watch people fight?

Mo Xiao frowned, looked at the secret guard, and then at the son in his arms, and said in a stiff tone: "What does he like to hear? Come and sing it again."

Mo Xiao can't sing at all.

The secret guard responded, climbed up and came to the child's side, and spoke with a loud voice, which frightened Mo Xiao to the point of trembling.

Mo Xiao stared at the intoxicated secret guard with wide eyes, moved his lips, and almost blurted out the words "drag him down".

What the secret guard sang was not a children's song at all, but a military song, with a high melody and magnificent momentum.

The corners of Mo Xiao's mouth twitched and he thought to himself: Are there any children who would like to listen to this kind of song?

Just as he was questioning, the child in his arms gradually stopped crying. His eyes were still red, but they began to move.

Mo Xiao: "..."

Well, there is such a weird kid in this world, and he is his son.

When the secret guard saw that the young master stopped crying, his face was happy. He looked up at Mo Xiao, with a bit of pride in his eyes, and wrote: Your Majesty, look, what I said is right.

Mo Xiao: "..."

Mo Xiao closed his eyes: "Were you taking care of him along the way?"

"Yes, they are all taken care of by my subordinates."

"what's your name?"

"Subordinate Chun Sheng."

Mo Xiao nodded: "You don't have to go back. You will stay with the little prince to take care of him from now on."

Chunsheng was stunned, and there was only one word left in his mind: little prince.

Your Majesty has recognized the identity of the young master!

He couldn't help but feel happy for the young master.

Chunsheng immediately said: "Yes, I will definitely take care of the little prince with all my heart and serve him loyally without any second thoughts."

Mo Xiao responded, holding the child in his arms and sitting on his dragon chair, and said calmly: "Find some reliable nannies for the young master, you have to keep an eye on this matter, and there must be no mistakes. Call Xia Ying back, and ask her to take care of the young master personally from now on, and also recruit three men and women from the secret guards to enter the palace, and she will serve the young master from now on."

When Chun Sheng heard about His Majesty's various arrangements, he felt like a mirror in his heart, knowing that His Majesty the Emperor was afraid that he would treasure this young master very much.