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

Mo Xiao was just teasing the child out of boredom and didn't take it to heart. He had long forgotten about it.

However, one day when he was reviewing the paper, Mo Chengning lay on his lap, pointed at a few words on the paper and read out.

Mo Xiao was extremely shocked and stared at his son: "Can you read?"

Mo Chengning shook his head: "Know how to read, father taught me."

Mo Xiao came back to his senses and remembered that he had indeed taught him carelessly, but he did not expect that his son would remember it like this.

Mo Xiao was shocked and confused, and from then on, he taught Mo Chengning to read and calligraphy intentionally or unintentionally, and he also held his little hand to write. Then he discovered that his son was much smarter than the average child. He almost had a photographic memory. He could remember anything he had seen once and the words he had learned, even though he was still young and lacked the strength. The handwriting is crooked, but the strokes are clearly remembered.

Now, Chun Sheng has discovered this.

Chun Sheng was happy in his heart: "You are worthy of being Your Highness."

Mo Xiao couldn't hide his pride.

This is his son.

A group of people staggered toward Jiangnan in a carriage.

At this time, in Jiangnan, Lu Jiuqing was sitting in the yard, looking at the door for the tenth time.

Mr. Mu was standing in the yard sorting herbs. When he saw her looking at the door, he couldn't help but said, "What is the girl waiting for?"

Lu Jiuqing pursed her lips, hesitated for a moment, and then said: "Today...are there no paintings delivered?"

Mr. Mu was stunned for a moment before he reacted.

According to usual practice, today is the day to deliver letters from the capital. Of course, it doesn’t matter whether you believe it or not, the main thing is the picture scroll that was sent with the letter.

Now, Lu Jiuqing set aside a table in his room, which was filled with scrolls, all of which were sent by the palace and belonged to the little prince.

Mr. Mu thought for a while and said softly: "Maybe something has delayed me. Don't be anxious, girl."

Lu Jiuqing hummed and said calmly: "There's no rush."

Mr. Mu glanced at her and whispered: "Seeing that summer is about to begin, the sun is getting more and more fierce day by day, and the girl is too weak to bear it, so she should go back to her room and rest first."

"Don't worry, girl. As soon as the paintings from the capital arrive, I will notify the girl immediately."

Lu Jiuqing hummed, got up and went back to the room.

Now that the weather is getting hotter, Lu Jiuqing finally no longer needs the charcoal basin to keep warm. But while everyone was wearing a thin summer coat, only Lu Jiuqing was still wearing a warm spring coat.

Mr. Mu tried his best to treat her, but it didn't happen overnight.

Mr. Mu shook his head and continued to sort out his medicinal materials.

Lu Jiuqing waited for five days in a row.

You know, letters sent from Jingcheng to Jingcheng are always on time, and they have never taken longer than this.

Seeing Lu Jiuqing's expression getting colder and colder, Mr. Mu's heart began to beat.

Did something happen in the capital? Or is it that His Majesty really listened to the advice of the courtiers and chose a concubine, and now that he has fallen into the gentle land of the harem, he has no patience to deal with Lu Jiuqing?

Mr. Mu was in a state of confusion. Faced with Lu Jiuqing's cold face all day long, he didn't dare to express his anger.

On the sixth day, Lu Jiuqing seemed to have given up. He simply didn't even leave the door. The door was closed and no one knew what he was doing in the room.

Mr. Mu looked at the closed door and thought seriously about whether to send a letter to the capital to remind His Majesty that if he really lost his patience, it would be better to let Lu Jiuqing go free.