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

Chen Yuan was indeed addicted to playing. She hugged the baby and refused to let go. Under Mo Xiao's eager gaze, she sat directly on a chair on the side and looked like she didn't intend to leave.

When he found that the other three people were looking directly at him, Chen Yuan waved his hand casually and said calmly: "You are busy with your business, I will play by myself for a while."

Mo Xiao: "..."

Qiuyue and Chunsheng looked at each other, not daring to look at Mo Xiao's face. They only felt that their scalps were numb.

You know, their Emperor is a famous tyrant. When other ministers enter the Yinghua Palace, who doesn't feel chills on their backs after fighting and want to flee immediately? Only this one didn't take their Majesty seriously at all.

Mo Xiao gritted his teeth, and for the hundredth time he had murderous intentions towards Chen Yuan, and for the hundredth time he regretted that he should have been killed when Lu Jiuqing picked him up, and there was no need to stay to be so angry with him today.

It was too late now. If he dared to touch Chen Yuan, it would really be impossible for him and Lu Jiuqing.

Mo Xiao closed his eyes, strode to the dragon chair, sat down, and angrily began to correct the papers. The person who lowered his eyes and wrote was feeling cold and cold all over his body.

Qiuyue and Chunsheng stood in the corner silently, for fear of harming Chiyu.

On the other side, Chen Yuan was playing with a baby. I don't know why, but the little guy has a special liking for Chen Yuan's hair. A pair of small hands kept making trouble on Chen Yuan's hair, pulling Chen Yuan's hair into a mess.

Chen Yuan was also spoiled by him, and even took off the hairpin directly for fear of pricking his hand. As a result, the noble princess's hair was disheveled in an instant, and her hair was messed up by the children, making her image somewhat sloppy.

She didn't care, and poked the little guy's tender face with her fingers from time to time. She stared at the child with a pair of eyes and muttered: "Why do you look so much like your dad? How good is it to look like your mother? But these eyes are More like a sister..."

She seemed to have some kind of obsessive-compulsive disorder, insisting on finding some similarities between this child and Lu Jiuqing.

Speaking of which, this little prince has a really good character, he doesn't recognize anyone, he can play with anyone, and he doesn't cry much.

The two were having a great time, until half an hour later, the active little guy suddenly stopped moving, as if someone had tapped his acupoints.

Chen Yuan frowned: "What are you doing?"

The little guy didn't move. After a while, he started to move again. Even his little face was wrinkled and his mouth was staring at him, as if he was about to cry.

Chen Yuan was just wondering when he suddenly smelled a foul smell on the tip of his nose.

Chen Yuan's mouth twitched, he raised his head and shouted: "Your Majesty, why does your son stink?"

Mo Xiao's hand holding the pen shook, and an ink dot suddenly appeared on the fold.

Mo Xiao raised his eyes and looked over. There seemed to be a straightforward sentence written in those eyes: Are you mentally retarded?

Chen Yuan frowned: "Don't you smell it?"

Mo Xiao had already put down his pen and stood up and walked over. While taking the little prince over, he ordered: "Prepare hot water and ask the little prince if his clothes are ready. Send them to him when they are ready. If not, continue to wear mine. Still. Yes, let the wet nurse wait outside."

Little guys usually get hungry after having a bowel movement, and this happened several times last night.

Mo Xiao finished the arrangements in an orderly manner, and then began to untie the little guy's swaddling clothes. The smell instantly filled the whole room, making Chen Yuan cover his nose uncontrollably, but Mo Xiao looked calm, as if he had lost his mind. Sense of smell.