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

Mo Xiao asked Lu Jiuqing to trust Mo Chengning, so she said no more.

After all, Mo Chengning was raised by Mo Xiao, and Mo Xiao is the person who knows Mo Chengning best.

Mo Chengning was young and had small hands. His posture when holding the brush was not very standard. He chose the least labor-saving posture to hold the brush. The written words were not perfect, the strokes were crooked, the words were large and small, and there were ink spots everywhere on the paper.

But for a kid as young as Mo Chengning, it was already very, very good.

As a result, the Yinghua Hall became quiet, and the atmosphere was rarely peaceful and warm.

Mo Chengning wrote seriously with a sullen face, and Lu Jiuqing sat beside him, reading a storybook in his hand, and looking up at Mo Chengning from time to time.

Mo Xiao sat behind the desk above, holding a folded book in his hand to review, but the number of times he raised his head increased significantly. Moreover, His Majesty, the frightening Emperor who is good at confiscating homes and exterminating clans, seems to be in a very good mood today, with a smile on his lips all the time.

Every time Mo Xiao looked up at the two mother and son, his heart seemed to be filled with something called happiness filling his chest. The voice in his mind was even more deafening: Yes, this is what I want, this is the purpose of his efforts to climb to a high position.

Looking at Lu Jiuqing and Mo Chengning, he felt that everything he did was worth it.

Qiuyue stood aside and waited, seeing all this, and was sincerely happy for His Majesty.

This family has really gone through too many hardships. But Qiuyue thought of what happened to the Queen Mother today, and she couldn't help but frown, feeling a sense of worry in her heart.

Time passed by, and an hour later, Mo Chengning put down the pen in his hand and shook the hand holding the pen.

Lu Jiuqing was always paying attention to Mo Chengning's movements. When he heard the voice, he immediately raised his head and looked over: "Ning Ning, have you finished writing?"

Mo Chengning nodded, with light in his eyes, and his eyes were fixed on Lu Jiuqing.

Lu Jiuqing paused for a moment, then reached out to touch Mo Chengning's head and praised, "Ning Ning is awesome."

Mo Chengning immediately laughed happily.

Lu Jiuqing took his hand holding the pen and gently massaged it to relax him: "Does your hand hurt?"

Mo Chengning shook his head instinctively, but his mother was too gentle and squeezed his hand very comfortably, so he nodded gently and said in a low voice: "It only hurts a little."

Lu Jiuqing felt very distressed. He took his little hand and put it to his lips and kissed her: "Ning Ning is really great. She is the best child in the world."

Now, Mo Chengning didn't feel any pain in his hand. He even felt that he could write for another hour.

After Lu Jiuqing held his hand and kneaded it for a while, Mo Chengning took the words he had written and went up to Mo Xiao.

Mo Xiao had already paid attention to this area, took a look at Mo Chengning's writing, frowned slightly, and said in a deep voice: "I don't ask you to write well now, but at least you have to do it neatly. .Look at this piece of paper, it’s full of ink dots, and the words are all different sizes.”

Mo Chengning pursed his lips and said nothing.

Lu Jiuqing, who was originally sitting, had already stood up and took two steps forward, his brows furrowed tightly and his eyes filled with distress.

Mo Xiao glanced at Lu Jiuqing from the corner of his eye, and swallowed back the words he was about to say.

Mo Xiao coughed lightly, shook the paper in his hand, and said calmly: "Although there are many shortcomings, there are still advantages. I have made great progress. I will try harder next time."